Transform or Dare Ch. 02

Elizabeth remained in position but moaned and reacted as if it was the best sex of her life. Stephanie's warm mouth around her nipple added to the experience. On the brink of the best orgasm she would ever have, Elizabeth could feel the permanency of her new thoughts imprinting on her mind. The hornier she got, the more they settled and became the absolute truth. She knew something was missing, but she couldn't figure out what.

Finally, the pleasure overwhelmed her mind. She orgasmed and sealed her fate. No longer was she Elizabeth the nurse lady. She was Beth the bimbo. Her goal in life was to look the best she could, like a decoration, and to please men any way they asked. It was funny to think about her old life, how a bimbo like her managed to trick people for so long. Now they'd see the real Beth.

***

Laurence hadn't had sex for a long time, and it felt good to finally pump a load into a woman. Elizabeth had long withheld sex with excuse after excuse until Laurence eventually gave up. To see her dumb smile and drooling mouth after he had his way with her was satisfying. He had no idea what was going on her mind, but if her expression indicated anything, the dare was complete.

He left his vacant, smiling wife and walked back over to his current partner, Trish. Assuming his position, he stopped moving in place, happy that at least one turn had gone his way.

***

Trish unfroze and looked down at her phone. She had accidentally selected Transform. Mark's body was so distracting, she couldn't even handle a small task. The risk scared her. She'd seen good transformations and she'd seen bad transformations. And even the good ones weren't something she desired. Carrying 5 to 10 extra pounds on her chest or ass was not a good thing. It was disruptive. Discomfort aside, she didn't want more attention from the opposite sex. It was bad enough now. Her sweet innocent act wouldn't ward them away anymore. With big tits or ass, men would automatically assume she was easy, and they'd double down on the aggression.

After watching everyone else, it was nerve wracking standing and waiting. She knew the feeling would be evident as soon as it started. And it was. Her lips tingled and she felt them puff and expand. Trish had never gotten lip filler, but she had always wondered what it was like. However, these lips went beyond what she would have wanted. They kept growing and growing. When they finally stopped, her hands felt her lips which were now double in size. They were dick sucking lips. Cock cushions. Both applicable names for the luscious lips now filling the bottom half of her face.

With her transformation complete, Trish expected everyone to unfreeze. But no one moved. Something wasn't right. Then she felt the familiar feeling start in her tits. And her ass. Both areas were expanding. Bigger. Rounder. Once the transformation was complete, Trish's tits were more voluptuous than Elizabeth's and her ass was larger than Sally's. Her hands went immediately to check her breasts and she noticed her new, long, pink acrylic nails.

What the hell had she transformed into? There was only one type of person who had that many body modifications. Trish rushed over to the mirror and confirmed her suspicions. Not only were her tits, ass, lips, and nails modified, but her face had Botox work, her skin was tanned, and her fully done-up makeup was slutty. Combined with the cheap jewellery, Trish knew exactly what she was. A porn star. And not a cute, girl-next door porn star. She was an older, been in the business forever and need to up the sex appeal, porn star. Everything about her was now fake, but sexually appealing to men. Upon closer inspection, even her waist and hips had transformed to perfectly proportionate levels. This was perhaps the only transformation she was happy with.

With the strange feelings finally stopped, Trish was left with a body built for fucking and an insatiable need to be filled in all holes. It was a craving that would not be satisfied unless she was filled daily. She walked back over to her current partner Laurence. Maybe he would be the first to fill her up.

***

Mark unfroze and looked over at Trish. He loved the old Trish, but couldn't deny how extremely attractive her new body was. Ignoring his new beau Greta, Mark walked over to Trish and grabbed her by the waist. The former couple had the ideal fantasized bodies both genders had about each other. And all Mark wanted to do was fuck his former partner.

"How does it feel?" Mark said.

Trish was still getting used to her new body and voice, which was now a few pitches higher. All the extra weight was throwing off her usually smooth movements. Did she emphasize her new assets, or reel in the sex appeal? Regardless of what she decided, every move highlighted one of her body parts. It made no sense to hide her new gifts. And so, she adopted the pose of a porn star. She stood with her chest out, back arched, ass out, floating hands, and duck lips.

