As you're about to reach down for your clothes, you didn't notice they had changed. The jeans had been replaced with a denim micro shorts, the shirt now a slutty tube top, and your briefs a sexy lace g-string with a matching plunge bra. Not the only clothes that lay strewn on the bed either, each piece sluttier than the next with a set of leopard-print lingerie the centerpieces of the haphazard collection.
Though a few stood out, and not in a good way either, like the boring school uniform you wouldn't be caught dead in outside of school except for the fact the perverts who paid you to pretend date them loved being reminded they were getting sucked off by near jailbait. Half the time they didn't even get that far and creamed their pants before you had time to unbuckle their belt. “I mean, what kind of pathetic losers pay to have sex with a high school girl but, like, forget to buy their happy pills from the store.”
Wait... ugh, fuck this headache is... Something pulsed and you suddenly remembered drinking the potion turning you into a tanned gyaru. Looking around again with a new set of eyes, you realized that the room was entirely different. Far more girly. Instead of the nerdy anime figurines you had spent a life building, the shelves were stacked with beauty magazines, your collection of fashion accessories, heels, and sex toys. Those were so much more fun to play with than reading some VN.
“Like, this turned out so much better than I could fucking dream of.” You tried out your best nympho expression in the mirror, almost seeing the hearts appearing in your pupils, as you cupped and fondled your huge breasts. The potion had not only changed your body, but transported you to a reality perfect for taking advantage of it. If the person who sold them still existed in this anime/hentai reality, you made a promise to yourself that you'd fuck them free-of-charge.
After spending a few more minutes admiring yourself and sorting which set of memories belonged to Paul Johnson and which were Riko Sasaki, you made your way to the bathroom. You were still covered in icky sweet and who knew what else after passing out on the floor.
Not much had changed in terms of your living situation so it only barely took ten seconds moving between the rooms. Despite being in a different country and city you still lived in a small apartment downtown. And hearing the rhythmic thudding and feminine and masculine groans coming from the main bedroom confirmed that the walls were still paper thin.Dammit, instead of leaving me passed out on the floor, mom should've told me she had brought over another stud to keep her company while dad is on another one of his business trips.
You unhooked the shower nozzle and brought it down to your pussy before turning on the water and feeling it blast against your sensitive sex. “Nggh...,” you bit back a moan as you added your fingers to the mix. You were careful to not break any of your long, garish nails as your fingertips found themselves deep in your quivering sex. “Mmm, like that, yes, fuck my pussy. Make me moan like a slut.”
The rush of water hid the sound of your masturbation but couldn't overpower your mother or her friend's frenzied sex. If you didn't have school, you'd crash their little party instead of... finger... fuck...ing... yourself raw. “Cum, nghhh..., inside me, paint my womb with the sperm of your thick and hard cock,”
You altered the nozzle into a single stream and directed it toward your aching clit. It felt like your knees turned to jelly as you sank to the tiled floor. “FUUUUCKKKKK!!” Every muscle in your crotch spasmed. Just need a little more. You pressed your fingers against the wall of your pussy. Letting the grunts coming from the other side fill your imagination of being taken roughly and without remorse as you moved them against your g-spot.
You withdrew fingers moments before you came, but didn't stop as you begun furiously moving your fingers over your gushing, squirting, sex as you painted the glass with your juices.
“Like, so much better than I could have imagined,” you sighed weakly and tried to get up, but then decided that you preferred to sit down and not because your legs were still weak. Your pussy was still twitching from the orgasm. It felt so much better than masturbating with a penis.
Didn't change the fact you had school though. Not like I need to study to pass or fuck a teacher for an A anymore. At least a few of the teachers were hot and you wouldn't mind having sex with them just because you could.