Dared into Her (TG Story) - Part 9

Dared into Her (TG Story)

By FemmeForge

It was supposed to be a stupid late-night joke — a drunk, mean-spirited dare to humiliate the shy virgin of the group.
One ritual. A mirror. A copper bowl. A “lust offering.”

Shy, dick-starved virgin Ethan never stood a chance once his friends found that shady “summon a succubus” ritual online.
They pin him in the spotlight, ripping into him with filthy jokes about how he’d look as a woman — huge, soft tits spilling over his hands, a fat jiggling ass you could bounce coins off, and a dripping little pussy just begging for the first cock that got near it. 

Ethan knew it was fake. His friends knew it was fake. That didn’t stop them from pinning him down in the filthiest way possible — teasing him, taunting him, painting vivid pictures of what he’d look like with fat tits, a perfect ass, and a dripping little pussy. They laughed, they dared, they pushed… until he said yes.

By the time it’s over, Ethan’s gone — replaced by a wide-eyed, soaking-wet slut who can barely stand without rubbing her thighs together.

Now Ethan is about to find out just how far a silly dare can go… and how hot, humiliating, and irreversible becoming the perfect fuckable plaything can really be.

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Part 9

Eliza staggered back from Mason’s hand, coughing spit down her chin, lips raw and glistening. Her chest heaved, but her reflection dragged her eyes lower — down past her narrow waist, past her smooth belly, to the obscene swell of her hips and the fat, heavy ass jutting behind her.

She froze.

Her dainty fingers shook as they slid back, brushing over the curve of her hip. The flesh quivered at her own touch — soft, obscene, round. She let out a choked sound and grabbed harder, squeezing a cheek in both hands.

It jiggled.

“F-fuck…” she whispered, voice trembling. “It’s so—so big… this isn’t mine—”

But the curse curled her words into a sultry cry:
“Mmm, it’s sooo fat, I love my big ass, spank it harder~!”

Her eyes went wide. Her own reflection smirked back, bent forward with her thick cheeks spilling into her small hands. She squeezed again, and the weight bounced obscenely, clapping softly against her thighs.

Her nails dug in. The flesh spilled between her fingers, heavy and hot. Her spine arched automatically to carry it, tipping her into a swayback that shoved her ass higher, rounder. She tried to hunch, tried to hide, but the new weight forced her to present. To show.

She sobbed, but her tears only made her face prettier in the glass. “It’s too big! I—I can feel it when I move, it wobbles, it jiggles—I can’t stop it!”

And the curse purred it out as:
“It’s sooo huge, I can feel it bounce, it’s perfect for cockkk~!”

Her knees buckled as the words betrayed her. Her fingers kneaded her fat cheeks desperately, as though trying to prove to herself it wasn’t real. But the mirror showed everything: a hot young woman with an ass so round it begged for spanks, cheeks jiggling at her own touch.

Cass’s laugh was breathless, sharp. “Ohhh my god. Look at her grabbing it. She’s mesmerized. That’s a stripper ass, Eliza. Built for bouncing on cock.”

Mason groaned low, stepping closer, his voice husky. “That’s not just a stripper ass. That’s the kind of ass guys line up to ruin. Fat, perfect, clapping with every thrust.”

Eliza shook her head wildly, hands still clutching the obscene swell. “No, no, it’s not—it can’t—it’s too much—” But her mouth betrayed her again, moaning:
“Mmm, it’s never enough, use my fat ass harder~!”

Her reflection smirked back, bent forward, presenting — the curse showing her exactly what she was becoming.

Eliza couldn’t stop.

Her dainty hands clung to her swollen cheeks like they were alien growths grafted onto her body. The more she squeezed, the more it betrayed her — warm flesh spilling between her fingers, jiggling with the slightest touch. She dragged her palms over the curve, up to the taper of her cinched waist, then down again, feeling the impossible weight that now belonged to her.

Her reflection made it worse. The mirror showed a girl bent forward, hair sticking to her sweaty cheeks, lips wet and pouty, hands clawing at a pornstar’s ass that bounced obscenely under every squeeze.

