A stereotypical road trip story

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Story Idea submitted to the suggestion box via an anonymous user, hope they like how it turned out!

“Fuck!” you hear your friend Alan curse out from the driver seat right before your head performs a small scale g-force acceleration test into the roof of the car, stopped only by your seatbelt “You boys alive back there?” Paul asks, turning his head from the passenger seat to look at the two victims in the backseats; your bent body attempting to retrieve something from the floor and your friend Dennis adjusting his posture with just as much annoyance as your own, probably also regretful that Alan was assigned designated driver for the whole trip “Yeah, apart from the casual whiplash I think we are fine” you reply, having retrieved your fallen item - a toy ray gun painted sleek with silver - and getting right back to fiddling with it “Still stuck on that toy, Jesse?” Dennis snorts besides you, not bothering to take his eyes off his phone. You don’t even bother to entertain his mocking, why would you when the thing resting in your hands was soo intriguing? You had obtained it at the last gas stop, some shady looking guy in a suit shoved it onto your hands insisting you take it and that it would “Make the trip more interesting” Well it certainly became much more interesting once you actually started to entertain the thing, yeah your friends were not wrong for assuming it was a toy; at first glance it really did appear as one, except for the one dial on its side, engraved with an eroded label where you could only make out half of the rubbed off letters as “ster-” and “-type”. The options on said dial are not much more helpful, containing words like “Goth slut” “Bimbo” “Submissive girlfriend” and many other options not appropriate for a kid’s toy in the slightest. As much as you want to inquire further on those, the dial itself seems to be broken off, leaving you with only one real method of research “What? Going to shoot me with that, Jesse?” Dennis bothers to look up from his phone for the first time since the trip started, eyes locked on you as the gun’s plastic trigger makes a satisfactory click under your finger, ready to carry out your on-site testing.

Though no actual beam comes out of the gun, the air around Dennis shimmers with energy, distorting his silhouette for the briefest, most volatile of a second before dispersing like it was never there to begin with. Dennis doesn’t even blink through the whole thing, giving you a look before resuming his doom-scrolling. Unbothered, even as his glasses fell off, no longer supported around the smaller nose sported by his face. Those same uninterested eyes darken, covered by growing patches of black eyeliner as his lashes curve out, and his eyebrows sharpen with the experience of several care routines. You attempt to lean for a better look at his changing facial structure, yet that fails immediately once a raven mass falls around his cheeks, glossy black strands blossoming from his brown roots, completely overtaking his scalp as they grow out just over his shoulders. The same shoulders currently losing muscle fibers as they round out over a shortening torso, audibly cracking bone every time his rib cage compacts just a bit further, loosening his shirt around his flanks and forming a tent over two small bumps right on his chest “Oh~” the recoil from hitting a bump sends her budding breasts into a jiggling mess, earning a surprised gasp from the womanly Dennis “Mmph~” another bump, another soft whimper as her breasts suffer the effects of gravity, the growing tent on her top wobbling around just wonderfully as her shirt struggles to constrict around her expanding melons “Alan could you stop driving like an idiot!” Paul complains from the passenger seat, unaware of the show taking place right before your eyes as Denisse turns to you with a flirty smile over her black lips, now deliberately exaggerating the jiggle of her upper body with every bump hit, bouncing her tits with a very clear target in her mind, a target sitting right beside her and completely enamored with every movement of her heavy bust.

