Exclusive Story: A Fated Hookup

[TG, Brainwashing]

Love was a natural craving, one desired by all and reached for in all sorts of ways. On a weekend night inside a bustling bar, dozens of single souls downed glasses in hopes of finding their other half. Two youngsters stood out among the crowd: the demure Lucy and the brash Todd.

In his mid-20s, Todd embraced the worst qualities of a hot-blooded male. Hardened by a tough childhood, he wore an armor of arrogance wherever he wandered, joking and sneering at the people around him. Entering the bar, his eyes were already glued to every girl that was a potential hookup, each one being perfectly analyzed in both their bodies and demeanor. “Yo, hurry up with some gin!” Sitting spread-legged on a booth, Todd snapped his fingers and barked orders before guzzling a few shots of liquid confidence to bring his spoiled personality to a finish.

In sharp contrast, Lucy had always been the epitome of stoicism. Ever since her childhood years, friendships were a rare occurrence for the busty brunette—she simply brushed past people without ever connecting with them. Naturally, this led to a distant coldness forming in her heart, yet one that made her appear wise and could even slightly melt into tender gentleness towards her few acquaintances. Having moved out of home for some years, Lucy yearned to let loose and experience the connections she had missed out on. With no better ideas, Lucy settled on visiting the popular bar downtown, sipping on beer as she slowly built up courage within her.

It took little time for the woman to set her eyes on Todd, but the same could be said for the whole establishment. After a couple of drinks, the young man was on and about in his attempts to score. He would slide up to a girl whose curves and face he liked, then attempt to charm her by slurring pick-up lines. Most times they would scurry away in a hurry, and the few girls Todd did suck up to would be gone when he attempted to cup their breast or grind against their hips. Evidently, Todd’s bravado was lessened in such a swarmed setting, wounding his ego and leading to a brief fight when a man had (rightfully) accused him of ogling his girlfriend.

All the while, Lucy looked on in dismay. She considered herself lucky for not needing to deal with tiring machos, for her preferences lay somewhere much more different. Indeed, she did not wish to have a strong man coddle and protect her, but rather a meek and shy member of the fairer sex, a cute girl who she could cuddle with equal degrees of rash domination and tender care. Suddenly, Lucy realized a loud bar was a poor location to search for such a person. In fact, given her figure, it would be far more likely she would be hit on by a drunken man. She hoped that wouldn’t be the case.

Before she could even finish that train of thought, Lucy had been set sights upon by one particular man. “Heeey, doll, what’s a cutie like you doing all alone?” Todd helped himself to the next seat, flashing a glistening grin to his next target.

“U-Um, I was just leaving!” Lucy stuttered out, yet remained still in her seat. “Huh, really?” Todd responded. “But you’re on your first drink, that’s not right! You look like a hardworking girl; you should relax some more on the weekend! Hey, get this lady a martini!” Despite his crude bellows, Lucy was left impressed at him guessing her favorite drink. She decided to stay seated, if only until she finished her beverage.

“—so yeah, super great job! Now, I'm not saying I make six figures, but after a few promotions…” Halfway through her third glass, Lucy debated if the drinks were worth bearing her patron’s tall tales. “Anyway, what I'm saying is… I'd be a great guy to be around, if only for support! You’re a really young gal, probably wrapped up in college debt and whatever. Maybe we could go to my place—or yours, that’s fine—and we’ll talk a little. I promise, only talking!” Todd slurred out, impatiently tapping his fingers on the table.

Feeling an anticipated glare on her, Lucy settled on a resolve. “S-Sorry, I am indeed single, but would much rather pair up with a girl like me.” The resulting seconds of silence felt like dragging on for years. At a point, Lucy expected the man to break into yells, but his reaction was slightly more subdued. “G-Girls?! Come on, you wait until I buy you drinks to tell me you’re a lesbian?! Please, just give me a little chance, at least introduce me to your friends!” Todd shot forward in his seat, bumping his knee against his potential date.