She sobbed, but even her sobs came out breathy and hot. “I—I can’t believe this… this is me, this is my body…”

The curse twisted her words, turning them into:
“Mmm I love it, I’m such a hot bitch with this ass, spank meee~!”

Her eyes went wide in horror, but her body obeyed. Her palm smacked against one cheek with a sharp slap. The flesh wobbled, clapped against the other cheek, then bounced back into her trembling hand. The sound filled the candlelit room.

Eliza gasped. “No, no, I didn’t mean—”

But her reflection leaned forward in the glass, moaning wantonly, spanking herself again.

She tried to stop, but her fingers betrayed her, kneading the fat as if testing how much it could take. Another smack, louder this time — the jiggle rippled through both cheeks, down her thighs, up her spine. Her back arched harder, forcing her ass out.

Cass laughed wickedly, clutching the laptop to her chest. “Ohhh my god! She’s spanking herself! Eliza, you’re literally playing with your own ass like a stripper in front of a mirror. The ritual didn’t just change you—it made you a slut for yourself.”

Mason was silent, but only because he was panting through gritted teeth, watching her reflection in the mirror. His knuckles whitened around the beer bottle in his hand as Eliza’s new ass rippled under another frantic slap.

Tears streamed down her face, but her voice moaned traitorously:
“It’s sooo soft, sooo heavy, I can’t stop spanking my slutty ass~!”

Her cheeks clapped again and again under her own hand, the sound echoing off the walls, every smack blurring the line between denial and need.

And in the mirror, her reflection wasn’t horrified at all — she was smiling, sultry, proud, like the girl she’d become already loved it.

Eliza’s nails dug into the fat of her new backside, knuckles whitening as she spread herself wider in front of the mirror. Her thighs quivered from the strain, thick and heavy, forcing her cheeks apart until her reflection showed the obscene cleft between them.

Her breath hitched. “Oh god… I can see it… I can see everything…”

But the curse warped it, dripping from her lips as:
“Mmm, look at my pussy ass, sooo spread and ready for cockkk~!”

Her own reflection winked back with a filthy smirk, cheeks clapping together when she let go, only to bounce apart again when she grabbed harder. The sight was hypnotic. Horrifying. Addictive.

She slapped herself again — harder. The sharp crack echoed, and the jiggle rippled all the way through her thighs. She cried out, but the sound was high, needy, moaning.

Cass’s jaw actually dropped before she burst into breathless laughter. “She’s—oh my god—she’s spanking and spreading herself like she’s on cam! Ethan’s gone. That’s Eliza the camwhore, right there.”

Eliza shook her head wildly, tears spilling down her flushed cheeks, but her body kept moving. Both hands clutched her fat ass, spreading it, watching the flesh quiver and gape in the mirror. She sobbed, voice shaking. “I can’t stop—I can’t stop touching it—it’s not mine, it’s not—!”

But her curse-twisted lips moaned instead:
“I can’t stop, I love it, my ass is sooo fuckableee~!”

Her palms smacked again, alternating sides, making each cheek clap against the other. The obscene sound filled the room, mixing with her ragged moans until even Mason stumbled forward, beer forgotten, pupils blown wide.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he rasped, almost to himself. “She’s… she’s playing with herself. Like a slut in a mirror. Look at that ass begging.”

Eliza’s reflection only taunted her further: a hot, curvy girl with tears streaming down her ruined, cock-sucking lips, bent over with her own hands spreading her cheeks wide, body jiggling with every desperate slap.

Her knees buckled, thighs trembling, but she couldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop spanking. Couldn’t stop spreading. Couldn’t stop looking.

Her hands shook as she whispered, horrified, “What the fuck is happening to me…?”

But the curse betrayed her, making it a sultry invitation:
“Mmm, what’s happening is I’m your slut, come fuck my fat assss~!”

And for the first time, Mason actually groaned aloud, his restraint snapping thin as he watched her body literally present itself in the mirror.

