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PGAD - Chapter 14
🕑 Added 2022-03-28 17:03:01 +0000 UTC14.
The problem is you know better…
That was the overarching theme of the week. It had been a been a weekend of the hottest, steamiest, messiest sex Sara could imagine. She had done filthier, raunchier things than she’d ever thought she was capable of. Really dirty, nasty, slutty things.
Sam and Rick had used her every which way. At first, Sara had thought of it as her using the both of them, but by the end of the weekend, it was clear beyond doubt who was using whom. When she was down on her knees as they both jacked off on her face and tits, when each of them had fucked her in the ass and then pulled out, shoving their squirting cocks into her eager mouth for her to suck and swallow the cum down, when she’d let them piss all her while fingering herself to an orgasm, there wasn’t a lot to debate.
That was all well and fine, because Sara liked getting used, being treated like a completely depraved nympho whore.
But by Sunday evening, Sam and Rick were long gone, having flown back to wherever they came from, and it was time for her to get back to the reality of another work week as her real self. Reluctantly but dutifully taking the tablet to restore herself back to her stumpy, dumpy, overweight and unattractive self, Sara spontaneously decided to leave her inhibitions fully suppressed, even as she was aware of the circular motivation of having no inhibitions that caused her to make that decision.
What she found though, was that it wasn’t really about the inhibitions. Even without them, she still felt pretty crappy about herself. There was a certain amount of "I can’t fucking believe I did that” shock, but that was mostly in an awestruck, admiring way. Her elevated libido was reinforcement of that, since if she did think too long about the weekend, she’d inevitably have to go finger herself to a quick orgasm to clear her head again.
But nothing could clear that feeling of unease that stayed with her all week long; it wasn’t the inhibitions that caused it. It was simply the knowledge. Sara knew the root cause of all of this behavior. Just as she knew that her libido was the reason that she was acting like a slut, she knew too that lowering her inhibitions gave her a confidence that wasn’t her own, was nothing more than a Band-Aid suppressing her guilt.
Her lowered inhibitions made her feel better, but knowing why she felt better made Sara feel worse.
The problem was, she knew better.
Just stop thinking about it so damn much, she told herself. And throughout the day, that did work; when she was consumed with her typically packed schedule, she hardly had time to think about it anyway, except when her lust was surging and she needed to take one of her “bathroom breaks”.
During the evenings though, no matter how late she stayed at work, inevitably Sara would find herself at home alone with her thoughts, and after attending to her libido with porn and sex toys, Sara would be left with some moments of clarity without distraction. It was during those times that she felt the lowest.
As she had done so often lately, Sara’s thoughts turned to the tablet – the cause and solution to so many problems. What could she do, what could she change about herself to make herself think less? When she scrolled through all of the now familiar options on the tablet’s interface nightly, there was only one setting she saw that she thought would help.
And it was the most dangerous idea yet.
It was crazy to even contemplate, but somehow the idea held appeal and as the week progressed, the appeal only grew. Somehow, it seemed like the pinnacle, the one missing aspect of this new persona she had created. In some way, it just instinctively made sense. After all, her altered self was virtually the opposite of who Sara was in every other way, why should this be any different?
She was short, fat, plain. Her eyes and hair were dark. She was wrinkly and going gray. Her thighs and belly were large, her chest was small. She was careful and strategic, conservative and proper.
The uninhibited, blonde, young sex-bomb she had created was really somehow a total rejection of everything that she was, everything she had worked towards. In the end, with the choice to be anything she wanted, Sara had elected to remake herself into everything she was not, except for this thing she was now contemplating.
And somehow it just fit. Even though Sara found the idea horrifying, it held some kind of perverse draw. Imagining what it would be like, the greatest, undeniable appeal revolved around one thing that she realized more and more that she yearned for – doing this would be truly, completely liberating.
Her eyes hovered over the label, unwavering, having that same old internal conversation with herself. What if she did it? What if she took her finger and slid that bar all the way down?