Lucy jutted in her seat, yet did not leave. Intolerable as it may be, something about the man’s brash arrogance intrigued her. He was callous and shameless, bold and uncaring, the exact opposite of what her ideal mate would be. Having weakened the man into pleading, Lucy grinned as an idea ran through her head. “You're very annoying, but also cute.” She stood up. “You can follow me, if you wish.”

*

Lucy’s apartment was small, yet cozy. A small hallway connecting to the bathroom lead to a kitchen to one side, and a humble bedroom on the other. The bed was adorned with lavender sheets and it was just the right size to fit two people.

“Woah, nice pad! Umm, this is your bed, right?” Todd stammered through the apartment, his drunken mind leading him straight for the covers. “Ah, not so fast, buddy. Hehe, I've got you now!” Pouncing like a predator, Lucy pushed the man towards a wall, pushing her bosom tight into his chest. Bracing herself, she leaned over and kissed Todd on the lips.

For the young man, there had been no better feeling in his life than this soft embrace. He closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around his date and pushing hard on her back. Yet as the kiss went on, he found his grip becoming weaker overtime. He chalked it up to rising arousal, but if Todd could manage any more clarity, he would find himself being terribly wrong.

His limbs slimmed down, the toned muscles he had worked for in the gym so hard fading away, leaving behind twiggy arms and legs with only the slightest bit of fat to protect them. In that new shape, Todd would barely be able to pull a chair for someone, let alone princess carry an eager woman like he so often fantasized about.

Following suit was the man’s abdomen which changed. While never sporting the six pack he so often bragged about, Todd nonetheless did have an impressively built torso, one whose muscles were immediately replaced by squishy fat. In particular was his belly and chest, the former gaining a light yet adorably dorky layer of pudge, and the latter being padded beneath his nipples to the point where it could fit snugly inside the smallest of bras.

Feeling an even greater buzz of pleasure, Todd moaned while still ensnared in a kiss. Had he known the current bliss was due to his penis shrinking, he would have sprinted out of the apartment in a second–but alas, ignorance was bliss. His ever-hardening cock had been stopped in its tracks, receding to his body to become a flabby stub barely an inch long. It twitched in delight, resting atop the soft cushion of his ball sack. Two other changes came right after: Todd’s ass perking up with a supple layer of fat, then both his waist and hips becoming narrow and wide respectively; each change coming along with a painful snap of his bones.

Todd opened his eyes in shock, finally becoming aware of the bizarre sensations over his body. He tried to pull away from Lucy, but found himself much too weak for any resistance. The girl then opened her eyes: her gorgeous, shimmering pair of emeralds. Looking upon the blissful void, a cloudy glaze spread over Todd’s own vision and stopped any chance of resistance. Lucy snuck her tongue into the kiss, causing more changes as she playfully swirled it around. Todd’s face became smoother, particularly his chin and cheekbones. His stubble was shaven off and replaced by a myriad of freckles, all the while curly eyelashes fluttered over his newly-blue eyes. Once the pair’s kiss was finally broken, Todd was left with a puffy pair of lips puckered into an adorable circle shape.

Being let go of his lover’s embrace, Todd stumbled step by step while examining his body. Gone was the douche’s trained gym bod, now replaced by something fitting of a delicate femboy–the ideal man in Lucy’s eyes. Still, she wasn't looking for a man, which meant her work was far from done. There was a good reason for Lucy’s isolated childhood, that being her belonging to an outcast group of magical women. After she had split up from her oppressive family, the girl never thought she would get any use out of her powers, but alas, it was as if fate had linked her up with a certain bar hopper.

“I-I don't-get it… This is m-me?” Todd said in a stuttered whisper, his brazen tone smoothed out into a boyish melody. “L-Like, did you do something, or… Eek!” Recoiling from a pinch on his ass, the pretty boy tripped over his baggy clothes, sinking directly into the heart of Lucy’s den: her lavender bed.

