Shapeshift

Shapeshift

I’ve had an ability to shapeshift since I was twelve years old. My father was also a shapeshifter, but not nearly as capable as I am. He turned his limited abilities into a lucrative criminal enterprise that I had no interest in participating in. Once I had mastered my powers, as an adult, I figured out how to use my abilities to… more perverse ends… and I never looked back. That was 30 years ago and I’m currently working as a high school teacher, the perfect place to hunt. But, I’m getting ahead of myself.

My First Experience with Shapeshift:

When I was a kid, I remember I had this strange feeling that I could change my body with my mind. I was just staring at my hand, trying to will it to be bigger. I can’t explain why I thought I could do that; I just thought I could. I was shocked when I turned out to be right. I about leaped out of my seat when my hand started growing. My father caught me sitting in the kitchen making my hand grow large and shrink down, staring at it in amazement. He freaked out and pulled me into the room to tell me his secret. He was also a shapeshifter, along with several men in our family. But, we must keep it a secret. People won’t understand and, if people know, we wouldn’t get away with nearly as much.

It took me a long time to figure out how to control my powers, but by the time I was 22, I had pretty well mastered the ability to turn into another person of my choice. Of course, I couldn’t match any physical characteristics I couldn’t see, but I could define them arbitrarily. I also couldn’t match voices, because I didn’t understand how that mapped to physical changes I could control more readily.

When I was 22, I still lived at home with my little sister in Chicago. We had just moved from LA four years ago, when my little sister was 14. Now, she’s 18 and still lives with us. I remember that summer very well, because her friend, Bella, came to stay with us. Bella was smoking hot, but she was a total bitch and had grown into quite the tease. First of all, she was 18 and she still walked around the house in panties constantly. She basically never wore pants. Sometimes it was a t-shirt and panties, sometimes bra and panties. When she was leaving the house, she wore skirts so short that she might as well be in panties.

She loved to tease me and walk around me looking hot, then catch me looking at her and sigh or roll her eyes. She would say something like “Take a picture. It will last longer, perv.” Or “Enjoying the show?” She also loved to tease our neighbor, Peter. She was constantly parading around him in skimpy outfits, making sure he would see up her skirt, or having dirty conversations around him. But, I don’t think he was into her. I, on the other hand, couldn’t fucking concentrate at all around this girl. I needed to fuck her little body. She was a little brunette smoke show, about 5 ft, 95 lbs, perky tits, narrow hips, tight little ass, skinny as hell.

I would sit in my room at night and I could hear her talking to my sister about Peter. When she thought nobody was home, I could hear her alone in my sister’s room rubbing herself and making herself cum. The sounds of her voice and her cute, squeaky little orgasms only made me want her more. Imagining her lying in bed with her hand in those panties, stomach writhing as she came to a climax. I had to have her, but I didn’t know how to do it.

One day, I heard her planning a party with my sister. They were going to play seven minutes in heaven and invite Peter. If you aren’t familiar, 7MIH is a makeout game young people play where they lock two people in a closet for 7 minutes and they can do whatever they want. She wanted my sister to throw Peter in there where her and she was planning to kiss him for 7 minutes. Sounded to me like Peter would be leaving with blue balls. Not a whole lot of fun.

That night, the party was going on, but I saw Peter out of my window walking back to his house. I guess he also didn’t want 7 minutes of dry dick in a closet with Bella. But I had an amazing, risky idea. If I turned myself into Peter, I could play 7MIH with Bella, and just fuck her once and for all. It was a risky, horny decision, but I did it.

I walked downstairs as Peter and Bella smiled when she saw me, a welcome change. She looked at my sister and all the kids grabbed us and pushed us into our downstairs walk in closet as part of the game. Bella smiled at me and killed the lights. She was about to make her move, when I rushed her, put my lips on hers and shoved my tongue down her throat. She was shocked, but kissed me back. I didn’t have a lot of time.