It would mean no more convoluted thoughts. No more questioning the source of her motives, trying to figure out how much of her behavior came from herself and how much came from the tablet and the changes it brought. No more wondering if this was her true desire, and if it was, feeling badly about wanting it. Or if it wasn’t, feeling badly about wanting it only because she’d been altered. Feeling badly about giving in to her urges. About wanting, enjoying being a hot, horny little slut.
The problem was that no matter what she changed about herself, she knew about those changes, and she would never be able to stop questioning it.
The problem was her knowledge.
The problem was her intelligence.
If Sara swiped her finger, if she dropped her Intelligence, she would stop thinking about it. She’d stop questioning it all. She wouldn’t even understand all of the things incessantly swirling around in her head at the moment.
Sara had always bitterly reflected on how dumb people just seemed happier... and now she could become one of them. It was an abhorrent thought, and she’d mentally recoiled upon even thinking of it initially. And yet, somehow there was still that gravitational draw…
Sara imagined doing it. Adding it to the ‘Slut’ profile. And hitting ‘Apply’, that intimately familiar feeling washing over her. Her body changing, receding and expanding in all the right places, growing younger, thinner, fitter, bustier. And then her mind going mercifully blank, free of all of her ongoing constant concerns, more than her inhibitions disappearing, but even the idea of inhibitions no longer a consideration, evaporating from her head as it grew blonder and prettier, her eyes growing wide as they turned sky-blue and vacuous.
Sara fingered herself, moaning loudly, incredibly turned on by the idea of completing this last, final step, and fully transforming herself into a hot, blonde, bimbo slut.
***
“Oh gawd… Oh my gawd!”
Best weekend everrrrr, Sara thought, cumming hard.
It was Sunday morning, and she didn’t really remember where she was or how she’d gotten there. All she knew was that Ted was awesome, so much awesomer than she’d thought when they’d first met. That first time they had fucked had been sucha disappointment. He hadn’t lasted long at all, and he didn’t really have a big dick either.
But, wow, he’d changed her mind now. Sara vaguely recalled using the tablet Friday evening. She had dialed the Intelligence setting down a good amount in the ‘Slut’ profile and hit ‘Apply’, then falling to the floor, thrashing and twitching as her belly flattened, her tits expanded, her legs lengthening as they slimmed, the fat melting away as taut, svelte muscles emerged. And then the nanites had gone to work on her brain, it was just like she’d thought it would be: a dreamy, carefree happiness drifting in as her mind turned to mush, all of the higher thinking draining away.
“Gawd, I’m turning into such a dumb fucking whore,” she’d gasped, moaning loudly as she groped and pawed herself, fingering herself until she squirted all over the carpet a couple of times.
Sara had gotten to her feet unsteadily, feeling dizzy as fuck from cumming so hard. She knew that she had a really big plan, but she couldn’t really remember from, again, cumming so much.
“Fuck.. I guess I really did cum my brains out,” she muttered, before laughing her head off. That was really fucking funny.
But Sara, back when she’d had her wits about her, had been intelligent enough, naturally, to foresee a problem like this. In the bathroom, laying on top of the expensive Carrera marble vanity were two things. A very short, very slutty black dress and a business card with Ted’s name and number on it. She’d pulled the dress on and given Ted a call, who unsurprisingly had not forgotten her and was only all too glad to hear from her, though he was confused as to why she called herself ‘Sara’ instead of ‘Stephanie’.
”Oops,” she had said. “I was supposed to give you my fake name again. I forgot. Gawd, I’m sucha dumbass.
“Well anyway, come pick me up!”
Luckily, what she had done to her intelligence had no bearing on her ability to do her makeup and Sara was able to tart herself up real good while waiting for Ted to arrive. She helped herself to some vodka and when she heard the car horn beep in her driveway, she took the bottle with and climbed into the expensive German coupe.
“Wow, you look great!” Ted exclaimed, nearly clipping her mailbox as he backed out onto the street.
“Thank you, handsome,” Sara replied, and gave him a wet, open mouthed, vodka-tinged kiss for the compliment. “Where are we going anyway?”