Eliza’s palms were slick against her own skin, smearing sweat down the wobbling globes of her ass as she kneaded and slapped them again. Every jiggle sent a tremor through her thighs, every clap echoed lewdly in the candlelit room, but the real sting came from her reflection — the woman looking back at her wasn’t Ethan anymore.

Her breath hitched as she stared, nails dimpling the fat flesh. “I… I used to be so bland…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “No one ever looked twice at me. I was… just some awkward guy with nothing to show. Forgettable. Pathetic.”

But the curse twisted her honesty, pouring it out of her mouth like molten sin:
“Mmm, I was a boring nobody, now I’m a juicy slut with a fat ass made to bounce on cockkk~!”

Her fingers dug harder into her cheeks, forcing them wide, and she whimpered as the jiggle rippled under her touch. Tears streaked her flushed face, dripping onto her heaving chest as she kept talking — to herself, to the mirror, to the ghost of Ethan she could barely remember.

“I never… never got laid. Never kissed. No one wanted me.” Her dainty hands slapped both cheeks at once, the clap sharp and obscene. Her body jolted forward with the impact, her swayback arch forcing her hole to twitch in the glass. “And now—now I’m—oh god—”

But her moans betrayed her, turning the thought into:
“And now I’m perfect, all tits and ass, I’m built to be fucked like a pornstarrr~!”

Cass barked a laugh from behind her, voice ragged. “Holy shit, Eliza — you’re giving yourself a therapy session while twerking your own ass. You hear yourself? You’re owning it.”

Mason groaned hoarsely, one hand palming the bulge in his jeans as his eyes devoured her reflection. “Fuck… she’s right. Bland Ethan’s gone. This? This is an upgrade. A ten out of ten upgrade.”

Eliza shook her head desperately, tears dripping, but her body betrayed her again. Her hands spread her ass wider, her hips rocking forward as if to grind against the mirror. Her breath spilled hot over the glass, her new lips wet and ruined.

Her sobs came out sugar-slick:
“I don’t want to be a whore—mmm, I love being your whore, spank my fat ass againnn~!”

The reflection in the glass smiled sultrily back, as if agreeing.

And in the flicker of the candles, the truth clawed its way into her chest:
Ethan really had been bland. Nothing. Nobody.
Eliza, though? Eliza was unforgettable.

Eliza’s palms slapped against her ass again, the sound echoing like a whip crack in the circle. The cheeks bounced high, wobbled, and clapped together before settling back into her trembling hands. Her reflection showed a crying girl bent forward, big tits hanging, thick thighs spread, and a pornstar’s ass jiggling under her own desperate touch.

She gasped, shuddering, eyes locked on the mirror. “I was… nothing…” Her voice shook, breaking into a breathy sob. “Ethan was… boring, bland. A virgin no one wanted. I never even got close…”

But the curse oozed over her words, twisting them into:
“Mmm, I was a loser virgin… now I’m a slut who’ll get fucked the second I spread these thighs~!”

Her nails carved crescents into the fat of her cheeks as she spread them wide, showing herself in the mirror, sobbing. “I never… had anyone. Never kissed a girl. Never even had a chance.”

The reflection answered her with a cruel truth: swollen lips, wet lashes, pouty mouth. Not Ethan. Not bland, awkward, forgettable. A hot woman, obscene curves spilling out of a trembling frame.

Her voice cracked again. “Now look at me…”

The curse forced it into a moan:
“Now look at me, I’m dripping sex, I’m begging to be filled, no man could resist meee~!”

Cass leaned forward, eyes glittering as she bit her lip. “She’s right, you know. Ethan was invisible. But her? Eliza could walk into a bar and be bent over a bathroom sink in ten minutes.”

Eliza sobbed harder, clutching her fat ass, kneading it, unable to look away from the reflection. “No, no, I don’t want that, I don’t want to be easy, I don’t—!”

But the curse poured filth from her lips:
“I want it sooo bad, I wanna be easy, I wanna get fucked by anyone who looks at meee~!”