"It's weird. I'm like so horny." Trish said. Her vocabulary had been modified like her body.

Mark moved back and admired her body. He whistled as he examined her legs that went on for days.

"You are so fucking hot, babe."

Trish blushed. She felt the same way about him and his new body. Trish moved into a pose and froze, signaling the start of the next round. If he wasn't constrained by the game, Mark would take her right then and there, audience be damned. Her body was screaming to be fucked.

Greta joined his side.

"Banging body." Greta said.

Mark nodded in agreement. He looked down at his phone and saw the two options. Transform or Dare. He already chose Transform and was rewarded with the peak of the male body. Anything else would be a downgrade.

"I'm choosing Dare." Mark said.

"No complaints here." Greta said. "I've had my fair share of cocks."

Mark selected his decision and hoped it had something to do with Trish. Since they were no longer a couple, the odds were good he'd be dared to fuck her or eat her out or do anything with her gorgeous body.

Greta chose Transform and then froze in the default position. Mark's phone beeped and he read the Dare.

"Engage in 69 squared."

What the hell was 69 squared? To his relief, Trish unfroze and stripped naked in front of everyone, revealing her new porn star body. Mark couldn't peel his eyes off of her. Every physical female trait was exaggerated to maximum affect on the male brain. Or cock in this instance, as Mark's stood at attention. He wanted to end the game, take Trish home, and fuck her until the sun came up. But the game prevailed over his strong desire. Once her clothes were off, Trish laid down on the ground, flat on her back, in front of Mark with her mouth opened wide. Her body went still and calm.

The next participant to move was Ben and his monster cock. Mark didn't like to look, but it was hard not to. The thing just had a commanding presence. Ben stripped off the rest of his clothes and tossed them in the same pile as Trish. Once again, the App was pulling the strings on this round's puppets. Mark knew what it was like from his foursome with Greta. A passenger in your own body.

Ben hovered over Trish, and gently lowered himself until his cock was in her mouth. He leaned on his forearms for leverage as he waited for the next participant, which happened to be Greta. She also stripped and joined the two on the floor. Sliding her bottom half under Ben, she made sure his mouth was in-line with her pussy before settling into the same pose as Trish with her mouth wide open and ready for cock. Mark examined the trio on the ground. The Dare finally made sense and he was the last piece to the puzzle.

With limited control over his body, Mark stripped the rest of his clothes off and walked over to Greta. Like Ben before him, he slowly guided his cock into Greta's mouth and then gently lowered his mouth onto Trish's pussy. The 69 squared was complete. Or at least the set-up.

In sync, the group began their oral assault on the cock or pussy before them. It's not exactly what Mark had hoped for and he wasn't too keen on another man getting to test drive Trish's cock cushions, but Mark was happy to finally explore some of her new body. Even her pussy was modified to be perfect. Clean shaven and extra sensitive, Mark could feel her body convulsing with each flick of his tongue. There were no hands or extra stimulation allowed. It was mouth only and Mark was happy to oblige.

On the other end, he felt Greta's warm mouth wrapped around his cock. A cock that had already been in her pussy and her partner's ass. If she wasn't too careful, she might lose her lesbian feelings and crave being his cocksucker.

Gradually, as if the App was controlling the tempo, each person was edging closer and closer to their own orgasm. Due to the extra enhancements, Trish was the first to go, her hips bucking at the constant pressure of Mark's tongue against her clit. The wetness soaked his face as he heard muffled screams and moans while Ben's cock plugged her mouth. Her orgasm started a chain reaction as Ben's cock could take no more from her warm, wet mouth and he unloaded down her throat. The excitement coursed through Ben and his tongue went wild on Greta's clit. Her hands moved down and pushed his face, grinding until her body gave in to the mounting pleasure and covered Ben's face in her pussy juices.