“House party,” he said simply. “Some people I know.”
It had been a rather long car ride, their destination being a ways off, but it had been mostly a hazy enjoyable blur for Sara. She and Ted took turns taking pulls of the vodka, and talk had turned towards their last encounter.
“It wasn’t my fault!” Ted had protested. “You’re just too fucking hot. What man wouldn’t have gotten off so prematurely being in the same position?!
“Besides,” he’d added. “It had been a little while for me. You know, it makes you more sensitive…”
Sara had nodded, even though she didn’t know and wasn’t thinking about much of anything at the moment.
“So… if you want to get ahead of a problem like that, there’s one way to go about it…”
Ted glanced over her, but she had only blinked at him with a slight crease in her brow as she tried to figure out what he was getting at. He’d given a few more spectacularly unsubtle hints before giving up and pointing down at his crotch.
When Sara saw the bulge in his pants, things finally clicked and a bright smile broke out on her beautiful face. She dove right in and sucked him off as he drove, her head bobbing up and down in his lap while they flew down the expressway.
“This will help,” Sara murmured between slurping on his drooling head as she slammed her hand up and down. She felt like a total genius for figuring it out. “If you cum now, you won’t be too sensitive when you fuck me later…”
Ted had swerved badly as he jetted into her mouth, but he’d managed to stay on the road.
***
“Jesus, Teddy…”
The look on the tall, attractive man’s face when he opened the door of the expansive house was one of incredulous, amused disbelief. He openly leered at Sara from head to toe. “I don’t know how you do it…”
“Charisma, George, my boy,” Ted answered. “Not all of us were born with your killer good looks!
“Thanks for the invite,” he added as they laughed and clapped each other on the back.
“Well, it looks like you’ve had a bit of a party already, huh? You got a little right here, sweetheart.” George pointed to the corner of his own mouth.
“Huh?” Sara wiped at her mouth and chin in turn, seeing a glob of semen come away, coating her fingers. “Whoops!”
She sucked her fingers clean, causing the man to break out into a huge grin, before he gave her a cock-eyed appraising look. “You know… Somehow, I can tell – you’ll fit right in with our crowd.” Sara didn’t really understand what he meant by that, but she smiled politely as he and Ted laughed again while George stepped to the side, holding the door open for the pair of them.
The house was immense and elaborate, perhaps even larger and more expensive than Sara’s. In the expansive living room, there was a small gathering of people, holding cocktails and chatting in pairs. A crackling fire was going in the wood-burning fireplace.
Ted introduced Sara to each of them, nearly all of whom seemed to know one another. Each of the couples were very friendly, the men and the women both eyeing Sara with overt interest and appreciation. Sara couldn’t help but notice that all of the couples were very good-looking as well. They all seemed like they were in great relationships too, as all of them were very physical, a lot of arm strokes and lingering kisses. It was turning Sara on.
“Meet my wife, Linda,” George said. His wife was striking, tall, shapely, with shining straight dark hair and exotic, bright green eyes. Her bust wasn’t as enormously ripe as Sara’s but still large by any standard. Sara’s eyes roved over her body, thinking that perhaps she should make another profile.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Linda leaned in, giving Sara a flame-igniting kiss on the lips. Ted and George exchanged grins again.
“The pleasure is all mine,” Sara answered sincerely, if a little breathlessly.
She accepted a glass of red wine from George, which did its job maintaining the heady buzz Sara was already feeling from all of the vodka on the way over.
Over the next few hours, she mostly smiled and sipped wine as various people came over and chatted with her. It was really all she could manage. For one, everyone was much smarter than her and she had no clue what was going on in most of the conversations. But also, she was getting a little drunk and it was pretty hard to focus. And then on top of it all, she couldn’t help but be distracted by just how attractive everyone was, and they were a very friendly, affectionate bunch. The men would put an arm around her trim waist or shoulder or the small of her back, rubbing lightly. The women would lean in and whisper little jokes or witty comments in her ear. Between the wine and the intimate conversation, Sara was feeling very hot and bothered.