I put one hand up her shirt and grabbed her tit. Then, I moved the other hand up her tight thigh, working it up under her skirt until I got to her little, cotton panties and she gasped. She tried to wiggle away, but I made myself stronger until it was easy to hold her in place. I put one hand over her mouth to keep her quiet and worked the other hand into her panties, feeling her wet, bald, little slit. I looked down and she was wearing spongebob panties. Very cute, but she was clearly embarrassed. She was very young and tight and I couldn’t have cared less what picture was on those little panties.

“FIVE MINUTES LEFT” my sister yelled from outside. I didn’t have much time.

I laid her onto her back and she was breathing hard. I could see her ribcage every time she inhaled as I pulled off her panties. I laid down on top of her with my hard dick near her pussy.

“Please. No.” she whispered through my hand. But I pushed anyway. My dick was too big to fit in her little hole, but it still felt amazing to try. So, I shrunk my girth down and make my dick pointier. I stuck it into her, taking her virginity, and then grew my length and girth back to bigger than it was before. Her eyes widened in pain and surprise. She trusted Peter and this is not what she expected to happen in this closet.

Her tight pussy felt amazing and I pumped myself in and out of her hard, keeping my hand pressed tightly over her mouth.

“TWO MINUTES LEFT,” I heard and I picked up the pace. Eventually, I pulled out and shot loads all over Bella’s tight tummy. I rolled off of her satisfied. She laid on her back, shirt pulled up over her little tits, jizz all over her stomach, skirt hiked up over her pussy, spongebob panties around her ankles, crying. I was on my back panting, smiling, with a slowly dying erection. The door opened and the party stopped.

I bolted up into my room and changed back into myself. Eventually, people asked me if I saw Peter and I said I saw him walking home. The police showed up, arrested him, and he went to jail for 20 years. Bella dressed conservatively after that and had a much more reserved personality. I always cherished my memory of crushing that little pussy of hers and cumming all over her. The idea of shape shifting into someone a girl trusts and then raping them was constantly on my mind after that.

Growing Up and Evolving

I spent most of my nights hunting at clubs. I would change into some hot looking guy, walk around the club, pick up the hottest girl I could, then fuck her somewhere. It was addictive. I aimed young, but I was terrified of picking up an STD. I just couldn’t reliably hunt for younger virgins.

I remember one day staring at one of the girls I was fucking and she wasn’t even that hot. She was a little bit chubby and I was staring at her flab wishing it would go away. I started to have a feeling like I had as a kid, staring at my hand. Suddenly, it shrunk down. I was shocked and I pushed her off of me, leaving her frustrated and yelling at me. I ran home and decided I’d have to try this. I went around and bumped into people or shook their hand and I would always shrink their hand, just a little bit. They never noticed, but I sure did. This was incredible. It took me until I was 28 to realize I had the power to shapeshift other living things.

But, it got weirder. Eventually, I realized that I didn’t have to be touching anyone. I could stare at someone across a room and make them a little taller, a little skinnier, their boobs a little bigger. I tried to only do positive changes to be nice.

Then I realized that I could shapeshift other people to have certain emotional experiences, if I understood that emotion well, I could project an emotion or experience on them by shapeshifting them. I didn’t know quite how I was doing it, but I must have been changing something about them chemically or neurologically. But, I could shapeshift someone to make them happy or sad. I could also intensify that experience beyond what I had ever experienced. I could make people overjoyed with happiness or devastated with sadness. I could make boring people funnier or smarter. When I started to get better at this, one day, my dick leaped in my pants. I hadn’t considered projecting sexual “emotional” experiences. that I could make a woman horny, frustrated, satisfied, or give them an orgasm – and intensify those experiences. I could make a date funnier, but I could also make them into someone that cums easily… or can’t cum at all. I could totally control their sexual experiences. I was figuring out how I could turn girls into my personal sex slaves.

I quickly went to coffee shop and noticed a cute young barista. As I was sitting there, I gave her a tiny orgasm. It definitely worked. I could see her knees buckle a tiny bit. Her eyes shot wide wondering what the fuck just happened. She let out a little gasp, paused, then got back to work.

