Buddy to Slut (TG Story) - Chapter 4

Buddy to Slut (TG Story)

By FemmeForge

Eric thought his brilliant but unhinged buddy Dexter was working on some harmless experiment to “make him a real man.” Bigger cock, taller frame, unstoppable sex drive — what loser wouldn’t want that? But when Dexter lures him into the chamber for Project Venus, Eric’s world collapses. The gas doesn’t make him stronger — it melts, twists, and reshapes him into Eva: a dripping, cock-hungry bombshell with massive tits, thick thighs, and a pussy built to be bred.

What begins as betrayal spirals into depravity as Dexter gloats, taunts, and finally claims his newly transformed friend. Cum, moans, and humiliation blur together in the lab as Eric dies and Eva is born — a slutty masterpiece who craves exactly what she was turned into.

A day neither of them will ever forget: when best friends became creator and cockslut.

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Chapter 4

She clawed at her hair, tits jiggling violently as her back arched, hips grinding unconsciously against the wall. Her sobbing voice cracked, dripping filth even as tears streamed down her glowing cheeks.

“Ffffuckkkkkk! I-I can’t stop it, Dexterrrrrr! It’s all cocks—ahhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnn—in my head, big, fat, dripping cockssssss!”

Her dainty hands shot to her tits, squeezing them together hard, nipples stabbing through her palms. “Ohhhhhh Goddddddd, I keep seeing them slapping against my tits, spraying me downnnnnn! Covering this stupid pornstar face with cum until I can’t even breatheeeeee!”

Her pussy clenched, damp lace riding higher, cleft stamped so deep the outline looked obscene. Her moans poured out louder, rawer, betraying her horror. “Ohhhhhhh noooooo! I’m imagining bending over—nnnnnghhhhhhhnnnnnnn—begging for a cock to split my pussy wideeeee~!”

She fell to her knees, tits bouncing like pendulums, fat ass clapping as it hit her thighs. Her swollen lips trembled as more filth spilled without mercy. “Breeding meeeeee! I can’t stop thinking about men pumping their cum inside meeeeeee! Filling me, stretching me, fucking me like I’m nothing but a dripping whoreeeeeee~!”

Her nails dug into her thighs, leaving red streaks on her smooth flesh, but the words kept coming. “Ohhhhh fuckkkkkkk, I can see it—I can feel ittttt! Thick dicks in every hole, my pussy dripping, my ass clapping, my tits bouncing—ohhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnn yesssssssssss!”

Her howl turned primal, slutty, echoing through the lab as she collapsed forward, tits spreading against the cold floor, her hips jerking as her pussy twitched against the lace.

“I’m just a hole nowwwww! A hot, wet hole made for cockkkkkkkk!”

Her sobs blurred into moans, her confessions spilling filthier and filthier, her body trembling under the weight of her new cravings.

Her dainty hands clawed at the floor, tits wobbling beneath her as she thrashed, fat ass rising high behind her like she was already offering herself. Her sobs cracked into screams, and those screams cracked into filth.

“Ffffuuuuckkkkk! I-I can see themmmmmm!” she wailed, hips jerking forward against the floor, pussy grinding through the soaked lace. “My old buddies—ahhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnn—the guys who used to laugh at meeee! I’m picturing them… lining up, pulling their cocks out, shoving them in my mouth, my pussy, my ass all at onceeeee~!”

Her moan broke sharp, high and slutty, echoing off the lab walls.

“Nnnnnnooooooo! I don’t wanna imagine thiiiiisssssss!” she sobbed, but her body kept moving, grinding harder, tits dragging wetly on the floor. “But I see it—I see my boss bending me over his desk, cock splitting me open while he calls me his dirty little whoreeeee~!”

Her eyes rolled back, lashes trembling as more filth spilled out, uncontrolled. “The neighborsssss! Ohhh God, I can picture them already—lining up outside my doooor! Taking turns breeding me, stuffing me, filling every hole while I moannnnnnnnn like a bitch in heattttttt~!”

Her scream cracked again, tits bouncing heavy as she clawed at them, squeezing the flesh so hard her knuckles whitened. “And the worstttttt—ohhhhhhhhnnnnnnnn—is I can feel myself begging for itttttttt! On my knees, hands on their thighs, mouth open, drooling, begging them to cum down my throaaaaaat!”

Her sobs turned into moans, her moans into wails, her wails into cries so filthy they could never be mistaken for anything but lust.

“I’m gonna be a toy! A cumdump! Every man I know is gonna bend me over, spray me, use me—ohhhhhhhhh yesssssssssss! Breed me, stuff me, break meeeeee!”

Her howl hit the ceiling, body jerking against the floor like she was already in the act, confessions pouring like a flood she could never shut off.

Her nails screeched against the floor as she writhed, tits squashed beneath her chest, ass thrust high like an animal begging to be mounted. Her voice shredded itself raw, each scream twisting into a moan that rang shrill, slutty, obscene.

“Ffffuuuuuuckkkkkkk! I-I can’t stop itttttttt!” she howled, her ruined panties riding so high they vanished into her crack, cleft carved sharp against the fabric. “Every man I’ve ever known, every one of them—I’m begging them in my head, begging them to use meeeeee~!”