With a giggle, the young witch followed her mate, springing into the mattress and bouncing the boy so he ended up resting against her chest. “Ah, I've been waiting for this so long! Splitting up the week between work and school is utter hell, but all that is worth it for these moments. Now I can drop all my worries and cuddle with you, my dear… What was your name again? No worries, from now on it will be Rachel!” She cooed, twirling her prey’s hair around a finger which pressed firmly into his scalp.

“Huh, who’s Rachel? That’s totally not my name, that would be… R-Rachel?” The boy stood speechless. He tried recalling all the times his name was called–whether that be during his father’s scoldings or at school role calls–and every time it was the same word over and over again. Rachel was quite the strange name for a boy, but it was indeed what he was called, regardless of how much bullying it had brought to his life. “Umm, I'm really confused right now. Who are you?” Rachel asked, looking past Lucy’s bosom and into her gentle eyes.”

“Pfft, what kind of question is that? I'm your girlfriend, honey, you really don't remember?” Lucy resisted bursting into laughter, rhythmically tapping on her prey’s scalp. With each touch of her fingers, Rachel’s brain pulsed, rubbed raw until it became a malleable dough. “We met all the way back in high school. Even back then you were super cute, the typical bookworm geek of a schoolgirl! Still, there were certain ‘assets’ that got you unwarranted attention…”

Rachel squirmed, feeling a chill run down her spine as memories forced their way into her psyche. If you were to ask her, she would tell you of her time in a public school; a rundown place full of delinquents and oppressive cliques. Essentially, a dog-eat-dog world that forced the girl to mold herself into assertiveness. It was what felt right to her, yet was effortlessly pushed away in favor of a brand-new set of recollections.

The young woman had attended an affluent private school, one that tended to her studious needs while she distanced herself from her peers. Alas, one aspect made reclusiveness difficult, the girl’s genetically gifted curves. She had always hated how much attention they brought, yet they were also what first got her attention. Remembering the first time she caught Lucy staring, Rachel's face turned red, then deepened in shape as her body swelled up with fat. Her breasts ballooned out to a pair of E-cups–even bigger than Lucy’s–while her ass swelled to the point where she could sit comfortably in any spot. Likewise, her thighs fattened up and crushed the tiny nub that was her penis.

“Fufu, so cute, I'm glad I'm freshening up your mind!” Lucy kissed her girlfriend’s forehead, sneaking her free hand to cup her breasts. It was deliciously soft, yet still covered by the dirty hoodie that annoying man used to wear. “Hehe, those were the days, weren’t they? We started out a bit awkward, but I'd say we warmed up to each other soon enough. Oh, like that time I visited your house for the first time!”

Rachel began to tear up, that was a tender memory for sure. It was a few months after the two had properly met, when Rachel invited her best friend over to her trailer home after much deliberation. The cramped space was not at all a warm home–in fact, a deceased mother and seldom present dad made the place a cold and lonely spot. Still, Lucy brought a much-needed warmth to the house, gifting Rachel the happiest day of her life thus far by helping her cook meals and styling her hair with pretty bows and ponytails. By the end of the day, Rachel had found a new appreciation for her feminine body, and the next day she brazenly attended school with a skirt cut above the knees and a sweater that hugged her puppies just right.

But… was that really how it played out? Despite how real the memories felt, a pull nagged at Rachel’s mind, insisting the truth was much bleaker. Indeed, her home had always been far from ideal, but–per the subconscious call–her dad had been present in the worst way possible. To combine with a certain young boy’s grueling time at school, his father often ordered him around with howling barks, and that wasn't even mentioning the times he got physical. Rather than a savior entering through the front door, that boy was only relieved from home once he moved out of the place on his own; his heart hardening with a resolve to never look back.

An electric shock spasmed Rachel’s brain, popping away the disturbing thoughts like soap suds and making her hair turn a creamy brown while it lengthened all the way to her butt. “Ahh, I still remember that face when I sneaked in a goodbye kiss. To this day, I haven't seen a more adorable sight.” Lucy cooed, coddling her girlfriend to sink deeper into her cleavage. “After that, I think we both knew we couldn't settle as simple friends, right? I'm surprised you made the first move, inviting me to that dinner and what not.”

