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Molly Oh my god im just so sick of hoelt. this is the 3rd friday in a row hes going to one of his weird stupid rallys. Friend just another reason to get fucked up tonight. ****laugh trCK*** Molly girl, im telling you. i cant. i have dance tomorrow morning. Otherwise id be there. I have to be up at like...wait i should probably check… ***cheesy text tone sound*** https://youtu.be/gHe_AjrOq84 Pause Molly ha. You know booger? He just sms text chat messaged me. He wants me to meet him in the computer lab. Friend molly...youre not actually gonna go right?... He creeps me out. he reminds me of a...like….weird…..lizard.. or something ****laugh track**** Molly i know right? pause Friend thats not a good thing molly! ****laugh track*** Molly well im not gonna just not reply. I havent talked to him in a while. Plus Hes nice and kinda interesting Friend ehk. Thats one way to describe him. ****Laugh track**** Molly im just gonna see why he wants me. Ill talk to you later. Friend good luck, i guess. Dont do anything drastic, molly. Molly i wont, i wont Open door to computer lab Booger molly!!!! Whattup!! Molly hi booger………..so..do you hang out in the computer lab a lot? Booger hell yeah. Im always working on music and surfing the web and shit in here. I found out how to get around the schools firewall. Molly oh...thats cool….. Booger it so is Awkward silence ***laugh track*** Molly is….that what you wanted to show me or?? ***Laugh track** Booger no no i wanted to get your ear on something. On a song im working on. I recorded it on cassette cause, yknow, im artsy like that ****laugh track***** its kinda hideous sounding but like pretty. can i play it and you tell me what you think? Molly yes! I would love to hear it Booger *deep breath* ok. Here it is. Remember its a rough draft… COMPUTER LAB SONG PLAYS Booger: so whadya think? Molly that was hideous...but also kind of pretty. ****laugh track***** Booger: right? thank you though im glad you at least kinda liked it….the lyrics in it..i actually..wrote it about you. ***studio awwwwwww***** Molly oh yeah? Hm. Booger ha ha yeah. Yeah……….. Hey listen i dont know if youre busy or something tonight um….but i rarely have an open house...but i do tonight..maybe we could...write another song?.. Or something?..................wouldyouwannadothatmaybe?
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She offered to make me cum tonight, so I said ok. She teased me a little bit with words and kept all her clothes on. She let me do most of the talking. I said I was going to oil myself, then tie myself up and after cum tickle. She says, "mmmm, let me tighten and oil you, make sure you can't get away, hmm? Take the key away from you and just let you moan for as long as I want to keep you here..." I cum over the place, omg. Her words are so sexy. I get my strap and put it on the steel ring. Roping my ankles together, I menacle my wrists together through the strap ring, pulling some tension in. She gets up, grabs the key and tosses it on the luv seat, impossibly out of reach now. She tensions the spool up on me, with a secret smile of intent, stopping part way. I am asked by her if "I really want to keep going because if I say yes, she is NOT going back or letting me go for, say.... an hour? That is fair?" I take a deep breath, pause and say ,"yes, please." She continues tensoning the strap. My arms and legs pull tightly against my restraints. She cannot click the spool anymore. I am restrained very tight and helpless. Out comes the oil.....she pours it all over my chest and tummy. I get a little nervous and say ,"Umm, maybe I'm good now. I'm done." She just ignores me, and spreads the oil all over my body. She hangs up the tickler. The very sharp barbs of it rest on my touchy, post orgasm body. I flinch a bit, I am that touchy. "Maybe do this another night...let me go?" I ask. She smiles and calmly says no, then reaches over me for the fan. "Start with slow and tortuous, get you all hot n bothered moaning loud. Get you hard again? Then, come back an speed it up to fast and writhing, and maybe milk I will milk you dry myself...looool!!!" CLICK!!!! On it comes. I instantly flinch with erotic sensation with an OMG! She looks on smiling, , saying this is what I got... I was asked twice. On her way to the door she tells me to moan, scream all I want; it won't get me let go. She may pop in a few times to 'check' on me.