She slammed a fist against her thigh, but the jiggle it made only made her sob harder. “Ohhhh Godddddddddd, I see it—I see them not just breeding me but—ahhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnghhhhhh~—passing me around like a fucking toy! A free-use whore, a public hole!”

Her words spilled faster, filthier, slipping past her swollen lips before her mind could stop them. “Crowds of them, strangers, men I don’t even know—cocks everywhere, grabbing my hair, stuffing my mouth, spraying my face, pounding my pussy until I can’t even standdddd~!”

Her voice cracked high, shrill, slutty: “And—ohhhh fuckkkkkkkk, noooooooo—nnnnnnghhhhhhnnnnn—even dogs, Dexterrrrrr! I’m picturing fucking men mounting meeee! Howling while they knot my dripping pussyyyyyyy!”

The instant the words left her mouth, her eyes snapped wide, horrified, tears blurring everything. “N-nooooooo! Ohhhh fuuuuuuckkkkkk, I didn’t mean thatttttt! I-I don’t want thatttttt~!”

She collapsed forward, sobbing into the floor, tits flattening, ass quivering high, her voice a broken mixture of moans and panicked denial. “What’s happening to meeeeeee?! Why am I saying this shiiiiittttttttt?!”

Her own filth disgusted her, but her body only shuddered harder, pussy throbbing so violently the wetness soaked through the lace onto the floor beneath her.

Her body quaked on the floor, tits mashed flat beneath her, ass thrust up high and wobbling with every sob. The air reeked of sweat and sex, her ruined panties soaked through where her pussy pulsed, leaving dark stains on the concrete. Her swollen lips trembled against the floor as the words she had just screamed echoed back in her head. She sobbed louder, choking on her own voice.

That was when Dexter finally leaned in.

His boots clicked against the lab tiles, slow and deliberate, until he crouched over her trembling form. His goggles gleamed as he looked down, watching her shudder, her pussy outlined and dripping, her tits dragging lewdly beneath her. His grin stretched sharp, cruel, triumphant.

“Do you hear yourself?” he rasped, his voice steady, calm, smug. “Those weren’t my words. They were yours. That filth, that craving, that depravity—you just admitted it out loud.”

She shook her head violently, damp hair slapping her tear-streaked cheeks. “N-nooooooo! I didn’t—ahhhhhnnnnn—I didn’t mean itttttttt~!”

Dexter chuckled, low and cutting. “But you did. You thought it. You felt it. And you screamed it like it was gospel. You’d never even imagine something like that as a man. But now?” He dragged his gloved finger slowly down the air above her trembling spine, as if tracing every new curve. “Now your brain is rewired. Now you’re a slut so complete you can’t even hide your filthiest cravings from yourself.”

Her sob cracked into a howl, slutty and broken. “N-nooooooo! Stopppppppp!”

Dexter leaned in closer, whispering sharp into her ear. “You’re not a man who lost something. You’re a woman who’s been remade. Everything inside you—the tits, the pussy, the hormones, the brain—they all scream the same thing: cock. And now, even your darkest, dirtiest fantasies prove it.”

She sobbed harder, dainty fists pounding weakly against the floor, her fat ass quivering high, her pussy dripping against the ruined lace.

Dexter’s grin spread wider, voice curling smug. “Eric is dead. What’s left is mine—a hot, dripping, cock-hungry whore. And the best part? You proved it yourself.”

She slammed her dainty fists against the floor, tits wobbling violently under her, nipples dragging sharp against the concrete through the shredded cloth. Her voice came ragged, broken by moans she couldn’t stop, but the rage still burned hot in it.

“You… you fucking bastard~!” she screamed, hair plastered to her wet face. “You ruined me! I was supposed to be the one with the big cock! I was supposed to be the one fucking women, bending them over, making them moan!”

Her sob cracked into a shrill moan, but she pushed through it, slamming her fists again until her fat ass quivered behind her like a signal. “Not this! Not the other fucking end of it! Not some bitch with a pussy begging for cockkkkkkk!”

Dexter crouched lower, close enough to see the spit glistening on her pouty lips, the tears rolling down her cheeks, the cleavage shaking with every heave of her chest. His grin spread wide, voice cold and final.

“You keep saying Eric.” He tilted his head, goggles glinting. “Eric’s gone. Eric was a joke. A loser. A nobody. But this—” his hand gestured over her obscene curves, her dripping pussy outlined against lace — “this is Eva.”

Her eyes widened, pupils blown, lips trembling. “N-noooooo! Don’t call me thaaaaat!”

Dexter’s grin split into a laugh, sharp and triumphant. “Eva. That’s who you are now. A hot, fertile, cock-drunk bitch named Eva. Not a man. Not a buddy. My masterpiece.”

Her howl split the air, a broken, shrill wail that melted halfway into a moan. “I’m not her! I’m not Evaaaaaaaa~!”

But her tits still jiggled, her pussy still throbbed, her body still screamed exactly what he’d just named her.