“Oh, p-please, that wasn't anything special.” Rachel chuckled, her voice an angelic choir thoughtfully enunciating her every word. “I-I much preferred the places you picked out. T-That karaoke bar, I n-never knew I could sing so well…” By now, Lucy’s meddling was no longer needed for her fellow brunette to gain more memories. As she reminisced more on their many perfect dates, the final remnants of Todd faded away like a bad dream. With that bloated ego gone, a massive void was left in the girl’s psyche, one that could only be filled with endless love for Lucy.

“Are you kidding me? With that voice, it was obvious you could rock the stage! What I liked more was how insistent you were in downing drinks. Just when I thought you couldn't get any cuter, there you were, slumped on my lap as a drunken mess~” At Lucy’s teasing, her girlfriend shamefully dove her head into her cleavage as if it was a protective blanket. Embarrassing as it may be, she was completely right, Rachel could never hold herself back from drinking. In the past, she would have never considered even a single drop of alcohol, but at the side of her lover, she relished in letting loose and shedding her inhibitions, knowing that Lucy would always be there to protect her.

“L-L-Lucy… Lucy…” The meek girl chanted the name over and over as if it were a blessing. “I-I can't believe how lucky I was m-meeting you.” That part was not a forced memory, the statement truly came from deep down the girl’s soul. Whether it had actually been in high school or at a seedy bar, the undeniable truth was that meeting Lucy had been the best event in the person now known as Rachel’s life; and whether naturally or by force, the formerly-lonely witch had truly changed a life for the best.

“Aww, you're way too adorable!” Always the grounded one in the relationship, Lucy played off the near-divine devotion placed upon her. Secretly, however, she loved it. To be so completely above a partner was everything she desired. “I'm also really lucky to have made, err, found you! I guess in a way I did make you… Y’know, like taking you clothes shopping, putting some style into those frumpy outfits you always had!” The witch laughed nervously, watching intently as the final touches to her girl were made.

The leftover jeans and hoodie from Rachel’s past heated up, melting into a liquid that danced throughout her body. After changing shape, they settled as a frilly summer dress that clung tight to her body and revealed only the slightest peek of cleavage. “Jeez, I still can't believe how much you got into dresses, and all the expensive ones, too… Whatever, it's not like I can't afford to invest in my princess!” Deep inside Lucy’s bosom, the brunette mumbled something that was probably a protest against the relentless teasing.

“Okay, okay, you’re not just some delicate princess, you can also get quite physical, right?” On cue, Rachel’s dress melted down into two separate pieces, a crop top and yoga pants clearly too small for her curves. Her exposed belly rumbled, the fat burning off into toned abs which Lucy often loved to lick and rub. “Gosh, you can be such a sexy gym bunny, too. Wanna hear a secret? Well, I’ve sneaked a ton of pictures of you in gym clothes, like, I must have dozens of shots of that tight ass and deep cleavage! Of course, in terms of being sexy, you know just the right way to dress yourself for me~”

One final time, Rachel’s clothes began to morph, this time into a set of multiple tiny apparels, all linked in their silken fabric. A see-through gown adorned the girl’s body, framing a killer set of lingerie. A tight bra hugged her upper body, pushing up her breasts to make her cleavage even grander. Lower down, a garter belt clung to Rachel’s waist and held in place panties which dug into her ass cheeks. In the middle of her crotch, the strange sight of a miniature penis still remained.

“Mmm, you look perfect, it reminds me of one final memory. It was the first time you came to my home; we lay in bed much like this, you wearing lingerie much like that set. Under that gorgeous moonlight, we gifted each other our virginities~” Lucy said in barely audible whispers blown right to her lover’s ear drums. Her hand crept between Rachel’s legs, rubbing her bulge to work a final bit of magic. The girl’s cock shrunk even further, settling at a few millimeters long into a hyper-sensitive clitoris. Meanwhile, the smooth ball sack sucked up inside Rachel’s body, lighting a fire inside her nethers as it carved up a womb which it settled deep inside of in the form of ovaries. The resulting gap pulsed and twitched, healing itself with a set of fleshy folds to finally become a tight pussy.