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It was the end of the day and Mark was a bit tired but eager to get on his computer and check the messages on the dating site. In recent days he had sent quite a few messages out to various people and had gotten a few replies. He had done his best to follow up on every single one of them. He wasn't one for Tinder as he was looking for a legitimate, thought out relationship with someone rather than just a quick hook up. Looking at all of the apps that were offered he didn't feel that many were very good. They all seemed to be based around quick relationships and hook ups. Instead he focused his time on building a solid profile and responding on a computer so that he could properly read and respond to each girl. However with the best of intentions things weren't going very well. He went to his messages and found no new replies. Over the course of the last week of the few girls that responded to him fewer and fewer kept the conversation going. Mark had made sure to try different tactics with each one all based on their profiles and messages. The girls that seemed to send longer more thought out messages he went along with and tried his best to have a solid back and forth conversation to get to know them better, these usually lasted a few days before asking for a number or asking them out. The ones with shorter more to the point messages he would jump on within a day. He would even reverse it a few times for good measure. He expected denials but instead would just have the girl drop the conversation entirely, mostly only a few messages in and even before he could ask them out. There was one girl however that he seemed to have hit it off with pretty well, they had been talking for close to a week now and she seemed to share most of his interests and hobbies. It was almost like talking to himself. Earlier in the week he had asked if she wanted to meet up, not long after she had said yes. She went on to say she'd let him know about the weekend. Mark figured if he had to go months of flaky people denying him and ghosting him for one to say yes it might be worth it. However it seemed that he had once again been ghosted. It was Friday now and his last messages to her was on Wednesday saying: "No problem, let me know which day works for you. I'm free the whole weekend and I have a few ideas for places we could go." When she didn't respond to it on Wednesday he followed up with a quick message to try and keep the conversation going in the meantime about one of their shared interests. He had hoped Friday would bring her back to the conversation being the start of the weekend but no. Nothing he could do now, it was pretty obvious the girl on the other side wasn't going to respond. He scrolled through his inbox. It was filled with failures on every level. He closed his web browser and sat there in defeat. He pulled out his phone. Perhaps a change was in order. Maybe he should give apps like Tinder a try, it couldn't hurt. Sure it was more based around hook ups and casual sex but perhaps he could find like minded people on there or try and start something more serious from something casual. He quickly downloaded the app and opened it up. Mark thought to himself, "This is it, right now I'm gonna make a nice, catchy profile but keep it simple. It's going to be good and its going to be appealing. People will swipe right for me and may even initiate the conversation". He opened it up and was prompted to sign in with Facebook. He quickly pressed it and bare bones profile came up. However something was off, where Mark, 27 should be there was Melissa, 22. And instead of his Facebook profile's picture there was a hot blonde in a skimpy dress showing off her big ass with a duck face. Mark couldn't help but laugh, he quickly signed out of it and tried again. However it was the same thing when he signed back in. This was getting weird. He uninstalled the app and reinstalled it. Same thing. What the fuck? As unlikely as it sounded maybe this chick used his phone to check her Facebook and forgot to sign out. He opened up Facebook and sure enough a Melissa account popped up. He scrolled through the account. This girl was smoking hot but didn't have much else going on. Her account was filled with stupid status' ranging from how she can't find the right guy to saying how horny she was. She seemed to have no filter or she was fishing for a fuck. As hot as it was this Melissa was not what Mark was into. Any of his friends would ridicule him for that sort of sentiment but he just wasn't interested. He quickly signed out of the account and attempted to sign into his but was unable. He tried resetting his password but it said his email didn't match any accounts. What was going on? During all of this Mark didn't take notice that he was beginning to change. Fixated on trying to troubleshoot his social media problems he had failed to realize that his hair was now the same color blonde and was slowly inching down towards his shoulders. Mark shut his phone off and turned it back on. Before he could do anything Tinder reopened to this Melissa's profile. There were more pictures now of her. They were all very seductive or slutty ranging from her laying ass up on a beach in a small bikini to her taking a selfie in a bathroom mirror in nothing but a towel. Mark was getting a little nervous something was going on. He put his phone down and stood up, that's when he felt his hair hit against him. He quickly