Showing posts with label Mr. Grey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mr. Grey. Show all posts

Ariana's Attitude Adjustment

By Mr. Grey

Ariana clutched her father's credit card with the intensity of a typical young lady.  

A Saturday afternoon alone was just what she was needing.  Not that there was anything to avoid in her life.  She lived in an upper-class home, with two loving parents.  She had a catch of a boyfriend that her parents adored and would probably marry soon!  Dan was perfect for her, she just had to wait for him to pop the question...

When her dad had given her the day off, and his credit card, Ariana didn't have to ponder over where to go—the mall.

She worked at her father's law office, filing mostly.  When she wasn't doing that, she would usually run errands for him.  He said that it would be great experience for her.  Ever since she had told him that she wanted to be a lawyer like him, he had been including her in everything his career offered.  She'd go to court with him, to see how things went.

Her father had told her many times that she had a bright future ahead of her, and she agreed.  Ariana was a smart girl, who had her priorities straight.  She had been top of her class last year.  She had never been in any kind of trouble, either.

Walking past a display window, Ariana's eye was caught.  She had to have that skirt.

It was gorgeous.

It was a sleak, black polyester skirt, knee-length, and pleated.  It would look great with a black jacket and a white blouse, or a red sweater.  Ariana could imagine walking into a courtroom wearing something so classy.  The jury would be eating out of her hand.

Ariana entered the store with a smile.

"Hello, may I help you?" asked the clerk as Ariana walked in.

"Yes, please, I'd like this skirt," she responded politely, pointing at the skirt in the window.

The clerk asked for her size and Ariana answered with '5'.  The woman smiled and slipping into the back room.  Ariana glanced around the store, thinking about all the nice things.  She knew, though, that she shouldn't spend too much on her father's card.  She had to be responsible with it.

The woman returned with a box.  Ariana beamed, knowing that her skirt was inside the box.  Once at the counter, Ariana handed the card to the woman.  She was so grateful to have the things she had, to be able to buy such nice things.  She would have to give her father a big hug when she got home.

Ariana smiled as she exited the store, delightfully holding her bag.  She stopped and looked at her reflection in the mirror, imagining the skirt on her body.  Today, Ariana was wearing a floral print, ankle-length, skirt and a denim jacket.  Her natural blonde hair was done up in a pony-tail.

As she was looking at her reflection, she noticed something behind her.

Ariana turned around to see a young woman that was just...unfathomable.  Ariana had never seen such an outrage.  She was tall.  That was first thing Ariana thought.  The girl's long legs were exagerrated by a pair of bright red heels that sent her body an extra five inches up.  Ariana glanced down at her practical white dress shoes.

She looked back up at the girl.  She was wearing a black and white mock corset and tapered down to her bared mid-riff and her pierced belly-button, and hugged her obviously fake breasts, holding them up like billboards.  Her ruffled skirt wasn't too bad, aside from the fact that it was only about ten inches long, but her string thong hiked up her waist, peaking from underneath her waist, just sent Ariana's innocent mind reeling.

The girl had obviously had a blonde dye job, a bad one at that.  The girl's dark roots were showing with such apathy that Ariana wanted to help the poor girl.  The last thing made Ariana almost fear this girl was the tattoos and piercings covering her body.  She actually had branded the word 'SLUT' along her lower back, as if it was something she was proud of.  Her ankle had a string of roses tattooed around it.  Underneath her tight top, two hoops could clearly be seen dangling from her breasts.  That's not what breasts were for!  Ariana couldn't believe someone could disrespect their body so much.  This girl was practically selling her body for free.  Anyone present at the mall today could clearly see all they wanted of this poor girl...

Ariana's objection to the slutty girl was not unnoticed.  A few yards away stood a girl dressed all in black.  If Ariana had seen her, thoughts of devil worship, heavy metal music, and drugs would have danced through her mind.  The girl dressed in black watched with interest as Ariana's facial expressions told the story of her proper upbringing.  The girl dressed in black was curious so see what would happen in Ariana had the tables turned on her.

"Let's see how she likes it..." the girl said, holding her hand in front of her face and blowing a kiss in Ariana's direction.