“L-Lucy, wait! No… K-Keep going, harder!” Rachel spat out between labored breaths. Suddenly, she was thrown off her lover, who climbed on top of her with the eyes of a starving beast. “My, my, you’re this horny after just a bit of rubbing?” Lucky licked her lips. “I was planning for a bit of scissoring tonight, but it looks like my needy slut deserves a little extra. Stay there, don't you dare start rubbing yourself!”

The dominator climbed off her bed, taking a torturously long time shifting through her drawers. At last, she pulled out a belt, fitting it around her waist until it was nice and snug. When she turned around, Rachel gasped in bestial lust, admiring the 10-inch dildo strapped to her mistress’ crotch. “Is this what you want, for mommy to drill your pussy with her cock?” Rachel nodded her head, too horny to form any words. She squealed in delight when her mistress climbed on top of her, rubbing her length along her slit and tapping it with the dildo’s balls.

“I'd be glad to give it to you, but you have to earn it. Now, give me some of those tits” Ripping off a lacy bra, Lucy finally accomplished her wish of savoring a fat pair of tits. She took no mercy on the pair, going all the way in pinching, slapping, squeezing, and sucking them. It was only when her plaything roared with ecstasy that Lucy realized she had begun thrusting her hips. She continued pounding the soaking snatch, forcing orgasm after orgasms unto Rachel while she indulged in her steamy, sweaty breasts until she became intoxicated.

*

The next thing Lucy knew, she laid limp in bed, awoken by rays of light splashing her face. An acrid smell filled the air, and her hips were too sore to even move. It was only after she noticed the dildo beside her face that all of last night came back to her. She replayed the events over and over, a dozen times and then again, each time coming to the undeniable conclusion that they had indeed happened.

A wave of shame brushed past the witch at having had such a lack of restraint in both using her powers and indulging in her lust. Then she remembered how mind-blowingly good everything had felt, and the shame slowly vanished. Lastly, she remembered all about her adorable date, which is when Lucy realized the girl was nowhere to be found. She glanced all over, fearing that the wallflower might have taken the night badly.

“U-Umm… Hi, Lucy.” Relief washed over the witch when she heard the meek whispers. With a gentle smile, she looked on at Rachel, her girlfriend. Her hair had become a tangled mess, but that only helped to accentuate her dorky charm along with heavy-rim glasses. With her lingerie having turned to a soaked mess, she covered her body with a baggy hoodie and some panties found among the drawers.

“T-Thanks for last night. It was… g-good, I guess. Uh, this is for you!” Reaching the bedside, Rachel pointed to a fresh plate of bacon and eggs. Digging into the dish, Lucy shuddered at their distinct creamy and crispy textures. Though not a part of her memory implanting, Rachel had turned out an amazing cook. Perhaps it was a part of her former self, Lucy thought.

Looking on at the spectacled brunette, a pang of guilt struck the witch’s heart. No matter how annoying that man had been, he did in fact manage to charm her, and in return for his efforts, she had wiped away all traces of him from existence. Lucy looked into her girlfriend’s eyes, yet no matter what, she truly could find not a single remnant of that person. What she did see, however, was an undying love that pushed through hardships to finally give a demure girl a life she was satisfied with. With that in mind, inner peace returned to Lucy’s mind, confident that this was the best for everyone.

Too focused on her morality was she to notice her lover’s quivering lips and deep blush. It was only when Lucy looked down for another bite of bacon that she saw a skinny hand reaching for the dildo on the bed. “Seriously? I'm surprised you could even get out of bed this morning, now you're saying you want another round?”

Rachel could barely look at her girlfriend, let alone give any response besides a slight nod. After enough struggle, she looked at Lucy with pleading eyes watering in anticipation. The witch sighed, knowing there was no way she could ever deny such a glare.