Her spine arched harder, presenting, her hole twitching in the mirror. Mason groaned low, openly palming himself now, watching her degrade in real time. “Goddamn… you look like you were born for this. That ass alone could get you laid ten times a night.”

Eliza shook her head violently, hair flying, tits bouncing with the motion. “Ethan couldn’t even try to get laid. He was a joke.” Her trembling fingers slapped her cheeks again, making them ripple. “And now—now I’m—oh god…”

The mirror mocked her with every jiggle.

Her lips betrayed her one last time, spilling the thought twisted beyond recognition:
“Now I’m Eliza, and I’m gonna get fucked every night ‘cause I’m a hot, wet little whoreee~!”

Her knees gave out, and she collapsed forward against the mirror, smearing it with sweat and tears, her fat ass still bouncing behind her as if it had a mind of its own. The reflection didn’t look broken at all. It looked hungry.

Eliza’s forehead pressed against the cool glass of the mirror, her breath fogging it in wet bursts. Her hands wouldn’t leave her ass — kneading, spreading, spanking, as if the curse had wired them there. The reflection showed everything: a trembling, curvy girl with a pornstar’s backside, a wet pout, and tears streaming down her hot cheeks.

She gasped through a sob. “E-Ethan never… never even got close. Never kissed. Never touched. He was… pathetic.”

Her lips betrayed her, twisting the truth into filth:
“Mmm, Ethan was a loser virgin… but Eliza’s gonna get kissed, licked, fucked till she’s dripping every night~!”

Her palms smacked against her fat cheeks again, the clap loud and sharp. Her hole twitched between them, and her thighs quivered at the sight in the mirror.

“I was nothing,” she sobbed, “invisible. No girl wanted me. No one even looked at me.”

The curse slithered through her throat, warping it into a moan:
“But now every man will stare, every cock will get hard, I’ll be dripping cum down my thighs every night, I’m sooo fuckableee~!”

Her reflection smiled back with wet, pouty lips, as if mocking her despair. She gripped her own cheeks and spread them wide, rocking her hips as she stared in disbelief.

Her voice cracked again, high and humiliating. “Ethan couldn’t even beg a girl to lay with him…”

The curse turned it to sugar-slick porn:
“Eliza won’t even have to beg, I’ll be on my knees with cocks slapping my face, begging meeee~!”

Cass let out a shocked bark of laughter, covering her mouth. “Ohhh my god, she’s talking herself into being a cumdump.”

Eliza’s sobs grew louder, but every one spilled out as moans. She clawed at her thighs, spreading herself wider, presenting in the mirror like an animal in heat. “I don’t want this, I don’t want to be—!”

But the curse bent her plea into raw filth:
“I do want this, I wanna be filled, I wanna be used, I wanna be dripping with cock every nightttt~!”

Her whole body jolted at the sound, her fat ass clapping once more under its own weight. Mason groaned low, hunched forward, his cock straining visibly against his jeans as he watched her reflection.

And Eliza — trembling, sweating, jiggling under her own hands — couldn’t stop the thought clawing through her mind: Ethan never got laid. Eliza wouldn’t just get laid. She’d be ruined.

Eliza’s hands shook where they clutched her own ass, nails dimpling the soft flesh as she stared into the mirror. Her reflection mocked her — big ass bouncing, thighs spread, her fat new lips parted in sultry moans she couldn’t control.

She squeezed her cheeks hard, shuddering at how obscene it felt, how the jiggle rippled under her touch. Her tears streaked down, mixing with sweat, but the curse twisted her voice every time she tried to cry.

“N-no, I don’t… I don’t want this…” she whispered.

But what spilled out instead was sweet, breathy, humiliatingly hot:
“Mmm, I want you to grab me, to spank me, to feel my fat assss~.”

Her face twisted in horror, yet the sound hung in the candlelight, thick and filthy.

Mason stiffened like he’d been shot. His beer hit the floor, forgotten, as his eyes locked on her ass — high, round, trembling, spread open in offering. His throat worked around a swallow, jaw clenched, pupils blown wide with hunger.

