The Inner Skank-um: May 2021

I first discovered "Alpha" perfume after my first trip to my therapist. I told him about my troubles with my schoolmates. They had relentless labeled me as a pushover and a fatty. I knew I was anything but attractive, but they broadcasted it with every chance they had. As he talked, I couldn't help but notice a bottle of "Alpha" fragrance on his shelf. I asked him about it and he told me that the bottle was given to him by a former patient, grateful for his kindness and advice. He never used it, but he told me what it did: It warped your body to statuesque proportions and fragmented your brain chemistry, creating a split personality of sorts. I thought he was exaggerating but if it meant no longer being teased, I HAD to try it.

When he briefly walked out, I rushed for the bottle, filled to the brim in black, and letting temptation drive me, quickly sprayed myself once. After a minute of nothing, I sprayed myself a few more times. That may have been a mistake because I quickly began tingling all over. My arms and legs couldn't stop shaking. It was so bad, I dropped the bottle. It was a good thing it landed in his chair.

My naturally curly red hair suddenly straightened. Then, black appeared at the roots and rained down my back. I held my hands to my mouth so as to not make a sound as I watched the "monster fat" in my thighs melted away with very audible slurps. I watched in awe as my legs just stretched...and stretched...and stretched until they were like celery stalks. My pale skin suddenly tanned as my waist shrunk in on itself. It was like I was being squeezed like a plush toy. My breasts inflated as if they were balloons to DD-cup size. I would have felt horrified right then by what I did to myself, but for some strange reason, I didn't.

My clothes were too ill-fitting to go unnoticed but something in my head kept me from caring. Something or someone. Stars flashed in my eyes as I felt weak. I lost my footing, falling to the carpet floor as everything went dark.

Some time later, I regained consciousness. I was back in my room. My body had returned to normal but I had been wearing clothes I didn't remember buying, clothes that were now in tatters all over my rotund body. I could remember spraying myself with "Alpha" and the bizarre transformation that followed but nothing after that. I never heard back from my therapist so something must have happened to him. I feared the worst as I wondered how all that was possible.

Mother asked me what happened to me, telling me that I had never came out of the therapist's office. I didn't dare tell my mother of what happened, lest she barrage me with questions I can't answer. All I could do was repeat the words, "I don't remember". Complicating matters further, whenever I closed my eyes, I kept seeing these strange visions where this other woman, this statuesque thing of beauty that I turned into, doing dirty things with my therapist. Two had me...her seemingly being poked by him.

Some were REALLY bad; One had her licking his member like it was a... foot-long lollipop.

In another, she appeared to be pushing up and down.

She was twisted; She appeared to be enjoying herself by getting off of his private parts.

I didn't know what to make of any of this. All I knew was that I HAD to try that "Alpha" fragrance again. Why? Believe it or not, I actually wanted to. I wanted to...no, NEEDED to know what it's like to be so attractive, so irresistible, so...sexy. I can't explain it but I had to feel that way again, to have no inhibitions about such dirty actions, to be a unabashed tart, to be...an "Alpha".