The cascading orgasms came back around, and Greta took deepthroat after deepthroat expertly until Mark finally coated her throat with his cum. With all of the orgasm complete, the group remained frozen in position, covered in the various fluids discharged during the orgasms. The familiar taste of Trish lined Mark's frozen mouth with his lips still on her pussy folds. Like her face, they were larger and more inviting. As much as he was enjoying the position, especially with Greta's mouth keeping his cock warm on the other end, Mark wanted to move again. He didn't like the idea of having Ben's cock stuck down Trish's throat. He understood it was part of the game, but the Dare was done. Why couldn't they move?

***

Greta's App chimed and she felt control return. She slid her mouth off of Mark's cock and her pussy out from under Ben's mouth. For the time being, the three remaining participants remained frozen while she completed her turn. It was nerve-wracking waiting around for the transformation. The changes so far were all over the map and she had no idea what to expect.

A sudden feeling urged her to sit down on the couch. She leaned back and felt the strange feeling all over her body. Is that how it started? Based on the other's reactions, she figured there would be a single origin point.

The feeling was dispersed through her body, making it feel lighter. Although her physical body looked the same, it felt different. Her arms floated up and reached out with her fingers fully extended. There they remained fixed in place, light, yet immovable. Her legs moved apart and also froze fully spread. The most powerful feeling of pleasure was focused in one spot, her pussy, and it was constantly wet as if to keep her lubricated 24/7.

With her focus on the feelings below, Greta never noticed her tits had increased a few sizes or how she could no longer move her neck, head, or any part of her body. Her eyes went wide and her lips grew in size to match Trish's plump lips. Her mouth opened wide into a large 'O' and remained that way. Internally, Greta struggled to move any part of her body. Externally, she looked calm and extremely fuckable. She was a sex doll now. After the body transformation was complete, like a volcano erupting, all the feelings dispersed throughout her body shot up to her head. Now it was her thoughts that were being altered to fit her new role. The attraction for women was still there, but her attraction to men tripled. She needed a cock to fill her face and pussy. That was her purpose now. Her always lubricated pussy and plumped lips inviting any and all cocks to satisfy her never ending craving to be used.

***

The first thing Tiffany felt was the fist in her pussy. Dalton was still frozen while Sally remained seated on his cock. She pulled his hand out and pushed it away from her. No need to smell or accidentally get any of her pussy on herself. Throughout the first few rounds, her position had made her viewpoint limited. Now she saw the true chaos the App had caused. Dalton was ass-fucking Sally. Ben had his cock deep down Trish's throat, who looked like she had just stepped out of porn movie. Mark's face was buried deep in her new pussy. No surprises there.

Greta was posed like a sex doll on the couch. Or maybe she now was a sex doll. Finding out the truth scared her. Across the room on the other couch, Elizabeth smiled like nobody was home and Stephanie finally unfroze and pulled her drooling mouth off Elizabeth's tit. Her sister must have been really delighted with that arrangement.

The only person who had nothing going on was Laurence, which seemed suspicious. It was his App after all. The command to obey Dalton could have easily been a distraction from what was truly going on. If there was anyone who knew, it would be him. A better confrontation was needed next intermission if everyone was going to get answers.

Stephanie walked over, taking in everyone else's state as Tiffany had done.

"This is so fucked." Stephanie said. She looked at her sister and nodded as if her own transformation emphasized that point. "How's the body?"

"How do you think?" Tiffany snapped back.

"Well you still look hot. At least you got that."

It wasn't a silver lining. It was luck that she hadn't gotten the worst of the transformation. Her smug sister with her red hair didn't know the half of how shitty it was to be a MILF. Tiffany looked down at her phone and noticed that the Dare button was no longer an option.

"Excuse me, but I wanted dare." Tiffany said.

"And risk me ending up like that. No thanks." Stephanie said.

Tiffany reluctantly selected Transform. How much worse could it realistically get? Her body moved into the default pose and froze in place. She'd have to wait until Stephanie completed her dare before she found out her fate.

***

Stephanie waited impatiently for the phone to tell her the dare. The stupid App was the worst thing she'd ever done, and she couldn't wait to see Dalton beat the shit out of Laurence for forcing it on everyone without saying any of the crazy shit that could happen. Not to mention that she and her sister were technically a lesbian couple now. All in all, it was a bizarre experience she hoped would end soon.