She shook her head violently, damp strands of hair flying, tits wobbling so hard they slapped together. Her pouty lips quivered, spit trailing down her chin as she screamed through sobs.

“I’m not—ahhhhhhnnnnnn! I’m not Evaaaaaaa!” she wailed, her voice shattering high and slutty, echoing like a porn actress mid-climax. Her dainty hands clutched her tits, squeezing them tight, but the moans still spilled out.

She pressed her thighs together, pussy throbbing against the soaked lace, the wet outline shameless. Her voice cracked again, desperate. “I-I’m not her, I’m not thissss! I’m supposed to be a man! Supposed to be strong, supposed to fuck womennnnnnn!”

But then her head fell back, eyes rolling, a sob dissolving into a long, slutty moan. “Ohhhhhhh Goddddddddd! But I-I never felt this hot beforeeee! Never this horny, never this wetttttttt~!”

Her dainty hands slipped down her bare midriff, trembling, pressing against her soaked panties. The heat made her hips jerk, her back arch, tits bouncing wildly. “Wh-why does it feel soooooo goooood? I never—nnnnnnnnnghhhhhhhhnnnnn—never felt like this as a mannnnnn~!”

Her sobs blurred with moans, a single stream of sound that betrayed her even as she shook her head. “I don’t wanna be Evaaaaaa! But ffffuuuuuuuckkkkk, I can’t stop feeling itttttttt! I can’t stop being horny in this bodyyyyyy~!”

Every denial melted into louder, wetter moans, her body already proving the name fit, even as her mind still fought it.

Her hands pressed harder against her ruined panties, feeling the wet fabric mold to every swollen curve of her cleft. Her fat tits bounced heavy as she writhed, nipples stabbing through cotton, every breath spilling as a filthy moan.

“N-nooooooo! I-I don’t wanna say ittttttttt!” she sobbed, head shaking wildly, tears spraying from her lashes. “I don’t wanna admit ittttttt~!”

Her hips jerked forward, grinding against her own hand, her fat ass quivering lewdly behind her. Her swollen lips trembled, spit dangling from them as the truth cracked through her.

“B-but ffffuuuuckkkkkkkk!” she screamed, the word splitting into a shrill, pornographic wail. “I’ve never—ohhhhhhh Goddddddd—never been this horny in my whole fucking lifeeeeee~!”

She clawed at her tits, squishing the heavy flesh together, nipples poking through her fingers. Her moans grew louder, higher, filthier. “As a man, I-I was pathetic, I was nothingggggg~! I never felt hot, never felt this wet, never felt this alive~!”

Her back arched, belly tight, sweat dripping down her midriff as her body trembled. “I’m hornier nowwwww! Hornier than I ever was with a dickkkkkk!”

The last words tore out of her like a scream, raw and slutty, echoing through the lab as if sealing her confession in stone. She collapsed onto her side, tits spilling obscenely against the floor, her ruined panties riding so high the outline of her pussy was undeniable.

She sobbed through a moan, eyes wide in horror at herself. “Ohhhh Goddddddd! I said itttttttt! I fucking admitted itttttttt~!”

She clutched her tits, squeezing them until her arms shook, sweat rolling down her flushed face. Her pouty lips quivered, swollen and wet, words slipping out between sobs and filthy moans.

“I… I was never satisfiedddddd!” she wailed, her voice sharp and shrill, cracking high like a pornstar squeal. “As a man, I was nothinggggg! Weak, small, broke, fucking uselessssss~!”

Her thighs pressed together, pussy pulsing through the ruined lace, making her hips twitch uncontrollably. “I barely even got hardddddd! Half the time I couldn’t keep it up—ohhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk!”

She slammed a dainty fist against the floor, tits slapping together from the motion, nipples stiff and poking like daggers. “Women never wanted meeee~! They laughed, they ignored me, they wouldn’t even look at meeee~!”

Her eyes rolled back, lashes trembling, voice spilling filthier confessions she couldn’t stop. “And when I did get some—nnnnnnnghhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnn—it was pathetic! Quick, weak, over before it even startedddddd! I was never good enough, never big enough, never man enoughhhhhh~!”

She clawed down her bare midriff, fingers trembling as they pressed into her damp, twitching slit. Her scream cracked into a wet moan, slutty and sharp. “Now I’m drippinggggg! Now I can’t stop moaningggg! This pussy feels more alive than my cock ever didddddd~!”

Her howl shook the walls, a confession drenched in despair and lust: “I was a loser as a mannnnnn! A nobodyyyy! And now I’m a hot, wet, cock-starved bitchhhhhh~!”

The words hit her like a blade, and she collapsed again, sobbing into her own arms, but her body betrayed her—hips jerking, tits swaying, pussy soaking the floor beneath her.

Her nails dug into the floor, scraping lines as her body writhed, tits dragging wetly beneath her, ass swaying high behind her like a beacon. Her face pressed against the cold tile, swollen lips trembling, spit pooling beneath her chin.

Her voice broke into ragged confessions, each one filthier and more humiliating than the last.

