The Whore and the Cunt

Your ex-girlfriend Janice wasn’t the most stable person. She wasn’t batshit crazy per say, but she often freaked out over little things, and could be emotionally manipulative, preventing you from going out with friends, and going as far as sneaking on your phone to make sure you didn’t speak to any girls. Your self-esteem was so low at that point, it took you years to realize that this relationship was toxic and not doing you any good, actually contributing to your negative mindset and depression. And you weren’t able to do it yourself. Liana, a coworker, was your biggest supporter over the year, being there when you needed to talk and vent, hearing your relationship horror stories, providing you comfort and companionship. Of course, Janice never knew about her, or she would have flipped her shit and forced you to change jobs. Even when you left her in the end she didn’t know of Liana’s influence on your decision, of how she helped you on the path to self-acceptance and a healthy mindset. She didn’t even know the other girl existed, and you intended to keep it that way, seeing how Janice wasn’t the most reasonable person when it came to those kinds of things.

Obviously, one thing led to another, and you eventually started dating Liana. Having cut Janice from your life was the best decision you ever made, and since burning the bridges with her 100% you never felt better, you were a changed man. After that you only grew closer to the woman who had helped you through all this, who had been so kind and comprehensive with you all these months. She really was the opposite of your ex, a compassionate and sweet woman who loved you for who you were and encouraged you in what you did. And in return you did your best to be the same to her, a loving and caring boyfriend who supported her in all things.

And like all normal couples in relationships, you had a healthy, non-abusive sex life that you both enjoyed very much, giving as well as receiving. This was one of such occasions, where you both started feeling frisky while watching a TV show, and your girlfriend started making out with you, then got down to her knees on the floor, unzipping your pants and fishing out your hard cock, and giving you a passionate blow job. You threw your head back, moaning in pleasure as you passed your hand in Liana’s hair, when you heard the front door open and close, with someone walking into the living room. You looked to the side and saw with horror that it was Janice who had walked in, malicious, evil smile plastered on her face. You tried to tell Liana to stop, to step away and cover yourself, yet you couldn’t move, you couldn’t speak. Liana didn’t even seem to react to your ex’s presence, who had now knelt down next to her, and kept on pleasuring you with her mouth.

“What a lovely girl you have replaced me with Peter. So beautiful, so kind, so well mannered. Liana, right? Yes, I know her name, and I know you started seeing her before you broke up with me. I knew I should have kept a closer eye on you. But seeing her now, I can hardly blame you now, can I? Such a pretty girl. She poisoned you against me, telling you lies to break us apart and take you for herself. But not to worry my love, I can fix this. I have gained powers that will let me free you from her grasp.”

What Janice was saying was downright crazy, she had never been this bad before. Yet why were you unable to move? And why was Liana still sucking your dick like she wasn’t even there right next to her, speaking of taking you back? You started to get worried, when suddenly Janice’s eyes started glowing red, and when she spoke up again her voice resounded deeper, reverberating into your soul.

“She seems to be an eager one, this Liana, so passionate about making her man feel good with her mouth. She really is a pro and sucking cock, isn’t she Peter? Yes, I do think she is a professional… But what makes a professional different from anyone else? They get paid for what they do, that’s what. And what do you call someone who gets paid for blowing dicks, for sex? A prostitute, that’s what you call them. And going by that string of logic, Liana here must be a whore!”

You gasped as you noticed changes happening to your girlfriend with every word out of your ex’s mouth. Her hair became messy, greasy, and unkempt. Her light, tasteful makeup became heavy and smeared. Gone were her casual, clothes, revealing her naked body. Trashy tattoos materialized all over her, as piercings appeared in her ears, her nose, even on her nipples. Her blowjob became more and more sloppy, less focused on your pleasure and more on getting the job done, as she started to moan overenthusiastically, fondling your balls, and trying to make you cum as fast as she could.

“Yes, admit it Peter. This isn’t your cute and adoring girlfriend Liana, who loves you more than anything else in the world. This girl is just a cheap, dirty hooker named Desiree, who agreed to suck your cock for nothing more than a bill of 20$. She doesn’t love you, never did and never will, and as soon as you blow your load in her mouth, she will be off to find her next paying customer. Which should be right about…. Now.”