Ariana felt a strong wind blow past her.  It felt like it penetrated her mind, sending her a little off balance for a moment, then gaining her composure once again.  "Oh my!" she said, surprised.  

Ariana forgot about the slutty girl and continued with her shopping.  She stopped to get something to eat.  She ordered a medium fry from a fast food chain and a Coke.  She alternated between the fries and sipping the Coke as she walked slowly past all the different shops.  As she was eating, she began to feel a little guilty about what she was eating.  She usually didn't pay attention to carbs and calories, but these fries were definitely not good for her.  Ariana threw the half full container in the first trash can she passed.  Normally, she would never waste her father's cash like that, but she had to keep an eye on this figure of hers!  And the Coke!  Ariana stopped, stunned at how she could be so careless as to order a regular Coke instead of a Diet Coke. 

Ariana tossed the Coke too.

Passing by another shop window, she caught another look at her reflection, only this time, her reaction was a little disappointing.  Maybe I should work out more, Ariana thought.  She posed in front of the window, arching her back to stick her breasts out—something she would never do.  Ariana knew that she needed more than just boobs to get ahead in life, but there was no shame in taking advantage of what you've got right?

Ariana realized that the window she was posing in was the window to another clothing store, only this one was a little different.  She peeked through the window, as if it was something she wasn't supposed to be seeing.  The clothes in this store were so...daring!  The low cut blouses, the tall heels, the tight pants...  Ariana could never get away with wearing stuff like this... But, there was something inside of her just begging to find out.  After all, there was no harm in trying them on, right?

*    *    *

Ariana walked out of the clothing store, a little shocked by her actions, but a little turned on as well.  The halter top she was wearing felt smooth across her tits—er, breasts—and the skirt she was wearing was nowhere near a long as her normal skirts were.

She had gone into the store just out of curiousity, but once she had seen the clothes up close—actually felt them—she knew that she had to try them on.  It was as if something was sucking her in.  These clothes...this lifestyle...  The woman working in there had looked at her as if she had gotten lost looking for the Gap.  But, Ariana picked out some things she liked and asked to be led to the changing rooms...

Ariana decided to wear them out after she bought them.

Even though she had gone a little bit over her dad's requested spending limit, she knew he wouldn't mind.  After all, she deserved it!  She worked hard every day.  Ariana figured it was time for a little "her" time.

The smell of hair products and steam filled the air as Ariana passed by the hair salon.

It was time for a make-over.

Something had come over Ariana.  She was anxious almost, to just make some changes, to be wild, to be out of character!  She was beginning to realize how much she had been missing out...

"How can I help you, miss?" asked the woman behind the counter of the beauty salon.

"Blonde please!" Ariana beamed.

The woman nodded, then froze and furrowed her brow as she looked up.  "But...you're already blonde.  And beautifully natural at that...  Why would you want to—"

"Never mind that!" Ariana snapped, "I want to be really blonde."  Ariana didn't know why she wanted to do this, she just knew she wanted to.  So she did it.

*    *    *

Ariana walked out of the hair salon.  She gathered a few stares which Ariana just ate up.  She primped her big, blonde hair with her hands as she walked on, looking for more fun.  The dye job had been about $70.  She figured her dad would really like her to stop spending money at this point, that's why she didn't tip the woman when she left.  But, Ariana was sure of one thing: she was done shopping.

But, there was no harm in looking around now, was there?  She thought not.  She caught the eyes of a sexy, muscular man checking her out.  She licked her lips and grinned back at him, nonverbally inviting him into her pants.  The thought of Dan passed through her head, but it soon left.

As Ariana was strutting through the mall in her new heels, she could have sworn that some girl was following her.  The girl was dressed all in black and hanging behind her just far enough that Ariana wouldn't notice her.  But, Ariana was smart enough to notice it.  After all, she gonna be one of those people...  The people with the professional suits and the talking...  Ariana couldn't think of the name of it right now, but she didn't care, because she just saw the cutest shoes in the world!

After another $150, Ariana began to get serious about leaving.  It was as if she was out of control.  She carried all of her bags toward the front of the mall, heading towards the door.

"Excuse me, ma'am!  Would you like to have a sample of our new make-up line?" came a chirpy voice.

