Since Chris was the ringleader of the group, I figured it was best to focus on him. I needed to humiliate him, but I wanted to avoid bullying him back the same way he had done to me. Somehow, I wanted to change him so that he would help out the guys he had bullied before. An idea occurred to me. What was it that most young guys wanted more than anything else? I smiled at the obvious answer. "That will work," I said to myself, proud of my twisted imagination.
I made my wish and watched the mayhem unfold before me.
Several things happened in a row to Chris. First, his clothes vanished. Yeah, I know that is my oldest trick now, but it was a great starting place for what was to come. Chris was so stoned by this point that he barely noticed his bare body until a cool breeze made him shiver.
"What the fuck?" he mumbled as he looked down at himself.
"Whoa," said one of his cronies holding a hand up in front of himself to shield Chris's dick from his view. "Keep your pants on, dude."
The other guys laughed, while Chris confusedly looked around for his missing clothes, still baffled by how they had left his body in the first place. "What the fuck?" he muttered.
The second change hit him then. His penis started to shrink.
"Dude, looks like you've got a serious case of shrinkage down there," said another one of his cronies.
Still bleary-eyed but rapidly sobering up, Chris looked down to discover that he'd already lost a few inches from his dick. What really sobered him up was when he noticed that it was still getting smaller.
"What's up with the cocktail weenie, Chris?" said the most sober one of the group.
Not even thinking about the audience around him, Chris grabbed his shrinking genitals and felt them deflate even more in his hand. Then, to his horror, he felt them seemingly suck up inside of this body. The new hole they left behind reshaped itself. Chris lifted his hand and stared at the mound that had replaced his dick and balls.
"'The fuck?" said one of the guys. "Chris has a pussy?"
"What the hell?" said another.
The whole group stared down with Chris at his new female genitals in stunned silence. At this point, that was all that had changed on his body.
Time for the third part, I thought. Chris's body started to reshape itself much like his genitals had just done. His bulky body started to slim down, particularly around his waist, as all of his body hair vanished. He shrank several inches from an intimidating 6'2" to a more modest 5'9". His chest started to balloon out into a pair of round breasts that sported ever growing and darkening areolas and nipples. His legs slimmed down a bit, while developing a more feminine curve to them. His feet and hands shrank and reshaped into more dainty female forms. His ass and hips grew like ripening fruit to create a dramatic hourglass figure. Above it all, his face reshaped itself into something that belonged in a porno, with thick, pouting lips and seductive eyes.
In seconds, Chris had gone from an intimidating guy with a new pussy to an absurdly sexy young lady with breasts like basketballs and an ass twice as wide as her narrow waist.
"Oh my god," Chris cried, frowning, as she gazed down at her impossible new breasts. Her dainty hands grabbed them. I saw her eyes close as the sensual pleasure from fondling her huge nipples washed over her. "Oh my god," she cried again, smiling this time.
Her friends looked on, hardly believing their own eyes, it seemed.
But, even that big change was not the end. One last change was already taking place. This one was less visible, except in the reactions it caused in Chris and her friends. I could see it all on their faces.
A surge of hormones washed over Chris, making her already huge nipples harden and her new pussy swell and dampen. A horny sensation, more intense than she had ever imagined was possible to feel, rushed through her. Pure sexual desire filled her, blocking out all other thoughts in her mind. She no longer cared about what had happened to her, no longer wondered how or why her sex had reversed. All she wanted was sexual pleasure, and she needed her lust satisfied right now.
At the same time as her hormones kicked into overdrive, her pheromones experienced a similar boost in power. If her new sexy figure had not been enough to attract the guys around her, the new sexual scent coming off of her was enough to get all of the guys around her nearly drooling with desire for her. All of them now sported noticeable bulges in their pants, and none of them seemed to care that the object of their desire was a former male friend of theirs.
Chris staggered towards the nearest guy, still a bit unbalanced by the new weight distribution on her female form. They immediately embraced each other and locked lips in a mindlessly passionate kiss. When they came up for air, a momentary look of confusion crossed Chris's face. I could see that the lingering memories of her life as a man had hit her and she realized that she had never kissed a guy before. Through the fog of the hormones and the drugs, I could see a brief look of revulsion in her face, and I smiled as this was the ultimate torture I had given her.