“My cock… ohhhh fffffuckkkkkkk! It was never bigggggg!” she screamed, tits slapping together as she arched her back. “It was small—patheticccc! Just a soft, useless little nubbbb!”

Her dainty hands slid down her belly, trembling, pressing hard against the soaked lace stretched over her pussy. She moaned sharp, high, broken. “Four inches on a good dayyyyyy! That’s all I ever hadddddd! A tiny, limp stick that women laughed at if they even bothered to see itttttt~!”

Her sob cracked into a squeal, her fat ass wobbling as she pounded her fist against the floor. “I couldn’t please anyone! Couldn’t last a minute, couldn’t make them moan, couldn’t make them cum—ohhhhh Godddddddd~!”

Her words sped faster, hotter, tumbling out uncontrollably. “Every time I pulled it out, I prayed they wouldn’t laughhhhhh! But they did—they all did! Pathetic Eric, the weakling, the loser with the baby dickkkkkk!”

Her scream rose into a pornographic wail as she collapsed flat, tits spreading under her, pussy squishing against the ruined lace. “And nowwwwwww!” she howled, hips bucking, thighs trembling. “Now I’ve got no cock at allllllll! Just a wet, dripping pussyyyyyy begging for more than I ever could giveeeeeee~!”

The sound that tore from her throat next wasn’t a scream, wasn’t a sob—it was a howl, sharp, slutty, echoing through the lab like she’d confessed her soul’s last secret.

Eva lay sprawled on the cold floor, tits flattened beneath her chest, fat ass wobbling high in the air, pussy stamped wet through lace that had no right still clinging to her. Her sobs were broken, shattered into slutty moans, every word of her own humiliation hanging in the air like smoke.

Dexter stepped closer, boots echoing, crouching beside her trembling form. He tilted his head, goggles gleaming as his grin split wide.

Then he laughed. Low at first, then louder, sharper, until it rang cruelly through the lab.

“Hhhhhhahhhahahahahahaha! That’s it!” he barked, slapping his gloved hand against his knee. “There it is! The truth I always knew!” He jabbed a finger at her, gesturing to her fat, dripping outline, to the obscene tits wobbling against the floor.

“You cried about your little cock, about how useless it was—and you were right! Four inches of nothing! Pathetic! Worthless!” He sneered, his laugh breaking into a harsh rasp. “You couldn’t please anyone with it. Couldn’t make a woman cum. Couldn’t even make yourself feel alive!”

Eva sobbed harder, but the sobs cracked into moans, high and slutty, betraying her.

Dexter leaned down close, his voice sharp and triumphant. “So I did you a favor. I ripped that useless nub off you. And in its place?” He gestured slow, deliberate, at the soaked, twitching cleft stamped into her ruined panties. “I gave you something infinitely more useful. A hot, wet cunt. A dripping, throbbing hole begging to be filled. That, Eva—” he hissed her new name— “is worth a thousand times more than the sad excuse you called a cock.”

He laughed again, harder, crueler, his voice booming. “I replaced your little failure with perfection. I turned you into a masterpiece. A cock-magnet. A breeding bitch. And you can’t deny it—your moans already prove me right.”

Eva’s howl ripped from her throat, raw and broken, half sob and half orgasmic moan, echoing against the steel walls of the lab.

Dexter crouched lower, close enough that his shadow loomed over her trembling form. Eva’s tits dragged heavy on the floor, her fat ass swaying behind her, the outline of her soaked pussy pulsing against the ruined lace. Every moan out of her swollen lips sounded like proof of what he was about to say.

He grinned, voice curling smug and sharp. “You think you lost something? You didn’t lose a thing. You traded up.”

Her tear-soaked eyes flicked to him, horrified, but her body betrayed her—her hips twitched, thighs pressing together as another slutty moan spilled out.

Dexter tilted his head, his tone cruel and triumphant. “That little cock of yours? Nobody noticed it. Nobody wanted it. Nobody remembered it. You were invisible. Forgettable.” He laughed, hard and bitter. “But this pussy? This fat, dripping slit between your thighs? It’ll make sure no one ever ignores you again.”

Eva sobbed, shaking her head, tits wobbling lewdly beneath her. “N-nooooo! Don’t say thaaaaat!”

He leaned in closer, voice dropping into a whisper meant to cut. “Men will stare. They won’t be able to help themselves. That ass, those tits, that pussy—every curve screams for them. And you’ll feel it too. Their eyes crawling over you. Their hands grabbing you. Their cocks aching for you.”

Her sob cracked into a high, slutty wail, hips jerking again against the floor.

Dexter chuckled low, cruel. “Your useless dick never gave you power, never gave you pleasure, never gave you anything. But this pussy? It’ll get you all the attention, all the use, all the pleasure you could never dream of before. It’s a magnet, Eva. And you? You’re already throbbing for it.”

He leaned so close his breath fogged her damp cheek, his final words a hiss of victory. “That hole between your legs will do more for you in one night than your cock ever could in a lifetime.”

Eva’s howl that followed was guttural, broken, pornographic, her entire body shaking as the truth slammed into her—her sobs blurring with moans she couldn’t hold back.