Boy, would she!  Ariana forgot all about leaving and sat on the stool the pretty woman was pushing her into.  The lady talked Ariana's ears off as she painted her cheeks, lips, and eyelids a whole spectrum of gorgeous colors.  

After buying the whole set, Ariana was on her way again.  She was surprised to find herself back in the middle of the mall again.  She must have gotten turned around and gone back the way she had come.  

She passed by the first clothing store that she had come to on her mall visit.  She glanced at a black, pleated skirt in the window and scoffed.  "What loser would be caught dead wearing that?" she asked herself out loud.

Ariana wondered around some more, not really having any real direction or goal.  She ended up front of a jewelry store.  It wasn't a typical jewelry store though...

"Can I help you, miss?" the woman asked.

"I want my navel pierced," she answered.

"Is that all?" the woman asked with a smile.

Ariana thought what else she could do, then grinned.  She pointed to her chest, "Do these too..."

*    *    *

Her father was going to kill her!

Not only had she spent way over her limit, she had gotten her titties pierced.  There was no way to hide it either.  Her hard nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric of her halter.

Ariana laughed a bit.  It was kind of funny.  She couldn't wait to see the look on her father's face when she walked in looking the way she did.  She didn't care what he thought.  Her dad could be so lame sometimes...  Probably not gettin' any from that prude of a wife, she thought to herself, referring to her mother.  

Ariana shook her ass out of the mall finally, not resembling anything close to what had walked in there.

She got in her car and headed home.  She stopped at a gas station and picked up a pack of cigarettes.  She had never smoked before, but she figured she'd try in out.  She grabbed a case of beer too.  She drank beer all the time, didn't she?  The lines of her new lifestyle was beginning to blur into her old one.  She was having trouble remembering what aspects of herself were new and what was normal.  Oh well...

She parked the car unevenly in the driveway and walked into her home as if nothing was knew, "'Sup, mom... Dad..."  She walked past her shocked parents and began to walk up to her room.

"You stop right there, young lady!  What in the devil's name happened to you?" her mother yelled hysterically.

Ariana laughed, "God, loosen up!  Nothing happened.  Just had a lil' bit of a make-over!"  She giggled at herself as she tossed her father his credit card, "I wouldn't use that anymore if I were you..."  With that said, she started up the stairs.

"Don't you dare show up at the office like that tomorrow, Ariana," her father, called up to her.

Ariana shrugged her shoulders, "How about I don't show up at all?"

Her father was dumbfounded.

"I don't think that courtroom shit is right for me.  I got a job today doing make-up at the mall.  The lady said I was perfect—"

"I don't think so!" her father screamed, "No daughter of mine is going to sit at the mall all day.  You're coming to the office tomorrow and you're going to engage yourself in a real career."

Ariana scoffed, "Whatever.  I'm going to get changed, then I'm going out."

Her parents just stared at each other as she walked away from then and slammed her door.

*    *    *

"Whoo!  What was your name again?"

"Ariana!"

"Cute, wanna come go sit down somewhere?"

"Sure!"

Ariana shouted over the loud music at the guy she had just met, but had been rubbing her almost naked ass over all night.  He was cute.  Good enough for a quick fuck, but Ariana was in no mood for just one guy...

He took her hand and led her towards the back of the club, down a hallway, and into a room dimly light with red lights.  It was quieter back her, the booming bass of the club pounding the walls.  A few small crowds of people stood in the corners of the room, drinking, snorting coke...

"Have a sit, baby," he said smoothly, inviting her to sit next to the other men at a table.  Ariana smiled vapidly as the men talked about various things, mostly money.  She would catch one of them staring down her top every now and then, but she would just smile and stare at his crotch.

"Want some?"

Ariana had been daydreaming. She had been doing that a lot lately.  As if she couldn't focus on one thing for too long.

She looked down to see the man she had been dancing with holding up a straw for her. There was some white powder on the table in front of her...

"Sure..." she said.

The rest of the night was a blur.  Ariana's mind was reeling.  She came to consciousness at some point during the night, at which time she had a dick her mouth and her ass while the lights of a camera flashed in front of her.  When the cock was taken out of her mouth, she smiled for camera, her pierced tits gleaming in the light...

*    *    *

"What on earth would possess you to do that?"

Ariana just rolled her eyes at her mother.  "Don't worry about it, mom.  Just go watch a soap opera or something..."