Eliza’s legs quivered as she bent lower, bracing against the mirror, her back arching into a perfect sway. Her fat cheeks bounced together with every tremble, obscene and loud. She wanted to scream at herself to stop — but what came out was a whimpering plea, soaked in shame and heat.

“M-Mason… p-please… touch me… touch my ass…” Her voice cracked, breathy and helpless, dripping like honey off her tongue.

Cass barked out a laugh, sharp and wicked. “Ohhh my god, she’s asking for it now. Our little virgin Ethan’s begging for Mason to spank her like a bitch in heat.”

Eliza buried her burning face against the glass, ashamed, humiliated, but still arching her fat ass higher, spreading herself wider, offering it to him. She sobbed into the mirror, her voice betraying her again.

“I’m so… so ashamed… but please, Mason… I need your hands on my ass, spank meee~!”

Mason’s restraint finally snapped. His drink forgotten, his smirk gone slack with hunger, he stepped forward like a predator closing on prey. His hand hovered just above her jiggling cheek, shaking with the effort not to slam it down already. His voice was hoarse, guttural, thick with arousal.

“Jesus Christ, Eliza… you don’t even know what you’re asking for.”

But his bulge pressing against his jeans betrayed him. He wanted it. Badly.

Mason’s hand hovered for one last second, his knuckles white from holding back — then SMACK!

The sound cracked through the room, loud, sharp, obscene. Eliza jolted forward into the mirror with a squeal, her fat ass rippling under the force, cheeks bouncing wildly before settling back into his palm.

Her moan came without her consent, high and sweet, dripping filth.
“Ahhhhnnn! F-fuuuckk, spank me harder, Masonnn!”

Her eyes went wide in the mirror, horrified at what she’d just said — but her body arched back into him anyway, presenting that ass, begging silently for more.

Mason groaned low, his breath ragged, finally breaking. His other hand came down in another sharp slap — SMACK! — and her fat ass clapped again, rippling under the candlelight. He grabbed both cheeks then, squeezing them hard, kneading the soft flesh like dough, spreading them just to watch her hole twitch between.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, voice rough with awe and hunger. “You’re not Ethan anymore. You’re Eliza. And this ass? This ass was built to be fucked.”

Cass’s laughter rang out, sharp and cruel, but with an edge of disbelief. “Oh my god — Mason’s actually spanking her like she’s his toy.”

Eliza sobbed into the mirror, tears streaking down her hot cheeks, but her voice betrayed her again as Mason’s hands roamed over her fat backside, squeezing, spanking, spreading.
“I’m not—ahhhhnnnn—I’m not your slut! I’m—ahhh, yessss, spank your slut harder, Masonnn!”

SMACK! His palm came down again, harder this time, making her bounce forward into her reflection, tits pressing against the cold glass. The obscene clap echoed, her moan following like a duet.

Mason leaned over her, voice low and guttural in her ear as his hands kept groping and spanking. “Hear yourself, Eliza. You’re begging for me. Every word out of your mouth is ‘please fuck me.’ This ass is mine. You’re mine.”

Her knees shook, forced wider by the weight of her thighs and the sway of her hips, her reflection showing a girl bent over, ass high, cheeks wobbling under his grip. She tried to cry out in denial — but the curse twisted it into filth once more.
“N-no, I’m not yours—I’m y-your dirty little whoreeehhhn, make my ass clap for youuu~!”

Cass’s eyes gleamed as she leaned closer, unable to look away. “Holy shit. She’s gone. She’s spanking herself and letting Mason spank her. Ethan’s buried under that ass forever.”

Mason slapped her again, then dragged his palm down the fat curve, groping shamelessly. His cock strained hard against his jeans, his jaw clenched, sweat beading his forehead. He was gone too — lost to her curves, to her begging.

And Eliza — sobbing, moaning, clapping her own cheeks while Mason’s hands claimed her — was trapped in the spiral, every humiliating word sealing her fate deeper.