Eva slumped back against the cold wall, her chest heaving, tits bouncing heavy with every ragged breath. Her dainty hands slid trembling down her damp cheeks, across her neck, and lower—hesitant at first, then drawn like magnets to the curves she couldn’t deny.

Her fingers traced the swell of her breasts, squeezing lightly at the fat mounds that wobbled in her palms. Her nipples stabbed stiff through the ruined cotton, sending jolts down her spine that made her moan. “Ffffuckkkkkk… they’re so bigggggg… so heavyyyyy…” she gasped, almost in disbelief.

Her hands drifted lower, sliding over her bare midriff, the skin slick with sweat, smooth and tight in a way it had never been before. She whimpered, her swollen lips parting as her fingers caressed the narrow waist and flared hips, the perfect hourglass carved into her frame. “I-it’s… it’s so curvyyyyy… so fucking sexyyyyy…”

Her thighs pressed together, her ass shifting lewdly beneath her, the outline of her cleft twitching against the soaked lace. Her breath hitched, voice cracking. “Ohhhh Goddddd… this body… it’s… it’s hotter than anything I ever wassssss…”

Her eyes squeezed shut as she shook her head, but the words spilled anyway, filthy and broken. “M-my pussy… ohhhhhhhnnnnnn… my pussy is so much sexier than that little dick I had! It drips, it throbs, it feels aliveeeeeee~!”

Her dainty fingers trembled lower, hovering just above the fabric stretched taut across her swollen cleft, tracing the wet seam through the lace. She moaned sharp, high, raw, her voice shaking with despair and heat. “I-I can’t believe it… but it’s trueeeee… this body’s a thousand times hotter than that loser body I was stuck in!”

Her sob turned into a guttural, slutty wail, echoing through the lab as her hands roved over herself, torn between denial and awe, humiliation and lust.

Eva’s dainty hands dug into the soft weight of her tits, clutching them tight as if holding them in place would somehow make them less obscene. Her swollen nipples poked hot against her palms, every squeeze forcing her to let out another sharp, slutty gasp.

Her head tipped back, damp hair clinging to her flushed cheeks, tears still streaking down her face. Through sobs, her voice cracked out, high and filthy:

“Ffffuckkkkkkk! I hate thissss! I hate what you did to meeee!” She squeezed harder, tits spilling through her fingers, wobbling heavy. “You’re a bastard, Dexter! A real fucking dick for turning me into thisssss!”

She gasped, shuddering, her thighs rubbing wetly together as the outline of her pussy pulsed against the ruined lace. Her pouty lips trembled, and the next words spilled out against her will, broken by moans.

“B-but… ohhhhhhh Goddddddd… you’re rightttttt…”

Her eyes went wide even as more tears fell, but she couldn’t stop, couldn’t hold it back. She pawed at her tits harder, nipples stiff and throbbing in her grip. “This… this body’s hotttttt! Way hotter than I ever was as a mannnnnn! I’ve never felt this alive, this sexy, this fucking hornyyyyyy~!”

Her sob turned into a guttural moan, shaking her whole body. She pounded a weak fist against the wall, tits wobbling madly with the motion. “You’re still a bastard, Dexterrrr! Still a piece of shit for doing this to meeeeee! But… fffuuuuuuuckkkkkk… you had a pointttttt!”

The admission hung in the air, torn from her by her own moaning, slutty voice. She shook, clutching her tits tighter, hating him, hating herself, but unable to deny the heat coursing through her new body.

Eva pressed her palms to the wall, trembling as she forced herself upright. Every motion was obscene: her tits swung low and heavy, slapping against her ribs before settling into a deep, sweaty valley; her ass quivered with every shift of her hips; her ruined panties clung like a second skin, pussy stamped bold and wet against the lace.

She leaned back once she was standing, arching instinctively under the weight of her chest, her hourglass shape exaggerated by the posture. One dainty hand stayed on her tits, squeezing them together in disbelief, while the other traced down her bare midriff to the curve of her hip.

Her swollen lips parted, voice spilling high, slutty, and ragged. “Y-you’re still a bastard, Dexterrrr! Still the worst fucking friend alive for doing thissssss!” She moaned as her own fingers brushed the cleft between her thighs, her hips twitching in betrayal.

Her eyes, wide and wet, locked on him with equal parts fury and awe. “T-taking away your buddy’s dickkkkk~?! You don’t just do that, you psycho!” Her tits bounced in her grip as she shook them, as if presenting the proof. “You don’t just erase a man and replace him with—nnnnghhhhhhnnnnn—this!”

Her dainty hand slid down to her belly again, tracing the smooth skin as her sob cracked into a filthy moan. She shook her head, teeth gritted, but the words still came.

“But… fuckkkkkkkkkk…” She squeezed her tits harder, nipples stabbing through her fingers. “I can’t deny it. I’m… I’m so much hotter like thissssss! Hotter than I ever was as Eric. My loser body never looked, never felt like thissss~!”

Her moan echoed off the walls, her body trembling as she clutched herself, berating him with one breath and gasping in awe with the next. “You’re still a dick for what you did—but damnnnnnnnnn… I’m a fucking wetdream nowwwww!”