“Enjoying the show?” she leans in, purring those words hot against your cheeks. You open your mouth wide like a dying fish only for her soft curves to melt into your frame, straddling you against the backseats with her plump fishnet covered thighs, rubbing her heat into your jeans through the lace of panties under a recently shifted skirt, the wet patch touching your denim a confirmation that Dennis - your male friend - has been completely lost to this gothic creature claiming every inch of your attention and body “Hey! You two quiet down back there!” Alan shouts, voice holding back chuckles in spite of your current position “I’ll be quick. Just stop hitting the damn bumps!” she barks right back with confidence unknown to her old self “And you, Mister, better stop fidgeting~” her sweet syrupy words infiltrate your melting brain, even while your higher thoughts shuffle and protest against her hands as they unbuckle your pants, fighting for any rational cell to remember that this is or at least was Dennis “There, there. Just let me do my job~” she coos, shifting her position over your crotch once your zipper finally slides down to reveal your stiff member “Shit” you groan, unable to stop yourself as her full weight drops on your lap, encasing your masculinity in comforting warmth. Her fleshy walls are immediate and efficient in their work, sucking and pulling you deeper into her cavernous depths as she slams her impossibly soft bubble butt into your lap, clearly happy with your reactions “Do you feel all of me baby?” she giggles into your ear, her bust soft and pillowy against your own chest “Tell me when you are close, okay?~” the words are inviting, practiced, perfect for coaxing warmth out of her partner “De-Denis…” and they are devastating for your overwhelmed mind as you begin to thrust with an instinctual desire for release before you blank out of backseat heaven.

“Awake yet, sleeping beauty?” Paul’s words help you clear off the groggy haze in your brain as you steer to consciousness “Where’s Dennis?” you ask, looking around the emptier backseat for any sign of your friend or the total predator he turned into “Denisse? That goth girl we picked up hitchhiking? She got off a few stops ago after fucking you. By the way, did that ass feel as good as it looked?” your vision unfocuses, anxiety ringing in your ears as you hear those words. Dennis got off the car, your transformed friend got off the car to roam who knows where, now lost as a gothic slut seeking more prey “Fuck…fuck” you mutter, tinkering with the gun for something, anything that might bring him back - only to be interrupted by the sudden and violent shaking of your whole body.

“Stop looking at your phone asshole!” Paul shouts, sticking his head out of the window after your car nearly crashed “Oh no” more importantly, the rapid whiplash of the vehicle forced your hand shut…around the trigger. You felt two distinctive clicks under your finger, but you couldn’t say who got shot with how you recoiled back into the seat “And stop, like, looking at my boobies!” the angry, feminine voice coming from the passenger seat filled in at least one of the two possible victims as a changing Paul leans over the window. His shorts and tee appear to have melded together into a dress that hugs a considerably smaller body, flowing waves of golden blonde hair reach down into his back and though you can not get a good look at his face or chest, what she’s waggling for you is amazing by itself. A pair of ripening ass cheeks straining against the tight fabric of her dress, ballooning out from her womanly hips as her back arched further to compensate for the stress in its lower portions. Those twin expanding cheeks jiggled with every sway of Pauline’s body, heavy jelly like ripples spreading through every inch of her curvy backside. The white fabric of her dress slowly becoming transparent as it stressed well beyond its limits, engrossing every inch of her fattening ass with pure determination, even when she so casually wobbled it within the article’s limits, uncaring for how obscenely it fits around her meaty cheeks. 

Well, the now seated and PAWG Pauline definitely solves one part of your impromptu transformation case, yet who could be the other one? “Maybe Alan?” you contemplate the thought, forgetting the gun at your side as you tie back your hair into a long ponytail “Alan…” you mutter, still thinking on the possible…possible… “Need anything Jessie?” you shudder, unconsciously trailing a delicate finger from your jawline, over your petite boobs and down to your flat tummy, its insides warming up by the sole sound of his voice “N-no” you lie while adjusting your  distastefully small thong, desperate to clear your mind of its growing hunger, there’s something you should be looking for, something you were thinking about before this need began gnawing at you “Don’t lie, I can hear you from here. I think I earned myself some compensation for driving you girls on this trip, no?” you want to argue, need to argue “Y-yes of course” argue… you’d like to argue with him, to deny his request, even as you climb into the driver’s seat, settling your back into his body, rubbing your needy cunt into his bulge. Yet it wouldn’t be right “Aaagh!~” how could you argue when he treats you so right, when his cock fills you so much, when he makes you a whimpering mess under his hands “Mmmph~” yeah arguing with him would be wrong, you are much better at moving your hips with his rhythm, milking him like a submissive girlfriend should.

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I was going to include a gif of a goth girl giving head that I found on reddit but the thing looked like a minecraft pixel art with how lowres it was : ( Hope you enjoyed and see ya on the next one : )

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