I went out for a walk and started to think about how to do this in practice. First, I was going to start experimenting. I put all the emotions and sensations I could give a woman on the scale of 1-10. Eventually, I saw a cute young Asian girl walking in the park in a huge sweater. She was wearing tiny shorts, I assume, because I couldn’t see them under the sweater at all. If I gave the barista a Level 1 orgasm, I gave that girl a 5. She fell to her knees and yelled, then laid down on the ground panting. I guess that was a little more intense. People eventually came over to help her and she said she sprained an ankle. But, she looked pretty happy for a sprained ankle.

I sat down on a bench and saw another young couple on a bench facing each other. I gave the girl a horny feeling around a 2-3. Not much change. I ratcheted up to 5 and she immediately started shifting in her seat. Smiling. Leaning toward the guy. Touching his chest. I moved her up to a 6 and walked away. I was pretty sure I just gave him a great night.

I started using my abilities to fuck a lot of girls again and figured out a few things.

First, I had to be careful with orgasms. Level 1 was small like I gave the barista. 2 was like shitty sex. 3-4 was what women got from normal sex and good sex. 5-6 they would usually say was the best sex of their life. A 7 left them in a daze after they came, smiling and laughing and they needed some time to recover. They would usually squirt with a six, but always with a 7. An 8, they would usually lose their ability to make words and they would need about an hour to recover after they came. And my god would they squirt. A 9 made a girl lose consciousness when she came. A 10 made a girl lose consciousness before she came. I also discovered that I could push a girl to the edge of an orgasm, without pushing them over or I could elongate the amount of time they experienced the orgasm. That was the most fun.

Horniness was also a fun one. Most girls walked around at a 1-2, young girls usually at a 3 or a 4. A 5 always made a girl shift in her chair and notice she was wet and wanted sex. A 6 made a girl need sex. She would actively try to get it. Most girls went their whole life, never experiencing a 7, but when they did, they were looking for dick and would take it anywhere they could find it. They would also look for opportunities to run off and masturbate. Once they hit 8, they would start to lose their ability to use language. At a 9, they would resort to grabbing the unwilling and basically raping them. At a 10, they would often lose consciousness.

In addition to horniness, frustration was key. It was that feeling you had in the back of your knees when you needed something, when you wanted to sleep but just couldn’t. Used in conjunction with horniness, it was powerful.

One last tool I picked up was interesting, too. I noticed some girls cum easy and some almost never. I realized that I can affect that change in other girls. This let me make girls unthinkably horny, frustrated, and unable to cum without my help, where I was uniquely positioned to deliver an Earth-shattering orgasm, the likes of which they had never fathomed and may literally kill them. This was how I would start creating sex slaves. Naturally, I got a job teaching seniors in high school.

My Teaching Career

I got a job teaching English to HS seniors, as well as coaching Cheer, track, and agreeing to chaperone dances and the class trip to New York. I fucked so much hot, young pussy during my teaching career it was incredible.

I would sit there in my class, staring at beautiful young girls watching a class movie, wearing a short skirt or a skimpy outfit and slowly make them feel horny, watching how they react. Then, I would watch them grab their boyfriends and maul them in the hallway.

I made this hot little 18yo Asian girl hornier every day and progressively more frustrated until she walked out of my class at a 7 on the horny scale, an 8 on the frustrated scale, and she was totally unable to cum. I left her there for a week and she was out sick on Friday. That night, I showed up at her house looking like a guy from our class to bring her a homework assignment. When I saw her, she was totally frustrated and disheveled and totally sleep deprived. I’m sure that poor girl has been trying to cum all day, hornier than most people get in their lives. I kissed her and ratcheted her up to a 9/9 on both the horny and frustrated scale. She pulled me into her bed and ripped off her clothes and mine. I had turned this tight, young Asian HS senior into a total slut. I sucked her tits and touched her tight pussy, giving her a level 1 orgasm right away. Eventually, I started fucking her tight cunt and let her have orgasm after orgasm, a 3 then a 5 then a 6 then a 7. Finally I pushed her up to the edge of an 8 with my dick inside her and held her there for at least 5 minutes. Just as I was about to cum, I got her over the edge. I pulled out and came hard, spraying her tits and face with cum. She squirted and squirted as she was screaming and spasming, but I let her experience that orgasm for several minutes, continuing to touch her sensitive clit while she was writhing in bed and moaning the whole time. After 10 minutes, I let her calm down with no horniness or frustration. She was in a daze, totally satisfied. I made out with her and felt her up for little while she was experiencing occasional aftershocks. Then, I had to help her get dressed before her parents came home. She was all smiles and giggles after that.