Sara figured she must be really drunk and confused because it didn’t seem that much later that she found herself standing alone to the side, openly gawking while most of the group were making out, only it seemed to her like they were all kissing other people than the ones they came with, which didn’t make sense at all. And then some of them were kissing the people they came with, and then kissing someone else, before turning back and resuming. And more confusing still, some of the girls were even kissing each other… She stared, entranced at the scene before her.
“Enjoying yourself?” Linda appeared behind her to one side, and she too was speaking in a low voice, close to Sara's ear, making her shiver slightly and let out a quiet, involuntary moan as she nodded.
“Yea… totally…”
“I love how open with your sexuality you are,” Linda husked.
It was only then that Sara realized she was touching herself through her skimpy black dress, both caressing her own tits and rubbing herself between the legs. Linda’s hands joined her own, their fingers intertwined, as she began gently kissing and licking Sara’s neck from behind.
Sara felt her temperature rising, her nipples hardening, her slit starting to drip as Linda’s hands first accompanied Sara’s movements and then gradually began taking charge. Soon it was Linda’s hands in control, guiding Sara, using her own hands to feel herself up with growing excitement. She panted, her eyes locked on the others in the room who were also escalating, being to undress, as she twitched and writhed in Linda’s arms.
She couldn’t take it any longer, whipping around, throwing her own arms around Linda’s neck and began furiously making out with her, enticingly, agonizingly aware of the way their big tits were pushed up against each other’s. Linda was kissing her back with equal passion, her hands first on the small of her back, then going lower, groping her firm, tight ass.
Eventually Linda broke away, face flushed, chest heaving. She took Sara’s hand in her own again, fingers intertwined. “C’mon. Let’s go upstairs…”
“Hey, now… Bad form!” One of the men, not sounding entirely serious, was looking over, even as his pants were down around his ankles. Two women were on their knees in front of him, taking turns blowing him and making out.
“Party host makes the rules,” Linda replied teasingly as she led Sara up the grand, curved staircase.
When she led Sara into the opulent, high-ceilinged bedroom, dimly lit by many candles, Sara tried to kiss her again, but Linda gently put fingers against her full lips. Sara eagerly kissed her fingertips, licking and then sucking before Linda withdrew them.
“Slow down… Let’s take our time…”
“Ok,” Sara whimpered, practically trembling with need.
Linda gave her an appraising look with those amazing green eyes of hers. “You’ve never been with a woman before, have you..?”
Sara admitted it with a shake of her head.
“I see… Well, seeing as how it’s your first time, I hope this moment will be special for you.”
Linda laid her back gently on the plush, enormous bed before climbing on top, astride. She leaned in, giving her another scorching, slow sensuous kiss, her lips parting, her tongue sliding into Sara’s mouth. She ran a hand through Sara’s blonde mane as they made out heavily, with increasing energy. Sara’s hands wandered all over Linda’s body, nearly as tight and fit as her own.
Linda finally broke away, first returning to Sara’s neck, then moving lower with a trail of kisses, first to her nape, then her delicate collarbone, and then lower still. She exposed one Sara’s enormous breast, pausing her a second, and feeling Linda’s hot, excited breath on her turgid nipple made Sara nearly groan with frustration, but then Linda took it into her mouth, slowly, tantalizingly until she was sucking hard, and Sara moaned aloud, her back arched off the bedspread.
Even as she was licking and sucking and biting, Linda’s hands were moving down until they were at the brief hemline of Sara’s dress, hiking it up inch by inch, exposing Sara, stopping only when it was bunched up just below her bust. And then Linda was kissing more, lingering, licking wet kisses on Sara’s flat, toned stomach, and then her curved hip bone, then her slim thigh, and then the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thigh…
Sara was breathing hard, nearly hyperventilating, relishing every second, but also beside herself with wanton lust, needing more.
“Linda,” She half gasped, half moaned. “Please..!”
“What is it?” Linda inquired casually, as she languidly licked Sara’s inner thigh, inches away from her dripping sex. “Please what?”