moved his hand and felt it. Immediately he ran to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. Starring back at him was the face of Melissa. Holy fuck! How could he not have felt this? His face was now so soft, so clean. His eyes were now light blue and surrounded by eyeliner. His lips were small but plump, a light pink lipstick on them. This wasn't good, this couldn't be happening. How was this possible? Suddenly he felt a slight tingling in this throat and before he could figure out what it was his Adam's Apple was gone. Mark knew what that meant. He had to do something. Tinder! That's what was causing all of this, at least it was what likely started it. He ran back to his phone which now was in a pink phone case with a tassel of beads hanging from a small loop on one of the corners. He picked it up and opened it. His background was now Melissa on a beach hugging another girl. Both of their breasts pushing up against one another. No! Mark thought, this has to stop now! He pressed down on Tinder and deleted it. The icon disappeared only for it to reappear immediately. He tried again, it just kept reinstalling. Shit this was bad. He suddenly felt like his view was lowering, sure enough he was losing height. He went from 6'1 to 5'4 in a matter of moments. What can I do? I need to do something! Mark thought to himself. Panic was beginning to set in. An idea. He quickly went to his computer and woke it up. His background another slutty beach picture. He went to his dating site and sure enough his account had changed also to that of Melissa's. He quickly read through her information. This girl was only out for sex. Her profile told basic information about her. She worked at a salon and in her spare time loved going to bars, dancing, clubbing and concerts. He scrolled down to the looking for section "guys ages 21-40 for new friends, sex and short term dating. Mark began to really panic now. Quickly he tried to edit the page info back to his old one but each time he finished a section and saved it would revert back to Melissa's. He opened up Tinder again and her profile was filled out now. Heyyyy I'm Melissa. I work at a salon and am an expert at all things makeup. I lovvveee going to clubs, bars and concerts. I'm just a party girl at heart :) <3 Give me your best pickup lines. Buy me drinks and take me to a show and I promise to make it up to you ;) If you treat me right your biggest concern should be your place or mine? As Mark read this he felt his whole body begin to burn. It was getting really hot and his clothes started to hurt on his skin. He tried to resist it but relented after a moment. Quickly he stripped all of them off and felt immediate relief. To his horror though as he looked down he couldn't see a single hair on his body. His legs and arms were now slim and smooth and he had a perfect hourglass figure. He looked up and saw that his room was now adorned with girls clothing, makeup and pictures of Melissa and her friends. "No! No! Stop, please stop!" Mark picked up his laptop and threw it to the floor. It smashed and broke into numerous pieces. He went to his phone to do the same but saw that his laptop was back on his desk in perfect condition. His dating profile open to the inbox which was filled with new messages. Mark couldn't help but take a look. They were all filled with "Hey baby" and "Damn you're sexy". Nothing even remotely civil or nice. These guys were treating Melissa like a slut... because she was one. No! Mark slammed the laptop shut and stepped back only to trip onto his bed. He landed on it but felt that his ass had absorbed the most of it. He turned over and saw that it was now enormous. "I didn't want this!" He felt a tingle in his groin as his penis slowly withered away as it was replaced with a wet but well manicured vagina. Mark started to feel funny. He felt heavy in the chest and sure enough two D breasts slowly rose out of him. "No, I didn't even want to use Tinder. Please don't change me into her! I don't want to be a slut! I just wanted a girlfriend! I just wanted..." Mark suddenly felt different, almost lighter. All of what he was concerned and focused on before was gone. All that was worrying her now was what, or who, she was doing tonight and what she was going to wear. Melissa laid in her bed. It was Friday night and no one had asked her out! Was she not pretty enough? She was certainly horny enough, why hadn't any guys messaged her yet? She looked to her phone next to her and opened up Tinder. Her profile was good but it was missing something. A catchy picture. She thought for a second and then figured what she'd do. She lifted the phone up above her and covered her bare tits with her free hand. She smirked and took the picture. No that didn't come out right. She tried a few more times and finally found the right one. Quickly she added it to her profile and began swiping right on only the hot guys. In no time she had a bunch of matches. The first one was from some sort of ripped jock named Derek who messaged "I don't know what your initials are but mine are DTF". She replied "Really?" He quickly responded with "Oh yeah you know it." Melissa smiled and responded with "We'll why don't you come over here and prove it, here's my address. I'll be waiting". She closed the phone and stood up. Now, what was she going to wear when this guy showed up. After all she wanted to make it hard for him. That was half the fun.
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