Mason’s breath was ragged now, hot against the back of Eliza’s neck as his palms worked her ass like it was his property. He spread her wide, then brought his hand down SMACK! so hard her fat cheeks wobbled violently, clapping together before bouncing back into his grip.

“God damn, listen to that,” he groaned, spanking her again, harder, the sound echoing off the walls. “That’s not a guy’s ass. That’s a slut’s ass. That’s an ass begging to get pounded till it’s raw.”

Eliza shrieked into the mirror, her voice breaking into high, breathy moans she couldn’t control. “N-nooo, stop—stop spanking me—ahhhhnnn! It feels too gooooddd!”

Cass laughed sharply, her eyes glued to the obscene scene. “Holy shit, Mason’s turning her into his practice dummy. She’s moaning like she’s auditioning.”

Mason grabbed her cheeks hard, spreading them until her twitching hole winked in the mirror, and growled, “Say it. Say you love it.”

Eliza’s tears streamed down her flushed face as she shook her head. “I-I don’t—I don’t love—ahhhhnnn~!”

SMACK! Mason’s hand landed again, making her fat ass quake against his palm.

“Wrong answer,” he snarled, voice thick with lust. “Say it, Eliza. Say you love it. Say you love me spanking this fat ass.”

Her reflection mocked her — tits pressed against the mirror, lips parted, eyes glossy, ass jiggling endlessly under Mason’s grip. She sobbed, but the curse twisted her protest into filth.
“I don’t love it—I looove it sooo much, Mason, spank me harder, I need itttt~!”

Mason’s grin split wide, feral. His cock strained in his jeans as he slammed his hand down again, harder than before, the clap so loud it rattled the copper bowl nearby.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Good girl. Say it again.”

Eliza’s moans came broken, helpless. “I-I love it, I love you spanking meeehhhn! I love being your slut with a fat assss!”

Cass doubled over, half-laughing, half in awe. “Oh my god. She’s admitting it. She’s begging for it!”

Mason spanked her again and again, her ass clapping like a drum under his rough palms. Every impact forced her to gasp, every gasp twisted into moans. Her hole twitched in the mirror like it was begging for cock, and Mason leaned low, growling filth into her ear between slaps.

“Say it’s mine. Say this ass is mine.”

Eliza wailed, trying to resist, but her lips betrayed her with a trembling cry.
“It’s yoursss, Masonnn! My ass is all yoursss, spank it, fuck it, use it how you wantttt!”

Her reflection confirmed it: a hot, sobbing, slutty girl bent over, cheeks bouncing under his palms, moaning like a pornstar while confessing she loved it.

Mason’s eyes burned with hunger, and his voice dropped lower, filthier. “You hear that? Ethan’s gone. Eliza’s here now. And she loves when I make her ass clap.”

Eliza’s body sagged against the mirror, tits mashed against the cold glass, Mason’s hands still gripping and spanking her ass until it clapped under his palms. Every smack rattled through her bones, her moans spilling out automatically, twisted into filthy confessions she didn’t want to give.

But then her eyes flicked upward.

Her reflection hit her like a slap harder than Mason’s.

She froze.

The mirror showed her — not Ethan. Not the awkward, invisible virgin who’d always hunched his shoulders and kept his head down. But her: a trembling, sweat-slick girl with a heart-shaped face, pouty cock-sucking lips, tits swelling against the glass, hips flared wide, thighs pressed thick and obscene, and a fat, bouncing ass that looked like it was born to be spanked.

She blinked through her tears, panting, her fingers gripping the glass as if she could steady herself against the sight.

“Oh my god…” she whispered. “That’s… me?”

Her voice cracked, but it was high, breathy, undeniably feminine. Sexy, even in despair.

Mason smirked behind her, still kneading her fat cheeks. “Damn right it’s you. That’s Eliza. That’s who you are now.”

Cass snorted, leaning forward, eyes gleaming with cruel delight. “Look at her face — she’s seeing it for the first time. Look at that slut in the mirror, Eliza. That’s not Ethan. Ethan’s dead.”