"Don't worry about it?" her mother asked.  They stood in the kitchen the next afternoon.  When Ariana finally came bounding down the steps at about 2 p.m., she almost gave her mother a heart attack.  "How can I not 'worry about it' when my only daughter gets 'WHORE' tattooed on her breasts!?"

"I'm not a whore, mom.  They want money after they suck a dick..." Ariana took a sip of beer and walked out of the kitchen, leaving her mom with her mouth hanging open.

*    *    *

"Oh yeah, baby!"

"Shove your finger up my ass!"

"Is that what you want you dirty little bitch?!"

"Hell yeah baby—Ooo!  Shit, that feels good in there..."

Ariana's make-up was smeared across her slutty face.  Some guy had his finger up her asshole.  Maybe two fingers.  Maybe three... Ariana didn't really care, she wasn't paying attention.

She had dropped out of school last week.  The department store hired her full time to make-over boring women and help them be pretty like her.  She felt like she might get fired though, since she had gotten caught last week bent over in one of the dressing rooms with some high school boy.  He was cute!  Not a bad fuck either...  Arian was thinking that her boss might be a dyke, so maybe she could lick her pussy and help sway her opinions of her.

After Ariana sucked the guy off, she left the club. She stumbled home around 3:00.  Her mother was waiting for her 
as she walked in.  "Okay, Ariana, this has to stop," she said calmly in her bathrobe.

"What?!" Ariana answered defensively, "Get the fuck off my case!"

Ariana's mother sighed and rubbed her eyes, "Ariana...please.  Tell me what's going on.  This new behavior—"

"Whatever," Ariana said, sticking her hand in her mother's face, "I'm still horny, so I'm goin' upstairs to play with my toys..."  Ariana spun around and started to head toward the stairs.

"Stop this instant!" her mother shouted.  Ariana was a little shocked and turned back to her mother's glaring eyes.  "What's that on your face?"

Ariana was positive she hadn't gotten a tattoo on her face, but it was definitely something to consider.  Maybe line her lines with "COCKHOLE" or just go ahead and write "BITCH SLUT" on her forehead...  "What do you mean?"

"Right, there on your cheek..."

Ariana wiped her cheek with her hand to catch a big glob of cum.  "Oh," she said casually, and licked it off her hand, "Just some dude's load.  Guess I didn't catch it all with my tongue..."

*    *    *

"What do you mean you don't love me anymore?"

Dan couldn't believe his girlfriend had called him to break up with him.  She was being to nonchalant about it too...

"Yeah, Dan, I'm sorry.  But, I'm afraid your dick is nowhere near big enough to satisfy my holes...  I figured you'd be cool with this.  Don't be such a fag..."  Ariana explained, propped on her bed, twirling the phone cord around her finger with one hand while the other dragged a razor across her pussy.  She liked to keep it smooth as silk so she usually shaved her cunt once a day.

Ariana had no idea of the changes her life had under gone.  As far as she was concerned, this was all perfectly normal behavior for her.  Her life as an object of men's desires was like heaven to her.  She didn't want anything else.

As she hung up the phone on her crying ex-boyfriend, she just laughed thinking what a lame guy he was.  She finished shaving and sighed, basking in the simple life she now led.

Ariana lit up a cigarette and picked up a fashion magazine.  She pinched the cig in between her fingers and reached down to fondle her clit as she blew the smoke out.  She flipped the pages, comparing herself to all the other women in the magazine.

In the corner sat all her legal textbooks and John Grisham novels.  They were shoved to the side like some forgotten memory.  Ariana had no use for them.  Even if she tried, they wouldn't be able to hold her attention.  She could hardly follow a thirty minute TV show anymore without her mind wondering.  

Ariana didn't care though.  

She had new priorities now...

The End.

Bored with a Twenty Dollar Bill


By Mr. Grey

"I swear, this semester is doing some kind of permanent damage to my brain . . ." Cathy said, as she flipped through her English Poetry textbook.


"You said it," her roommate Emily agreed, not looking up from her own textbook.


"This is so—!  Listen:Like as a huntsman after weary chase
seeing the game from him escaped away,
sits down to rest him in some shady place,
with panting hounds beguiled of their pray . . .