“I need it… Oh god, I need it so fucking bad…”
Linda’s full lips moved just a touch higher, slightly more inwards. “Need what?”
“You know…” Sara was practically whining. She wanted to grab Linda’s head and force it, make her give her that pleasure that she needed so badly.
“Do you… do you want me to lick your cunt?” Linda’s green eyes gleamed brightly in the low light.
Hearing Linda’s smutty words made Sara so desperately horny. “Yes… yes, please!”
“Well…” Linda considered. “I need to hear you say it. Tell me you want me to lick your cunt.”
Sara was out of her mind with longing and lust.
“Lick my cunt, Linda!” she immediately begged. “Please, lick my cunt, lick it, eat my wet little cunt, please..!”
Linda knew Sara was at her limit and immediately gave her the gratification she was so urgently seeking. Linda leaned in and gave a hard, pressing lap of her tongue, starting down at Sara’s taint, up her slit, lingering at her hard, painfully engorged clit.
“ Ahhhhhhhhhhh!”
Sara screamed out, raving, as Linda buried herself between her legs, licking, lapping, sucking, her tongue sliding deep in her wet, dripping folds. Her hands were on Sara’s ass again, holding her tight to her talented mouth and tongue as Sara thrashed around frantically, unable to escape the pleasure even as it became too intense.
Linda was tonguing her clit hard and Sara thought she would pass out from the intensity, but Linda was relentless, determined to deliver this tortuous bliss. And even as Sara thought she couldn’t tolerate it for another second, it served only to trigger the most intense, powerful orgasm she'd ever had.
“Unnnnnnnnhhhhh!” Sara squealed loudly, hips gyrating, pussy gushing, and knowing that she was squirting all over Linda’s beautiful face only made her cum harder. The climax made her almost painfully sensitive, but Linda was doing it again, or still doing it, still gripping her hard by the ass, mouth locked on to her slit, tongue lapping hard against her clit, over and over again.
“Ahhh! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh! I can’t..!” Sara was gibbering mindlessly, as Linda expertly forced another pulsing, throbbing, gushing orgasm out of her.
“OHHHHHHHHHHH,” Sara groaned heavily, eyes rolling back, grabbing handfuls of Linda’s dark hair as her hips twitched, humping her face. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
She went limp as her second climax receded, panting hard, mind blown. She could barely move, and when Linda crawled up, her mouth and chin dripping with Sara’s lubrication, Sara could barely muster up the will to pull her back down and slide her own tongue into Linda’s mouth.
***
It had been a long night. She wasn’t sure at what point Ted and George had joined them. It had already been several orgasms later, after Sara and Linda had explored every inch of each other, covered in each other’s sweat, saliva and lubrication. By then, the men were more than welcome with their long hard cocks, giving each of them what the women had been missing until then. It had been an amazing night. Lying next to each other, or on top of each other, both of them on all fours facing each other, making out as Ted or George fucked each of them in turn, in all of their holes. Hours of drunken, hot, wet, thrashing, squirting animal rutting and mating. Sara had passed out or fallen asleep a few times and either woken up to someone licking or fucking her or crawled over and woken someone up to screw some more.
And now with the morning light creeping in through the window, they were all awake, ready for more. Sara was riding on top of Ted, grinding. George was behind her, his long cock buried in her ass. And Linda was in front of her, not facing her this time, standing up on the bed but nearly doing the splits as she leaned up against the headboard, while Sara eagerly lapped her ass.
“Mmmmppph, mmmmphhhh, mmppppphhhh…” Sara’s brainless moans were muffled as she was pounded in both of her holes, the men's’ thrusts shoving her face into Linda’s rear. She licked hungrily at the sticky, salty mess of Ted and George’s combined semen that was dripping out of Linda’s asshole, trying to lick as deeply inside of her ass as possible.
It was only when Ted and George unloaded in her ass and pussy, that she stopped for a moment, leaning up against Linda’s sticky, dirty ass, calling out as she came.
“Oh gawd… Oh my gawd!”
It really was the best weekend, Sara thought, burying her face back into Linda’s rear.