Eliza’s lip trembled. “I’m… I’m not… I’m still—” She caught sight of the way her waist pinched tight, the way her ass arched back into Mason’s grip, the way her own reflection moaned even as she denied it. And her throat locked.

Because it was true.

Every inch of her body had been taken. Rewritten. Sculpted into obscene, curvy perfection. She didn’t see a man falling apart anymore. She saw a woman — hot, dripping, desperate.

And worse… a part of her couldn’t stop staring.

Her dainty hands left the mirror and slid down her own sides, tracing the hourglass Mason had been spanking into shape. Her palms skimmed her smooth skin, trembled over her cinched waist, and finally cupped her ass alongside Mason’s hands.

Her reflection smiled at her, lips wet and pouty.

Eliza sobbed, but her voice purred through the curse anyway.
“Ethan was… nothing. But Eliza’s… so hot. S-so fuckable. I’m…” Her words broke into a moan. “I’m turning myself onnnn~!”

Mason’s cock twitched against her hip, his grin feral. “Goddamn right you are. Look at you. The hottest bitch in the room — and you’re finally seeing it.”

Cass’s laughter cracked sharp, but there was something softer in it now — awe under the cruelty. “She’s giving in. She loves what she sees.”

Eliza shook her head violently, tears spilling. “No, no, I don’t love—”

But the curse bent it into filth:
“I looove what I seeee! I looove being Elizaaa!”

Her own reflection mouthed the words back at her, lips glossy, eyes sultry, body obscene. And Eliza’s nails dug deeper into her ass, her thighs twitching, as if her body was answering a truth her mind still couldn’t say.

Eliza’s breaths came ragged, fogging the mirror where her lips pressed close. Her eyes were red from crying, but the reflection staring back at her wasn’t pathetic — it was sultry. Hot. A curvy, trembling slut, whose waist pinched perfect, whose fat ass still wobbled under Mason’s grip.

Her hands trembled as she cupped herself again, squeezing her own bouncing cheeks alongside his. “N-no, this can’t… this can’t be me…”

But the reflection smirked back at her. A hot, sweaty girl with glossy lips, hair plastered to her forehead, tits mashed against the mirror, thighs spread thick and wide.

Her moans betrayed her. “Oh god… I’m… I’m hotter like this. I’m… so much hotterrr than I ever was before~…”

Mason’s laugh cracked low and filthy in her ear, his palm coming down in another SMACK! across her ass, sending the cheeks clapping. “Say it louder, princess. Admit it. Admit Ethan was a nobody compared to this.”

Cass leaned forward, eyes wide and gleaming, muttering, “She’s close… she’s so close to breaking…”

Eliza sobbed, her fingers dragging down her waist, gripping the curve of her hips, trembling as they dipped between her thighs. Her reflection watched her with eyes that glittered with shame and heat.

“I was nothing as Ethan,” she gasped, tears streaking her flushed face. “I was… bland… invisible… a loser who never even got touched.” Her hands squeezed her own tits, moaning as the reflection jiggled with her. “But Eliza… oh god, Eliza’s… perfect. Eliza’s dripping. Eliza’s the kind of girl who’ll never go a night without cock~!”

Her knees nearly buckled under her as her thighs squeezed tight, ass clapping back into Mason’s palms when he spanked her again.

“Fuck yes,” Mason growled, voice hoarse with arousal. “Keep talking, Eliza. Keep admitting what you are.”

Eliza pressed her forehead to the glass, nails dragging down the mirror as her body shook. “I’m hotter now than I ever was. I’m hotter as Eliza than Ethan could ever dream of being. I’m a slut, a whore, a dripping little bimbo who—” She moaned high and sharp as Mason’s hand squeezed her ass hard.

“—who loves what she sees!”

Her hips rocked against the mirror on their own, ass clapping audibly with each twitch, her reflection showing off the hourglass Mason had spanked into life.

Then her voice cracked higher, breaking into a climaxing cry, desperate and breathy.

“What else?! Oh god, what more could happen to meeehhhn~?!”

Her reflection — her sultry, hot reflection — only smiled back.

To be continued...