Eva stood trembling, her tits wobbling in her grip, her voice raw from moans and sobs as she spat her contradiction into the air. Her chest heaved, her pussy pulsed, and the admission hung there like smoke.

Dexter threw his head back and howled. The sound filled the lab, harsh and manic, bouncing off steel walls until it sounded like the whole room was laughing with him. He doubled over, slapping his thigh through his lab coat, gasping between cackles.

“Hhhahahahahahahaha!” His goggles gleamed as he pointed straight at her, voice cracking with joy. “Do you even hear yourself, Eva?! ‘You’re a bastard, Dexter! You ruined me!’—and then two seconds later—‘But fuuuuuuck I’m so much hotter like this!’”

Eva’s face burned crimson, lips trembling, tits bouncing as she hugged them tighter. “Sh-shut uppppppp~!”

He crouched, grinning wide, his voice curling into a mock-friendliness, like a buddy ribbing her at a bar. “C’monnnnn~! Admit it. You’d never call your old body hot. You’d never call Eric a wetdream. But this?” His hand waved lazily over her trembling curves, her wobbling ass, her soaked slit. “This you can’t stop staring at. This you can’t stop moaning over.”

Eva whimpered, shaking her head violently, but her hips twitched forward, betraying her.

Dexter chuckled again, low and smug. “You can hate me all you want, call me every name in the book. But you already said it yourself—you’re hotter now. Sexier. Hornier. Better.” He leaned in close, his grin wide, voice dropping into a friendly sneer. “I didn’t ruin you, Eva. I upgraded you.”

Her sob cracked into another long, slutty moan, tits spilling through her arms as she tried to deny it. “Ffffffuckkkkkkkk! Shut up, Dexterrrrrr!”

He just laughed again, sharp and cruel, but dripping with smug satisfaction. “Face it, buddy. Or should I say—bestie. You’re my hot little bestie now. And you’re loving it.”

Eva hugged herself tight, tits spilling through her arms, lips quivering as she shook her head. Her pussy pulsed through the ruined lace, soaking darker with every twitch of her hips.

Dexter leaned back on his haunches, wiping a fake tear from beneath his goggles as his laughter slowed into a smug grin. “Oh, this is rich. You know, you always bitched about being invisible. About no one looking at you. And now?” He swept his gloved hand over her curves, dramatic, like he was showing off a new car. “Now you’re a walking fucking billboard. ‘Look at me! Big tits! Fat ass! Free sample between the thighs!’”

Eva whimpered, stomping her dainty foot, but the motion only made her ass clap lewdly behind her. “Sh-shut upppppppp~!”

Dexter tilted his head, voice curling into friendly mockery. “Man, if only the guys could see you now. The same loser they laughed at, the one with the baby dick… now the hottest slut in the room.” He chuckled, cruel but casual, as if sharing a joke between friends. “You used to dream about fucking women. Now every guy you know is gonna dream about fucking you.”

Her eyes went wide, tears brimming, but the moan that followed betrayed her. “N-nooooooo! D-don’t say thaaaaaat!”

Dexter just shrugged, grin widening. “Hey, look on the bright side. We’re still friends, right? Only difference is now…” He leaned in closer, lowering his voice to a playful sneer. “…we can be friends with benefits.”

Eva gasped, her tits bouncing violently as she slapped her hands over her ears. “You bastardttttttt! Don’t—don’t joke about thatttttt!”

Dexter laughed harder, throwing his head back. “Oh, come on! You’re practically built for it now. Look at those tits wobble! Look at that fat ass clap when you stomp your little foot! You’re a pornstar body stuffed into my loser buddy’s skin. And the best part?” He wagged a finger at her, sing-song. “You know I’m right.”

Her howl split the air, half sob and half moan, as she collapsed to her knees again, tits bouncing and ass quivering, the humiliation cutting deeper with every joke he made.

Eva’s head snapped up, damp hair whipping across her flushed face. Her pouty lips trembled, spit glistening at the corner of her mouth as she bared her teeth. Her dainty fists pounded the floor, tits bouncing wildly with every strike, her ass quaking behind her like it was mocking her rage.

“Y-you sick fuckkkkkk~!” she shrieked, her voice cracking high, girlish, filthy. “How could you even say thattttttt? ‘Friends with benefits’?! I was your buddy! Your best friend! Not—ahhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnghhhhhhnnnnnnn—not your hot little fucktoy!”

She squeezed her tits hard, trying to cover them, but the flesh only spilled between her arms, nipples stabbing stiff through the damp cloth. Her sobs rattled out, but each one turned wet and slutty at the end.

“D-damn you, Dexterrrr~! This isn’t funny! This isn’t banter! Y-you stole my dick, stole my manhood, stole me—ahhhhhhhhhhh Godddddddddd~!” Her back arched, tits swinging free as she clutched at them harder, every word betraying itself with a moan.

She slammed her palms over her face, tears squeezing out between her fingers. “And now you’re fucking joking about fucking meeeeee?! What the fuckkkkkkkk?! I-I hate youuuuuuuuu~!”

