Aphrodite Addict

          I lost my daughter to Aphrodite. It all happened so suddenly to me. One second, I'm shopping with my teenage daughter when a scarcely-dressed young girl surprised us. She held a bottle in her ridiculously-manicured nails. She insisted that we take it, maintaining a dazed, wide-eyed look on her face. I thought she was on something.

         As my daughter took the bottle, the girl just walked away in ridiculously high heels. When we returned home, my daughter's thoughts returned to that bottle. Then, before I could stop her, she sprayed herself. Her changes were almost immediate. All I could do was stare on, dumbfounded as my child morphed before my eyes. I thought I felt my heart skip a beat when I saw two breasts suddenly grow to massive size on her chest. When it ended, a buxom young lady stood in a tattered shirt where my daughter was moments ago.

         I would eventually learn that it warped her mind as much as it greatly did her body. She became a party girl, going out every single night. I've had many sleepless nights, going out of my mind in fear of my child's safety. When I finally confronted her, she just gave me attitude and then, an obscene gesture. I was livid! She no longer saw me as her mother but as some kind of a bank. Since then, she has been posting photos of herself for the world to see, drinking, flaunting her body, and in bed with men of all kinds. She even had the colossal nerve to steal my credit card to buy more of that Aphrodite.

          As a mother, I offer only a warning: Never let your daughter get ahold of Aphrodite. Once they spray themselves, whether by accident or on purpose, there's no going back. They're sure to become obsessed with maintaining their new appearance and possibly, their new lifestyle, at the expense of your own. I haven't seen my daughter since then, and I wish she hadn't taken that bottle. I should have realized sooner that something was off about that young lady. She turned my daughter into an "Aphrodite Addict".

 

Never Play Pool With Witches

           Have you ever come across a witch who happened to be a pool shark?

          This deluded fool did.

          He was so cocky that he made the mistake of challenging one to a game. He felt he had her pinned until a trick shot from her caught him off guard. Once she had control, she never gave it up. He lost and as a result, lost his manhood too. Not right away, mind you. The changes took place in his sleep; He--She would get a very rude awakening.

         The changes began with his loss of body hair. Next was the shrinking of his body and especially, his muscles. His "most precious' muscle would be the last to go. Then came the flaring of his hips and thickening of his thighs. His hair grew wild and unkempt. Lastly, he would grow some rather ample breasts. They may have been modest, but the cleavage would be anything but. By the time he--rather, she--woke up, nothing of the man would exist any longer. This should serve as a lesson to all men who think too highly of themselves: Never play pool with a witch, especially if they're pool sharks. I should know. I'm the one who defeated him.

Two of Us

            Something had gone horribly wrong.

            I had invented a remote not unlike a TV remote. It would be the thing I needed to steal the...attributes from my attractive school bullies. They had been gifted with bodies that made any boy in school stop and stare. They were all bottle-figured blondes; whereas I was a redhead with a body that wasn't anywhere near as noticeable. They made it a habit to look down on those they found "hideous", notably me. They had tormented me mentally with repetitive put-downs and insults for as long as I can remember. Now, I would get the last laugh.

            If all went as planned, I would have their bottle figures, their big breasts, and their power and influence. There were a dial and a button. The dial would switch between stealing one's attributes and giving them back. The button was to have the remote emit a light to suck or return those attributes. I decided to test it first. I aimed the remote at a picture of a supermodel and turned the dial to "suck". However, when I pushed the button, something went wrong. It had to have been a malfunction. I had electrocuted myself, dropping the remote in the process.

            I don't know how to explain what happened next. The room began spinning. I started stumbling across my room. Something was happening to me, but before I could figure it out, I fell to the floor, halfway unconscious. As I lay on the ground, I felt something coming out of me. I could feel my head slowly stretching. Something was coming out of me. I couldn't scream. My lips were glued shut. My body was either coming apart or splitting in two. It was an awful, nightmarish pain, the kind of pain you got from either a broken arm or leg. When the pain stopped, it felt like I could breathe again. The pain had suddenly vanished. I opened my eyes, but my glasses had fallen off of me when I hit the floor. I tried to go for them, only to feel what I felt was another hand. I turned my head and got the shock of my life. I was looking at an exact copy of myself!

            She lay silent for a while before eventually opening her eyes. I had a look of horror on my face. She was my spitting image. The lone difference between us was that she didn't need glasses. Who was going to believe that I had split in half as if I was "human nucleoli"? Still, my--our attractive school bullies were in for a nasty surprise, now that there are two of us: A super-genius, no-nonsense version of me, and a second, equally intelligent, but more promiscuous version.

 

The Tanners

 

More Than A Secretary

 

Beware of the Latex Blob IV

 

Beware of the Latex Blob III

 

Beware of the Latex Blob II

 

Beware of the Latex Blob

 

Little Girl No More

 

My New Lover

 

Under Her Spell

 

Abducted

 

From Nerd to Naughty

 

Beautiful and Dangerous

 

The Leopard-Printed Monster

 

By Day, By Night

        By day, I was an esteemed professor for a notable public college, but I was also easy to miss. I hardly got any attention except for when somebody bumped into me by accident. If I didn't say anything, you would hardly know I was there. I was THAT unnoticeable. But by night, I was this well-sculpted model.

        She was the object of anyone with a member. Yet nobody knew my secret: ShapeShifter. I never realized what it could do to you, to your body, to your brain. It was given to me by a kindly older man, who said it was "what I needed to spice up my life". I thought he was a real weirdo until I felt the euphoria in my metamorphosis. I can't really explain it. When I use ShapeShifter, it's like another woman is in control of my body. She then reshapes it to her liking and when she's finished, she's off.

        When I return to normal, however, I seem to have these strange visions flash through my mind. A good number of them are quite graphic. When I closed my eyes once, my "other" self was slowly and sexually undressing. I was disgusted. To do something like THAT at my age would kill my career instantly. It was as if she didn't care if she was in the raw...or being watched. 

        My fears of being exposed are somehow washed away after I spray myself with the stuff. I would normally freak out over things like this but I had no memory of doing any of these things. Moreover, I just didn't have it in to do so. I just seemed...indifferent, like I didn't care at all that I was sharing my body with this...this...tart. What's even stranger is...I think I might have *enjoyed* it.

I'm In Love With My Friend's Alter Ego

 

A Brand-New "Alpha"

 

Cursed To Become A Hottie