Another time, I was chaperoning homecoming and I made the homecoming king so horny that he raped his date in the bathroom. I caught him fucking her as she struggled underneath him, but she was a little cheerleader and he was very strong. He blew a load all over her while she was crying right in front of me and the principal. That night, he went to jail. It was quite the local story. His life was ruined. I was having too much fun.

One time, one of my tight little track stars stayed late at school and I made her so horny that I knew she would be rubbing herself in the shower. I stayed outside and just listened to her having an intense orgasm. I was able to ratchet it up, even through the wall. My abilities were getting even better.  I listened to her moaning and cumming for several minutes before she emerged in a t-shirt and shorts with a big smile on her face. I just couldn’t get enough.

Then, there was Michelle.

Michelle came from a very strict, religious family. They restricted what she ate, when she slept, who she was friends with, when she exercised. She was a cute, tiny, 18yo teenager sitting in my class, totally sheltered and innocent. They had a strict policy that she was to have zero interactions with boys. They had an open door policy at home and limited 5 minutes of bathroom time to ensure she and her sisters maintained their virginity (to include never touching themselves). I know this because to go on the class trip, they wanted her in a different floor of the hotel where there were no boys and they wanted me to stay by her door to make sure nobody could come in or out.

While I disagreed with their methods, Michelle’s parents were right to be concerned. She was a fucking smoking hot little piece of ass. I knew her stats because she wanted to be on cheer squad, but her parents said no. She was just under 5 ft and only 80 lbs. She was fit and adorable looking, with big blue eyes and blonde hair. Her sheltered innocence was obvious, just looking at her. Every guy in the school was dying to fuck that innocence right out of her. I was dying to feel that little ass or see those little tits shaking while I pounded her virginity away. First day of the year, I made her horny, frustrated and made sure she could never cum, just in case. I increased both a little bit each month.

By the end of the year, when it was time for her senior trip, I had her at 6/10 horny and 7/10 frustrated. I could tell it was getting to her. I turned her up to 7/10 horny on the bus ride and watched her sitting in the back just crossing and uncrossing her legs, obviously distracted. That night, we got to the hotel and I sat outside her room, like her parents asked, where I could hear her tossing and turning all night. I heard frustrated grunts every so often. She was probably trying to get herself off. Poor thing.

The last day of the trip, I turned her up to 8/10 horny and 9/10 frustrated. She could hardly stand or talk in the morning. I asked if she needed to stay home and she agreed. I asked if she was feeling sick and she nodded. Then collapsed in bed, swimming in oversized sweats. I called in sick, too. Today was the day I was going to fuck that little bitch.

I turned myself into a super-fit 25yo in a hotel uniform and knocked on her door. She answered and I came in, pretending I had a room service order for the wrong room. I didn’t even have any food to sell the story, but she didn’t care. She just stood in front of me breathing heavily and I started undressing her. She was so horny, frustrated, and sleep deprived, she let me do whatever I wanted with her. I pulled her sweatshirt over her head and looked at her tight little body, sucking her small a-cup tits. I tugged her sweatpants, and they dropped immediately. She had on cotton panties covered in little pink polka dots. I slipped my hand in her panties and touched her hairless slit. The poor girl was beyond soaking wet. I touched her clit lightly and immediately gave her a 2/10 orgasm. Then I kissed her, slipped a finger in her and gave her a 3/10 orgasm while I pushed her on the bed. I brought her frustration down to a 4/10. She looked so thankful and relieved, but I kept her horny as hell.

