John didn’t really need to do groceries.

If he needed to eat or drink something,

all he had to do was snap his fingers and everything he needed would magically
appear in front of him. He could enter a restaurant and get the most expensive
dishes and champagnes for free, while the owner of the restaurant would be on
her knees, under the table, giving him a nice, sloppy blowjob to apologize for
being rude to him when he first asked, before he brainwashed her into obeying.
Being a reality bender was fun.
And yet, despite only needing to wish for something to get it, John was
wandering through the alleys of the supermarket, a shopping cart in front of him,
pretending to be looking for something. He wasn’t shopping for food or drinks,
or for anything the average human would need in his daily life. He was shopping
for people.
And supermarkets were the best places to mess with mortals and ruin their lives.
After all, this was one of the places where you would the least expect things to
go very very wrong. And yet, he was going to prove them all wrong. All he
needed was to find his first target.
And then, he saw her.
“Oh, fuck, I almost forgot”.
Jada had always had a foul mouth. And today was no exception. Ignoring the
disapproving looks of mothers walking past her with her children, she was
looking at her shopping list, and more precisely at the part mentioning the one
item she hadn’t taken yet: the soap. She could have all the food she wanted, but
she didn’t want to meet tonight’s date with a smelly body.
She was a pretty black woman with nice curves, and who knows, maybe the man
she was planning to meet tonight would have been the one, the man with whom
she would have built a family over the years, living a long and happy life as
Jada, a woman with many qualities, despite her tendency to curse more than she
should.
At least, that’s how things could have played out if it weren’t for John.
As she was heading towards the alley with the soaps and shampoos, she didn’t
notice this creepy looking man following her, ogling at her body without even
bothering to be discreet. For a moment, John wondered what excuse he was
gonna use to approach her, before shrugging his shoulders. He felt lazy today, so
he decided to go straight to the point. So he got right next to her, and groped her
nice and firm butt.
Jada immediately turned around, ready to slap him in the face.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing, asshole?”

“Jeez, what's with the foul language”, John said, pretending to be shocked. “Do
you kiss your mother with that same mouth?”

“I'll give you three seconds to get the fuck out before I kick your sorry ass.”

“Okay, obviously, you have some anger issues. Let's see if I can do something
about that.”

John was still groping the woman's butt, enjoying the feeling of the soft flesh
behind the fabric. She wanted to back away, but it was like an invisible force
was keeping her on this exact spot.

“Last warning, fucker.”

“You know, when I was a kid, my grandma used to wash my mouth with soap
every time I cursed. It was pretty helpful, since I would never curse in her
presence. It’s too bad I turned her into a cockroach as soon as I found out about
my powers. But hey, maybe that's what you need.”
John grabbed one of the soaps on the shelves and forced it in his victim's hand.

“Eat this.”

“What? If you think I'll fucking eat this shi...what the fuck?”

While she was protesting, her hand holding the soap was suddenly getting
dangerously close to her mouth. A moment later, she was taking a bite from it,
and chewing the bitter product, grimacing, but incapable of stopping. She
gagged as she swallowed a first part, before biting another chunk off.

“So, what do you think?”

“You jerk, she said between two hiccups.”

John smiled. She was already less vulgar.

“Keep eating every soap you see until I tell you to stop. Meanwhile, I'll have a
better look at that ass.”
John unbuttoned the lady's pants and put it down with the panties, revealing her
ass. Without a warning, John shoved two fingers in her ass, causing her to moan
in protest, her mouth full of soap.

“Ngoo...pweash shtahp!”

She swallowed another load of soap, and managed to say something more
understandable.

“You mean man!”

John smiled. This special treatment seemed to be curing her foul mouth problem
quicker than he thought.

This kept going on for a long time. The former foul mouthed woman was eating
every piece of soap she could see, tears rolling down her cheeks, her language
becoming more and more polite and well spoken despite having a stranger
raping her ass in this very moment. And the worst part was that she couldn’t
even move or try to fight back.

“Oooh my Gosh...you scallywag, I'll be damned is this isn't a shocking display

of...”

“Yeah, yeah. Well, I think you learned your lesson. What do you think?”

“You forced yourself on my lower body, you rascal ! I will call the competent
authorities so that they will...”

“Shhh, before I let you go, there's a last favour I'll ask of you.”

John smiled, as his victim was staring at him with terror in her eyes, fearing
what he might have in store for her. The sight of this black, tough looking
woman, now forced to speak like a posh lady from the Victorian era, was
actually pretty funny.

“A...favor, sir? I'm afraid I don't...”

She froze when she saw John unbutton his pants and take out his dick.
“You see, I think hygiene is very important. For example, I always take the time
to wash my dick every day. Unfortunately, I didn't had time to shower this
morning. Since your mouth is full of soap now, you wouldn't mind cleaning it
for me, right?”

“Well, as a matter of fact, I certainly would, sir. You've been the most...oh
Gosh.”

A few seconds later, Jada had gotten on her knees, and was now pumping his
cock like her life depended on it, cleaning it like exactly like he had asked. Tears
had made her makeup flow on her face. She couldn’t believe what was
happening. A few minutes earlier, she was just doing groceries, minding her
own business, and now, there she was, a mere plaything for a perverted god,
who had visibly no intention of leaving her alone.