Nothing I had changed about her had made her attracted to men, you see. At least, not mentally. Physically, that was another story. She craved cock and physical stimulation like a junkie needed a fix. She hungered for the taste and smell of sweaty men and their irresistible pheromones. She thirsted for cum like a dehydrated sex addict. In spite of theses urges, she was still as mentally attracted to women and disinterested in men as she had been before as a guy. She was repulsed by her own desires, yet powerless to fight them.
"No," I heard her mutter to herself in a sexy soprano as the realization of her horrible new predicament hit her full force. "Oh, God!" She was going to have sex with her friends, all of them, if she could. And, there was no way she could stop herself, no matter how revolting she found her own desires to be. I watched as she tried to fight it, tried to control herself, but her body seemed to move on its own, dropping to her knees, her dainty hands unzipping the jeans of the guy in front of her. She licked her lips and drooled a bit as she smelled his delicious, musky cock and hungered to swallow it and all the cum she could milk out of it.
She sucked him off, moaning in ecstasy. His face contorted, as I watched her greedily swallow every drop of warm cum that filled her mouth.
She wiped her lips, and I saw a momentary flash of hope on her face, as if she were thinking, "That has to be enough. Maybe I can stop now." But, when she turned, two of the other guys had already stripped naked and were approaching her. Her lust took over again, and she laid on her back spreading her legs wide, her sopping wet pussy inviting all comers to penetrate it. She massaged her huge tits in gleeful anticipation of the fucking to come. The first one to reach her mindlessly thrust himself inside of her and roughly grabbed hold of her ample tit flesh as he thrust himself in her over and over at a frantic pace. Seconds later, he moaned and slumped on top of her, his still hard, wet cock, slipping out of her pussy, which drooled out his cum after it. She groaned in frustration. He was done before she had even come close to coming herself.
By this point, all of the guys were naked and hard as rocks, they surrounded her. One pushed his friend aside, slid into her pussy, and started to fuck her. Another one tipped both of them over on their sides and penetrated her from behind. A third guy had his dick in her face, which she happily swallowed. A fourth guy put her soft hand on his dick, and she got to work on him too. The remaining guys, seeing that there was no way for her to fuck them as the rest of her body was occupied, proceeded to dry jerk themselves off over the rest of the guys. Everyone groaned and moaned and grunted for minutes, until one by one each guy came, spurting cum in or on her body somewhere. By the end of it all, even Chris had come at last.
Everyone slumped to the ground and lay there in a sticky heap, just panting and smiling, exhausted. Around them, beer bottles (some part-full) and a still smoldering joint sat forgotten.
Chris moaned in satisfaction, her earlier resistance momentarily overcome by the pleasure of her first female orgasm. In spite of feeling sore in places that had not been a part of her anatomy only an hour ago, she felt good, very good. Unfortunately, her satisfaction was short-lived. The craving was growing in her again almost immediately. Apparently, even what she had experienced already was not enough. Not yet.
"More," she said. "Mooore!" she purred at the heap of living sex toys around her, her boys. She hated them, and she wanted them. She was desperate for another orgasm, and she needed it now.
One of the guys unsteadily obliged her and slid his still wet cock back inside of her. He lasted much longer this time than before, which afforded her time to tweak her own nipples and massage her clit enough to come several more times before he blew a new load up in her already cum-filled cunt. He passed out on top her, his face buried between her pillowy tits. She looked too weak from exhaustion to push him off of her, although the revulsion was back in her eyes as she stared down at him. The lust had slackened in her at last, and now she was able to fully appreciate the horror of what had become of her. Feeling trapped and ashamed by her own body, she started to cry, loudly sobbing as the guys on and around her rested happily.
I just stared at the scene in front of me and thought about the future. I knew a few things that awaited her. For one thing, the lust would be back sooner than she would expect, maybe even later that night. With the hormones and libido I had given her, she would need at least half a dozen orgasms a day to even start to satisfy her irresistible sexual cravings. Also, obviously she would have a hard time getting back into her old life. Maybe she could convince her family about what had happened to her. Even if she manages that trick, she would never be able to go back to life as it was. Sex was all that would occupy her mind most of the time, sex with men that she found both irresistible and repulsive. Who knows if she will ever get used to it? I didn't, and, by that point, I didn't really care, either. Chris Wooten was effectively gone now. The sex craved nympho that lay there was no longer a threat to anyone and a real treat for any guy that wanted her. Maybe some of the guys who she had once bullied will help satisfy her needs now. She could not refuse them if she tried.
I decided to take a walk then, leaving her to face her fate. My mind drifted as my feet lead me who knows where.