I mean—he's talking about a woman!" Cathy exclaimed, fed up.


"Mmmm-hmmm . . ." Emily agreed again, still not looking up from her desk.  The two girls sat at opposite sides of the room, their desk lamps on and some old Sarah Mclachlan playing in the background.


"And then he starts talking about tying her up, and—" Cathy sighed, giving up, "I'll just be glad when I can get this class out of the way and get into medical school."  Cathy took a sip of some coffee that was sitting beside her.


Emily sat up and closed her book, "I need a break."


Cathy seemed to like that idea and got up too.  The two girls walked outside into the hallway of their dorm building.  It was almost ten o'clock.  Most of the other students were either at a party, studying, or asleep.  


After walking around for a bit, Emily and Cathy returned to their room.


"There's nothing to do," Cathy said, sitting on her bed, squeezing a pillow between her arms.  She laid her head down on the pillow, bored out of her mind.  Emily stood and looked around their room.  Posters of female singer-songwriters, posing with their acoustic guitars; reprints of famous paintings, some Picasso, some Dali; these all adorned the walls of Emily and Cathy's room.  They each had been in college for two years; Emily in pursuit of a degree in art, Cathy in pursuit of a medical degree.


They had each gotten scholarships to be here; Emily with her artwork, and Cathy with her grades.  Cathy now worked interning at a local hospital, mostly doing paperwork, while Emily was a waitress at a small coffeehouse downtown, where she also sold her sculptures and read some of her poetry on open mic night.


The two girls were about to just go to sleep.  Nothing exciting seemed to be coming their way this night.  That's when there was a knock at the door.  Emily turned around since she was already standing next to the door.  She glanced at Cathy as if to ask, "Who could that be?" Cathy shrugged her shoulders.  Emily did the same and then opened the door.


In the hallway stood a young man, probably a few years their senior, holding a plastic bag full of..something.


"Hey, girls," he said, friendly enough, "Just going around seein' if anyone wants to have a little fun . . ."  He shook the bag which Emily could now clearly see was pot.


Emily laughed a bit, "How much?"


"Twenty for this," he said, producing a smaller bag from his jacket. Emily thought about it for a minute.  She looked back at Cathy, "It's some guy selling weed."


Cathy shrugged her shoulders, "Get some.  Something has to keep me from going insane from boredom . . ."


Emily turned back to the man, "Alright, we'll take it."  She grabbed her purse sitting on the desk and pulled out a twenty dollar bill.


"Awesome . . . awesome . . ." the guy said, exchanging the bill and the bag with Emily, "I'll stop by again later to see if you guys need any more . . ."


"Thanks, but . . . this should be enough . . ." Emily said, rolling her eyes at Cathy.


"That's what they all say . . ." the man said. "This is my own special formula.  You guys should enjoy it . . . trust me . . ."


With that said, the man walked off, leaving Emily standing in the doorway with the small bag.


"Whatever . . ." Emily said to herself, then turned to Cathy as she closed the door, ". . . freak." 


"What?" Cathy asked, perking up when she saw the bag.


"Nothing, that guy was just being weird," she explained, grabbing some papers and a lighter from her drawer. 


"Talking about how this is some special formula that he made himself . . ."


"Those guys all say that," Cathy said. "Roll me one."  Emily began to roll each of them a joint.  Cathy watched her, thinking of her day tomorrow, "We'll just do this one.  Then, we'll eat some snacks, watch some Daily Show and go to bed.  We can't stay up too late with this test tomorrow."


Emily was focusing on the joint she was rolling. "I know . . ."  She finished one and handed it to Cathy, who quickly lit it up and took a drag.  "How is it?" she asked, finishing hers.


Cathy blew a cloud of smoke out, already feeling relaxed, "Not bad." Emily lit her own up and joined her friend.  


The two girls quietly smoked their joints, Cathy eventually ending up laying on the floor wrapping a piece of string around her finger to watch the tip of her finger turn purple, and Emily laying on her stomach on the bed, intensely examining the stitch work on her bedspread.


"This pattern is beautiful . . ." she said to no one.


Cathy looking up from her swollen finger, "Huh?"


Emily's brow furrowed, "Huh?"