The dare finally popped up.

"Choose your fate." Stephanie read out loud.

The options, listed one by one, were:

1.Porn star

2.Bimbo

3.Robot

4.Sex Doll

5.Milf

Was the dare implying that's what she would become? How could that happen with the Dare button. She thought she'd be spit roasted or be forced to blow every guy in the room. Not another transformation. If she took the list literally, most of the options were obviously horrible picks.

Fearing the game would pick for her, Stephanie picked the only option that sounded reasonable. She clicked on Porn Star and to her shock, the option crossed out as if she were eliminating it from contention.

"No." Stephanie said, trying to un-click Porn Star. It was the only safe option. The rest were drastic changes.

Stephanie gave up in her attempt to deselect her true choice. Now that she knew how it worked, she selected Robot and Sex Doll, eliminating those choices from contention. That left her with MILF and Bimbo. Would she rather lose her age and beauty or her intelligence? She looked at her sister, who didn't look half bad with the MILF transformation. Could she live like that? Stephanie looked over at Elizabeth, who was still smiling and drooling. A true air-head bimbo. Her only thoughts would be how many cock she could satisfy.

In hopes that she could further control her fate before the game was finished, Stephanie clicked Bimbo and eliminated it. If she was going to find away to reverse her transformation, she needed to be able to think of a plan. That just wasn't possible as a cock-loving idiot. The App locked in her answer and she felt the changes happen immediately. Her hair turned bleach-blond and grew a bit longer as her skin became wrinkly. The loosening and tightening of her face indicated she also had a Botox look. Her breasts sagged before being pulled back up in what were obvious implants. The App didn't just make you old, it made you old with work. Something most women would prefer anyway.

Stephanie walked over to the mirror and saw her new face. She was still hot, but now older. Almost like her sister. At least they'd both have something to... Stephanie looked at her frozen sister who was now back to her normal self. Did Stephanie steal her sister's transformation? Her body moved into the default pose and froze in place as the new MILF.

***

Tiffany felt different and it wasn't because she could move again. She felt a snippet of joy seeing her sister as a MILF after she had made fun of Tiffany. But now they were both MILFs. Tiffany lifted her phone and noticed her smooth soft skin. In the reflection of the screen was her gorgeous young face surrounded by cascading red hair. How could that be? Did Stephanie unknowingly switch their transformations? Tiffany wasn't going to question it. It was no longer her burden to carry. Now all she had to worry about was the transformation for the current round. It couldn't be worst than before, and the App didn't seem repetitive.

A feeling that tingled in the back of her mind urged Tiffany to walk over to a small wooden platform with a potted plant on top. She moved the plant to the ground and stood atop the platform. The actions were being performed by her body, but she had no control over them. Off came her clothes, tossed on the floor until she was showing off her birthday suit. Tiffany crossed her legs slightly, put one hand on a breast, one hand on her pussy, tossed her hair back and remained still with a seductive look on her face.

There was nothing preventing her from moving except the App that was controlling her. The same feeling, that she felt when she turned into a MILF once again returned and started in her feet. Although her appearance didn't change externally, internally it felt like her limbs were turning into plastic. The feeling traveled up through her legs and torso and into her arms. As it continued up her neck and into her face, Tiffany finally realized that she was now a statue. Or a mannequin. A sexy piece of art in Laurence's house. Her sightline gave her a direct view of the host in question, frozen in a pose like everyone else. Their eyes locked and to her surprise he winked.

***

Everyone unfroze with conclusion of the second round. Everyone except Tiffany and Greta, who remained in their transformations. Elizabeth remained on the couch laughing at her drool. Sally stood up and off to the side with her arms raised like the robot she was. Mark helped Trish up and took her to the corner to make sure she was okay. The remaining members stormed Laurence. He put his hands up in defense.

"There's only one more round, I promise. That's all I selected when we started."

"I'm going to kick your ass, Larry." Dalton said. "You change Steph back."

Laurence held up his work phone.

"If I push this button, the game ends and everything is permanent. So, stay back."

Everyone kept their distance.

"Now we're going to see how this plays out." Laurence said with a smile.