But her hips twitched against the floor as she wailed, her pussy pulsing shamelessly against the ruined lace, dampness spreading wider with every sob. Her body shivered, every denial cut short by the sluttiest moans she’d ever made in her life.

Her voice broke one more time, shrill and raw: “I-I’m not your benefits, Dexterrrrrrrr! I’m notttttttttttttttt!”

But the way her tits bounced, the way her pussy outlined and dripped, the way her moans echoed—it was the hottest contradiction Dexter could have asked for.

Eva slammed her fists against the floor again and again, the sound echoing sharp through the lab. But every strike made her tits bounce lewdly, heavy mounds slapping together, nipples cutting through the fabric like spears. Her fat ass wobbled shamelessly with each movement, cheeks clapping as if mocking her rage.

“Y-you’re disgustingggggg!” she shrieked, voice raw, shrill, trembling with tears. “I’m not your slutttttt! I’m not your benefits, I’m not your toy, I’m not—ahhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnghhhhhhnnnnnnn~!”

The moan cracked her sentence in half, high and filthy, shaking her whole body. She slapped her palms over her mouth, eyes wide in horror—but the sound still leaked out, muffled and pornographic, dripping between sobs.

She tried again, screaming into her hands. “I-I hate this! I hate you! I hate this bodyyyyyy!” Her hips bucked forward, pussy squishing wetly against the ruined lace. “I’m not hot! I’m not sexy! I’m notttttttttttttt—ohhhhhhhhhhh fffffffuckkkkkkkk!”

Her dainty fingers curled against the floor, nails scratching as her back arched, forcing her tits to dangle heavy and obscene beneath her. “I’m not… ahhhhhhhnnnnnnn… I’m not your whoreeeeeee!” she cried, but the word “whore” left her lips like a moan, dripping, slutty, almost a plea.

Her thighs rubbed together, her pussy outlined and throbbing. She sobbed harder, voice shattering into fragments. “I… I… I’m not… ohhhhh Goddddddd… I’m notttttttt—nnnnnnghhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnn!”

Each denial collapsed faster than the last, until what left her mouth wasn’t fury anymore but raw, pornographic moaning. The words tangled, blurred, her brain screaming “no” while her new body howled “yes.”

Eva’s howl rang through the lab, broken and filthy, as if her very voice couldn’t decide whether it was protesting or begging.

Her dainty hands clawed at her tits, dragging them up before letting them drop heavy, obscene, sweat-slick mounds bouncing against her chest. Her pouty lips trembled, swollen and wet, every sob turning into a filthy whine.

“I-I’m not hot… I’m not sexy… I’m not your slutttttt!” she wailed, tits wobbling with every shake of her head. “I’m nottttttttt—ahhhhhhhhhhh Godddddddddd!”

Her thighs rubbed together, pussy stamping darker and wetter against the ruined lace. The words kept spilling, contradictions tangling until her moans betrayed the truth.

Then, her eyes squeezed shut, tears streaking down her flushed face as something worse slipped from her lips.

“If… if this had happened to youuuuu, Dexterrrrrr!” she cried, her voice breaking into a pornographic moan halfway through his name. “If you’d turned into a busty, big-booty, hot, horny ginger—” her hips jerked, pussy pulsing as the thought burned in her brain “—I… I would’ve been aroused as a man toooooooo!”

Her howl turned into a shriek, then into a slutty squeal as she clutched her tits harder, nipples stabbing against her palms. “Ffffuckkkkkkkk! I would’ve wanted to fuck you tooooooo! Even back thennnnnnnn~!”

Her dainty body quaked, every curve bouncing, every moan cutting through the lab like a confession too filthy to take back.

Eva froze, her own words still echoing in the sterile lab air, her tits heaving in her trembling hands, her pussy twitching audibly against the ruined lace. Her swollen lips trembled, spit shining at the corner of her mouth as her eyes went wide in horror at what she’d just blurted.

That’s when Dexter’s laughter cracked like a whip.

“Hhhhhhahhahahahahaha! Oh my God, Eva!” He slapped his gloved hand against his thigh, almost wheezing. “Do you even hear yourself? You just admitted you’d want me either way! As a man, as a woman—doesn’t matter! You’d still be hot for me!”

Eva shook her head violently, tits wobbling madly, her moans spilling between sobs. “N-noooooooo! I didn’t—I didn’t mean itttttttt!”

Dexter crouched low, his grin spreading vicious under his goggles. “Oh, but you said it. Out loud. If I’d been turned into some big-tittied, fat-ass ginger slut, you’d have been drooling just like you are right now.” He leaned closer, his voice curling into a taunting whisper. “Face it, Eva. You’ve always wanted me in some form. Always.”

She slapped her dainty palms over her ears, shaking, but her body betrayed her: her hips jerked forward, pussy squishing wetter against the lace, her sobs melting into louder moans.

Dexter chuckled, sharp and smug. “You’re not just my masterpiece, Eva. You’re my admirer. You’ve always been hot for me. You just finally became honest enough—and horny enough—to admit it.”