“Have you ever had an orgasm before?” I asked.

She shook her head. “No.”

“They get better.” I stuck my face in her pussy and licked her slit. I pushed her straight to the edge of an 8/10 orgasm. I brought her frustration right back up to 9/10 and held her there for a couple minutes.

She started panting and gasping. “Oh my god! Oh yes! Oh fuck yes. Keep going keep going keep going…” Then, I stopped.

“What the fuck are you doing?! Keep going!” She was totally frustrated and demanded an answer. “I think I might be, maybe… cumming?”

“No. You are right, but you need to do something for me first.” I pulled her off the bed by her hair and put her on her knees by the foot of the bed. I stuck my dick in her face. “Now suck, bitch.”

She shook her head. “No. This is a sin. I gave myself to Jesus.” Even in this horny state, she was second guessing herself and started tearing up.

I slapped her hard, then pulled her up by her hair, stuck my hand down her panties, and gave her a sudden 5/10 orgasm. She screamed and held onto my arm for dear life. Then, I worked her right up to the edge of an 8/10 orgasm. She stared up at me with huge eyes, pleading for relief. She would do whatever I wanted now. She just needed to cum. “Unless you think Jesus is going to make you cum, you’d better give yourself to me now.”

I let go of her hair and she dropped back onto her knees. She growled with frustration and put her mouth over my dick and started sucking. She didn’t really know what to do, but I grabbed her head and started fucking her face. I stopped right before I came and threw her back on the bed. I sucked her tits with my finger in her and gave her a 6/10 orgasm. She squirted all over my fingers and screamed loud enough that I thought somebody would show up at the door. Every time she came, her face contorted and then her eyes shot open. It was totally adorable. I pushed her right back to the edge of her 8/10 orgasm she wanted to badly.

I moved her up to a 10/10 horniness and put my dick right next to her pussy. “Can I fuck you now?” I asked knowing full well, she was barely thinking straight and couldn’t answer. I pushed my dick in her and immediately gave her the 8/10 orgasm she had been wanting. I held her at the point of climax the whole time I was fucking her. I sucked her nipples and choked her and kissed her and slapped her. She kept on squirting all over me until she had nothing left to squirt. The whole time, I was pounding the hell out of her hole. I made my dick even bigger to make her feel tighter and it was an incredible sensation. Eventually, I had to cum. I couldn’t fuck this tight wet pussy for very long, looking at this adorable little girl in the throes of a huge orgasm, gasping and having fits right underneath me. I let her orgasm end and she closed her eyes, recovering in bed, a spasming mess. Before she knew what was going on, I shoved my cock back in her mouth to fill it with cum. She looked like she was surprised, but too dazed to care.

It wasn’t long before I was hard again. I knew, staring at her hot body, that opportunities like this didn’t come often. So, I touched her pussy again and brought her up to the edge of a 9/10 orgasm. She looked so surprised. She thought we were done, but here she was again.

“Now it’s time for you to cum really hard. Are you ready to become a woman?”

She looked confused. She didn’t know what was happening. I pushed her over the edge of her orgasm. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever seen anyone have. She looked dazed as it washed over her. Her whole body lit up and started shaking. She actually started to cry and moan at the same time. She spasmed so hard she actually injured her back. I felt her pussy trying to squirt, but she was spent. I held her like that, choking her and fucking her until I came a second time right in her pussy. I couldn’t help myself. Then, I finally let her come down.

I rolled off of her and brought her frustration and horniness down to zero. We were both completely satisfied. She was unconscious. But, I couldn’t tell if she passed out from cumming so hard or if she just finally fell asleep. I held her as orgasm aftershocks would occasionally wash over her causing her to tense up and moan. I couldn’t stop feeling up her flat tummy or hot little tits. I jerked off one more time on her face and tits before I left her alone in her room.

She slept the whole bus ride home. That sweet, poor little girl had been through a lot. I quietly made sure she would never cum again, so she would remember our night together forever.