Out of nowhere and orgasm came crashing down of you, your dick exploding with jizz, spraying it all over the poor slut’s face, what was her name again, Destiny or something? She got up, taking her shirt as a rag to clean up her face of your spunk before putting it on again. She then held out her hand expectedly, as you pulled a crumpled 20$ note from your wallet, handing it to her. She then took her stuff and walked out of your place, while Janice yelled out.

“I hope you have lube in that purse of yours, I have a feeling your next client is going to want anal!” She chuckled at that, as the whore made a fuck you sign over her shoulder, not breaking pace and slamming the door behind her. Janice meanwhile turned back to you, all smiles and charm, like she would get when she wanted something, back before you broke up… Wait, why did you even break up? Your memories were jumbled up together, and you stood there confused as Janice presented her ass to you, her voice soft and hopeful.

“So, now that Liana is out of the way as nothing more than a dirty skank, we can go back together, right my love? She is no longer there to steal you away from me, my dear Peter!”

She made her wide puppy eyes, making herself look cute and desirable, but something clicked in your mind when she mentioned your girlfriend’s name, your memories coming back into place, a sudden clarity overtaking your mind.

“Wait… Liana! She isn’t some whore; she is my girlfriend! She works with me at the office, she doesn’t sell herself on the streets… It’s you! With your red glowing eyes, you did this to her! You made her into a prostitute! Change her back right now you manipulative bitch! You perverted monster! She doesn’t deserve this!”

“Me? I’m the monster? I’m the bitch? She is the one who turned you against me, just to have you for herself! I knew how great a man you were from the start, that’s why I was so protective of you, I knew that as soon as they would get to know you, all the other girls out there would do whatever it took to steal you away from me! And I was right! See what happened? First girl that got close to you immediately turned you against me and snatched you up right after. I know what happened, I saw it, using my new powers, so don’t try to deny it! All I did is unleash her inner slut, the one that was in there all along. It was all a front you know. The niceness, the kindness, the love? She just wanted to string you along and use you, take advantage of you! She doesn’t deserve you like I do. I gave her what she deserved, a life on the streets with the other lying whores, selling her body to whomever will pay. Its more honest than what she was doing with you. See, I can show you where she is now. Doesn’t she look happy? I gave her the life that fit her personality best, her real personality, not what she was showing to you.”

Unbidden, the image of Liana appeared in your mind, as clear as if you were really there. Except it wasn’t your cute, respectable, loving girlfriend. It was the whore, Desiree, in her trashy get up, her body advertised like a product, which it technically was now. She was waiting next to a dumpster, foraging for food or valuables, you couldn’t tell. But one thing was apparent, it was that she did seem happy, somewhat. Not ecstatic, but just genuinely content. Maybe she really was better this way… Maybe this was really who she was, and maybe her life now was what it was meant to be. You blinked, your vision returning to normal, and you saw Janice’s eyes were glowing red, yet again. She was influencing your thoughts!

“You are doing it again! Trying to manipulate me into a relationship with you! Well, it won’t work, my love for Liana is too powerful for your powers, you can’t brainwash me into forgetting her, as you can see. Now change her back, undo whatever foul magic you did to her and bring her back here, right now! After that I want you to leave and never speak to us again, you hear me?”

You were furious at her. Who did she think she was? Originally using your emotions and low self-esteem to manipulate you, and now that those didn’t work anymore, she was using actual fucking magic to try mind wiping you into forgetting the love of your life and go back with her? The audacity of this bitch! You were livid, and apparently, so was Janice. Gone was her friendly and cute demeanor, replaced by red hot rage, her eyes literally glowing as she stared at you. But you weren’t scared, she had tried her magic on you just before and her spells had failed, it seemed somehow, she couldn’t affect you. Or so you hoped.

“You ungrateful worm! I could have given you anything with my new powers! We could have had a life of dreams and wonder, with anything and everything we could have ever wanted! Yet you still want to throw that away, in the name of some worthless whore? Fine! If you love that slut Liana, I mean, Desiree so much, you can be with her, forever!”