Her howl split the air, raw, broken, humiliating, her tits bouncing violently as she screamed: “N-noooooooo! Don’t say thaaaaat! I hate youuuuuuuu!”

But her pussy throbbed harder at the words, soaking through the lace, proving him right.

Eva clutched her tits so hard her arms shook, fat flesh spilling through her dainty fingers, nipples stabbing against her palms as she sobbed. Her ruined panties clung tighter, pussy pulsing, wetter with every ragged breath. Her swollen lips trembled as she tried to spit out denials, but every sound came out moaned and slutty.

Dexter, crouched before her, tilted his head like he was pondering a math problem. Then he chuckled low, smug.

“You know…” he said slowly, voice curling with amusement, “the way you’re drooling, moaning, staring at me—it makes me think. Maybe one day I will put myself in the machine.” He leaned in, goggles flashing as his grin widened. “Crank it up, step inside, and walk out a big-tittied, fat-ass, ginger slut with an hourglass waist, dripping and begging, just like you.”

Eva’s eyes went wide, pupils trembling, tears rolling as her dainty hands froze on her tits. “N-nooooooo! Don’t—you can’t—ahhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnn!” The moan broke sharp, almost hungry.

Dexter laughed, low and filthy, waving her off like it was just a casual idea. “Relax, Eva. Not today. I’ve already got the hottest test subject alive right in front of me. Watching my loser buddy transform into this—” he gestured at her wobbling tits, her quivering ass, her soaked pussy clinging to lace “—is too fucking hot to pass up.”

He leaned closer, voice curling in a taunt. “Why would I need to be a horny slut myself, when I’ve got you?”

Eva’s howl split the air, shrill and pornographic, her body quaking as if every word he said sank deeper into her skin.

Eva’s back arched against the wall, tits wobbling heavy in her grip, nipples aching stiff against her palms. Her swollen lips quivered, her moans spilling louder with every breath. The thought of Dexter in the chamber clawed into her head, and she couldn’t push it out.

“N-noooooo! Ohhhhhh fffuuuuuckkkkkkk!” she wailed, shaking her head so hard her damp hair whipped her flushed cheeks. “D-Don’t say thatttttt! Don’t make me imagine you… you with big tits, fat ass, moaning like thisssss!”

Her hips twitched, pussy stamping wet against the ruined lace, soaking darker as her thighs rubbed together. A guttural moan tore free, sharp and slutty, echoing like a scream.

“Ohhhh Goddddddd, I am imagining itttttt!” she cried, dainty hands dragging down her sweat-slick midriff, tracing the cinched waist and flared hips that matched the image burning in her mind. “You—big boobs, wide hips, dripping like meeeeee! Ffffuuuuuckkkkkkk~!”

She bit her lip hard, whimpering through it, but the words spilled anyway—half rage, half broken joke, all moaned through her new voice.

“Y-you’d be much better without a cock anyway, Dexterrrrrrr!” she gasped, tits bouncing as her arms trembled. “Better off with big tits like mine, with a pussy drippinggggg! Just like your hot, ruined little Evaaaaa~!”

Her moan after saying her own name was shrill, raw, pornographic. She slapped both hands over her mouth, eyes wide in shame, but her body shivered, her fat ass quaking behind her, pussy throbbing harder at her own words.

Eva’s hands stayed clamped over her mouth, her tits spilling out beneath her arms, nipples stiff and poking through the torn fabric. Her eyes glistened with tears, wide in horror at what she had just said, but the moans still leaked out between her fingers, slutty and sharp.

Dexter broke into a laugh so loud it shook the room. “Hhhahhahahahahahahaha! Oh, Eva… oh, that’s too fucking good.” He clutched his sides, shaking his head, goggles fogged from how hard he was cackling. “Did you hear yourself? You actually said it! You just told me I’d be better off without a cock, better off with big tits and a pussy—just like you!”

Eva whimpered into her palms, shaking her head violently, tits wobbling like obscene pendulums. “Mmmmnnnnnnn! N-noooooo!”

Dexter crouched lower, voice dripping with smugness, his laughter curling into a sneer. “Maybe one day I will give it up. Maybe I’ll step into that chamber, melt my cock away, and come out busty, curvy, dripping like you.” His grin widened. “And wouldn’t you love that?”

Eva gasped, tearing her hands away from her mouth, lips wet and trembling. “N-nooo, I—I wouldn’tttttttt~!” But her pussy pulsed harder at the words, her hips jerking against the wall as a moan cracked her denial in half.

Dexter barked another laugh, pointing at her. “Don’t even try to hide it. You’re imagining me as a busty slut right now, and you’re getting wet over it.” He tilted his head, mock-casual, like teasing a buddy after a dirty joke. “Hell, you’re not just turned on by yourself—you’re turned on by me. Admit it, Eva. You want me as a slut too.”

Eva’s moan came out raw, high, humiliating, her dainty fingers sliding back to clutch her tits in disbelief. “Ohhhhhh ffffffuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkk! Stopppppp!”

Dexter just laughed harder, shaking his head. “God, you’re even hornier for me now than you ever were for women, aren’t you? My little buddy—my hot little Eva—getting wet over me.”

To be continued...