This brought the two girls into a giggling fit.  As their laughter died down, Emily noticed something strange about Cathy.  She looked closer and closer at her friend, knowing something was wrong, but not quite being able to figure it out.  Suddenly, she had it, "Hey Cathy!"  Cathy looked up at her friend.  "You have a tan!"
The girls thought this was even funnier.  When their laughter died down again, Cathy inquired about her friends observation, "What do you mean?  What does that mean?"


"Just what I said," she explained, getting off the bed to sit next to Cathy on the floor, "you have a tan."


Cathy figured her friend was just messing with her, "How could I have a tan?  Where would I have gotten a tan from?"


"I don't know but you do!  You look like those cheerleaders that come to the cafe on Saturdays.  You look like you've been at the beach all month!"


Cathy didn't believe her friend, but looking down at her arm, she realized that, yes, she did have a tan.  How strange...  "How did I get a t—Hey!"  she yelled, causing Emily to jump. "You're . . . you're hair—" 


"What about it?" Emily said, frightened and clutching a strand of her long brown hair.


"It's turning . . . Yeah!  It's turning blonde!"  After Cathy said this, she giggled.


Both girls sat still after that.  They look at each other with wide eyes.  "What's going on?" Cathy asked, in a new helium-pitched voice.


"My God, Cathy!  Your voice!"


"I know, make it stop!"


"I don't know how!"


The girls were getting worried.  Suddenly, Emily had an idea, "It must be the pot . . . Making us see stuff.  


Let's just relax and take it easy . . ."


"Ok . . ."


"Why don't we turn on some music?"


Cathy seemed to like that idea.  Emily walked over to their CD collection and frowned.  Nothing they had seemed very good.  "Who's Ani Difra . . . something?  Don't we have any, like, Usher or Justin Timberlake?"


Cathy frowned, too. "I don't know . . . Maybe we should just watch TV until we get cooler CDs . . ."


Emily agreed to this and sat down beside her friend, who now had much bigger breasts than she did a minute ago.  Emily was about to say something, but then she realized how jealous she was and decided to forget about it.  Cathy flipped on the TV and started looking for something to watch.  "What was that you wanted to watch a minute ago?"


"The Daily Show . . ." Emily said, not too sure of her decision anymore. "But see what's on MTV first."


"'Kay!" Cathy said, feeling much better.  Cathy glanced down at Emily's chest and realized that she almost had as big a cup size as she did.  She knew Emily had been jealous of her tits, but she couldn't see any reason why anymore.


"Ooooo!  The Real World!" Emily said, excited.  The two girls giggled at all the cute boys on the TV as their bodies continued to change. When the show was over, Emily looked at her friend and was shocked at the transformation.


Cathy's simple figure had become a voluptuous vixen's with massive tits and killer firm ass.  Her "no make-up" rule had become non-existent with her eyes outlined in dark liner and mascara, while her lips had a glittery pink color to them now.  Emily didn't know it, but she had gone through the same change.


"Emily . . ." Cathy said, frightened, her voice sounding like an eight year old's, "I think something has happened to us."


Emily didn't seem to notice, "Why don't we, like, smoke another joint?  That'll make us feel better."  Emily's voice had become a parody of a valley girl.  Cathy agreed with Emily's plan and rolled the two of them another joint.  They each lit theirs up and sat back, trying to clear their head.


"God, I just want to get this test out of the way!" Emily sat back and blew the smoke in the air.  A cloud now hung over their room, drowning their heads in it's sweet smell.


"I know what you mean," Cathy said, taking another drag, "We should just study some more!"


"Good idea!" Emily said.  They each grabbed the books they had been reading and returned back to the floor, sitting across from one another. Cathy tried desperately to follow the Edmund Spenser poem she had been reading moments ago, but couldn't quite grasp it.  "This is hard!" she pouted.


"Totally!" Emily agreed and giggling, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, "Reading's boring!"


"Maybe we could just shove the book in our heads, then it'll all be up there so we won't have to remember it all!"


"Like, will that work?"


"Maybe if we do it through our ears . . ." Cathy gave this a shot, but found that it couldn't be done, "Nope, my ear's too big . . . I mean, too small . . ."


"I'm a dumb moron." Emily said bluntly.


"I feel like my head's full of air . . ."