Her eyes flared red, overwhelming your whole field of vision. You didn’t even have a chance to move or cry out before everything blacked out and you lost consciousness. When you woke back up, you were in a dark, humid place with very little light. You had some kind of cloth covering your face, and when you tried to grab at it and move it out of the way you found that your arms were completely unresponsive, in fact you couldn’t feel them at all anymore. You tried to cry out for help, but once again no sound escaped your throat, you could barely move your lips. A strange kind of wetness was gathering between your lips, like you were drooling and couldn’t swallow, but thicker, and sticky. As you were trying to make sense of your situation, a large shadow appeared on the other side of the cloth, before peeling it away from your face, enabling you to see again. And what you saw horrified you.

A large masculine hand had removed the clothing from your face. A gigantic monstrous hand. And looking straight at you was an equally gigantic man, lust and desire flaring in his eyes. Looking down bellow you, you saw the hand that had freed you was still pulling on the immense panties that had been covering you moments before, sliding them down the thick and juicy pair of thighs which were currently framing your vision. That is when you understood your situation all too clearly. All the clues were there, you just didn’t want to admit it, to face the truth. But then Janice’s voice resounded in your mind, forcing you to come to grips with your new form, your new reality.

“There you go Peter! You wanted to be with her and now you are, forever. A part of her, that is, a very intimate part. The pussy that you loved fucking so much that you left me, well that is what you have become. Now every time she has sex, so will you, except you won’t be doing the penetrating. You’ll be on the receiving end from now on. That’s all you are now, a stinking wet cunt who’s only purpose is to be stuffed with cocks.”

The man in front of you started undoing his pants, revealing his large and erect member, much to your horror and despair. You tried protesting, resisting, moving, but were unable to do any of those, as you had basically no longer any control over your new form. You sensed Desiree shake her ass playfully at the man, to tease him further, as another surge of wetness started to accumulate in your new form, making you literally drool with arousal, the lubricant ensuring you would be primed and ready for penetration. Just the thought, the idea of having that dick inside your new form repulsed you, yet you were powerless to do anything to stop it. You tried pleading to Janice through the telepathic link she had established between the two of you, and somehow you sensed that that worked, and that she was hearing the thoughts you were channeling to her.

“Change me back, please I beg you! I will do whatever you want, I’ll be your boyfriend, I will love you and worship you forever, please just don’t let that cock fuck me!”

You heard an ominous and evil laugh resound through your head, indicating that Janice had no intention of turning you back, and making you despair even more.

“You should have thought about that before calling me names and insulting me. How am I supposed to trust you and love you now that you betrayed me and chose this whore over me?  No, I think this is a fitting fate for you, and the best part is, our little slut Desiree will never know she has a sentient vagina! She will keep on selling herself to man after man, opening her legs for them, unaware that the cunt between them is actually her precious boyfriend, getting fucked with her every time. Poor Peter… Speaking of, that name doesn’t suit you any more, now does it? In fact, I don’t think you deserve a name, after all you are just a vagina now, aren’t you, Pussy? Yes, that’s a proper calling for you now, but shush, pussies don’t talk, they just get fucked, so get to it, cunt!”

You were about to respond, try and plead some more, but something overcame you in a moment. What were you just doing? Oh right, you were just about to get fucked by this wonderful cock! You were such a lucky Pussy to have an owner that fucked so many men, and so often. You really felt like you truly served your one purpose in life, taking dicks inside you. Nothing made you happier. You gushed with excitement as the engorged dick approached you, finally penetrating you, and letting you serve your purpose as a warm and wet cock sleeve, the feeling of the dick stretching you out almost making you orgasm on the spot, as the nice man started plunging his penis inside you over and over again, filling your whole body with pleasure and joy. But deep down, the real you was screaming in despair, stuck in the form of a cunt, thought patterns reduced to primitive levels, forever stuck as your prostitute girlfriend’s pussy, while she fucked dozens upon dozens of different men for money.

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