"Airhead!" Emily yelled, giggling to herself.


"Shut up!  Be careful!" Cathy said.


"Why?" Emily said, trying to calm her laughter.


"My brain might fall out . . ." Cathy explained.


"I think it already did . . ." Emily said, looking around the room.


"Well, where'd it go to?" Cathy looked worried.


"Maybe it flew away!"


"Brains gots wings?"


"Uh-huh!  Only if they fall out of your head . . ."


"How do you know?"


"I'm stupid!" Cathy said with a smile.


"Stupid stupid stupider stupidest . . ."


"You're the stupidest!"


"Nuh-uh!" Emily debated.


"Yuh-huh!"


"Nuh-uh!"


"Yuh-huh!"


"Yeah, I am . . . Hey!  My tits are fake now . . ." Emily realized, feeling the silicone inside her.


"Really?  When?"


Emily shrugged, not too interested in it, "I wanna go swimming!"


"Yeah!"


Neither of the girls knew it, but they no longer looked like themselves.  From now on, most people would mistake them for twins. They each had bright blonde hair and a dark tan.  Their doe-eyes were lined with dark make-up, and their noses were up-turned into cute little nubs on their face. They each had a pair of fake tits that had materialized during their conversation, which looked great in the slutty clothes they found they were wearing. 


"My titties say I'm pretty . . ." Emily said, admiring them while she stretched her top out, peering down it.


"Like, what do they say about me?" Cathy asked, seriously wanting to know.


"Who?" Emily said, letting her shirt snap back.


Cathy had forgotten what she was saying.


"Do you think guys wanna fuck my ass?" Emily asked, flipping to give Cathy a good view of her bubbly backside.


"You mean, like, now?"


"I mean all the time!"


"You mean, like, put their cock in it?"


"I wanna suck a cock," Emily said.


"Cock . . ." Cathy echoed, lying on her back and drooling.


"I wanna suck a dick, too.  A cock and a dick . . ." Emily shoved three fingers in a pussy and mindlessly 
began fucking herself.


"I wanna suck alllllllll the cocks . . ." Cathy sang, playing with her nipples, which couldn't seem to stay 
contained in the tube-top she was wearing.


"My tits are like cocks," Emily said, yanking her fingers out of herself with a "Pop!" and going back to gazing at her boobs.


Cathy sat up, interested, "Well, let me suck 'em!"


"Oh okay!" Emily yelled, yanking down her shirt, ripping it a bit as she pushed her huge boobs through. Cathy leaned forward and began to suck on her best friend's tits, "Why haben't we done dis before?" she asked with a hard nipple in her mouth.


"I dunno..." Emily responded, dumbfounded.  "Wait . . . how did I get so dumb?"


Cathy sat up and looked her in the eye, "Like, what do you mean?"


"We weren't dummies before!  Now look at us!  Me and you is dum-dums!" Emily pouted.


"Sooooo . . . ?" Cathy asked, smiling.


"Maybe we should go find some cocks to suck . . ." Emily suggested, forgetting what she was even saying.


"Where?" Cathy asked, sitting up.


"Out there!" Emily said, pointing toward the door.


The two girls excitedly jumped for the door and opened it.  Standing on the other side was the man who had sold them their pot.  "Like, hi!" the girls said in unison.


"Hello there," the man said, not surprised with the outcome of his creation.  The two brainy bitches that he had sold this pot to earlier had become a couple of dumb beach bunnies.  "How about it?  You want some more . . 
. ?" he asked, shaking the bag.


The girls giggled like the couple of idiots they were not and nodded, staring at the man's crotch the whole time.
After inviting him in, the girls stripped each other of their clothes and began to unconsciously make out in front of him.  They didn't notice the man taking off his clothes, but when Emmi and Cathi managed to untie their tongues from each other, they looked longingly at the man's erect cock.  The two college girls were drooling as they crawled up to it and took it into their mouths.  Emmi would suck on the man's nuts while Cathi blew him, and vice versa.


The man rolled each of the girls more joints and continuously fed them to them while he fucked their so-called brains out.  Emmi and Cathi no longer remembered their old lives.  Their dreams of success had been replaced with that of two slacker whores, who only cared about their tans and getting high.

The End.