“Everything is much cleaner already, don’t you think?

“Hmmmph…hmmmmmph…hmmmmph…

“I’m sorry, I don’t undertand you. Did no one tell you that it’s rude to speak
with a dick in your mouth? Anyway. Let’s make you even cleaner now. After
all, you’re so dirty that you’re completely covered in this black layer”.

As Jada was forced to give him a blowjob, John snapped his fingers.
Immediately, Jada’s moans intensified, as she could feel something dreadful
spreading on her whole body. She felt like her skin was…melting. She looked
down and started crying even more when she saw her dark skin looking wet.
Then, the black color started leaving her arms, her limbs, drop by drop, as if it
was nothing but paint, leaving a pale, white skin underneath. No! This couldn’t
be happening. Her body couldn’t betray her like this. She was a black woman.
She had always been. This couldn’t be happening. And yet, it only took a minute
for her to be sitting in the middle of a large brown puddle, the only remains of
her black skin. She moaned in pain as she could feel her face rearrange, her nose
getting smaller, her cheekbones moving under her skin, while her hair, quickly
turning blonde and straight, were now reaching her shoulders. Her brown eyes
slowly switched to bright blue. By the time she was done changing, John came
in her mouth, leaving her gagging, her eyes wide in shock. Nobody would
recognize her now. Not even her family.

“W…what…”
“Shhhh, this is who you’ve always been. Whoever you used to be is dead now.
You are now…Agatha. Yeah, that’s a good name for a stepford housewife like
you”.

“B…but…no…my name is…my name is…”

Jada got silenced by a loud slap in the face. This slap was the final straw that
made her mind collapse completely. By the time she looked at John in the eyes
again, Jada was no more. Instead, Agatha was smiling, not even noticing that
John had changed the clothes she was wearing with a snap of his fingers. John
looked with a satisfied smile at the woman he had just created.

Before he or she could say anything, he suddenly heard a loud, female voice
behind his back.
“That’s him! I saw him harass a woman”.
“I see. Sir, I’m going to need you to come with me”.
John turned around to see the newcomers. There were two woman, staring at
him.

John just needed to check their minds for a short moment to see that the
blonde’s name was Alice and the brunette’s was Deborah. They had been a
couple for the past two years, and probably thought they were doing something
good by telling the security guard about this creep harassing this poor black
woman who had mysteriously disappeared by the time they got back to him.
As for the security guard, he had the typical body you could expect from a guy
working this job. Tall, muscular, tough looking, the kind of guys you should
avoid getting in trouble with. Unless you’re a reality bender of course.
Allan had really hoped this day would just be a calm one, like they usually were.
It was a relatively small town, far from the big cities and their ghettos, riots, etc.
He just wanted the day to be over and to go home to his wife. He had been
sending his resume to several companies to find a new, better paying job, but
things were complicated on the job market right now. Anyway, it wasn’t the first
time he had to deal with a pervert harassing customers, and usually, those guys
would just stop acting tough as soon as they saw him grab his staff. And no
doubt it would be the same with this one.
“Sir, come with me. We don’t want any trouble in this place”
John wasn’t showing any signs of obeying. Allan gave him and the whore at his
feet an angry look. He really didn’t need this shit today. He grabbed his staff and
walked towards the man he didn’t suspect to be anything more but a random
creep.
“Last warning, sir, I asked you nicely, don’t make me take you out by force
or…hmmmm…”
Allan widened his eyes when his hand holding the iron staff suddenly started
heading towards his mouth. A moment later, he was sucking on his weapon,
while the lesbian couple was looking at him in disbelief. The man they had
asked to solve the problem was now shoving his staff deep inside of his mouth,
hitting the back of his throat like a whore playing with her dildo.
“What’s wrong? Having a sudden urge?” asked John, laughing his ass off.
“What’s going on here?” asked Alice, holding the hand of her girlfriend more
tightly.
“Hmmmmph…”
Allan was freaking out. He could barely breathe now, this staff nearly choking
him. And yet, he couldn’t stop. John’s smile widened when the first changes
started happening. First, his professional outfit disappeared, replaced with a
police uniform. Or more precisely, a ridiculously slutty parody of a police
uniform, the kind you’d find on a female stripper, not on an actual security
guard. Allan was in pain. This new outfit was way too tight for a tall and
muscular man like him. And then, even this started changing. Slowly, Allan
started feeling less and less oppressed in this uniform. His moans turned more
sensual, as his lips sucking on his staff started inflating, quickly turning into an
impressive pair of dick milkers. His hair started growing quickly, while the rest
of his face was covering in makeup. Meanwhile, his body was changing at an
accelerating pace. First of all, his muscle mass started melting away. Then, his
whole body started getting smaller. He used to be huge, nearly two meters tall.
But now, he was quickly getting to 1m90, then 1m80, then 1m60, until he settled
at 1m50.
“Hmmmm”, he moaned, crying, as his pecs were quickly turning into an nice
pair of tits.
With his remaining hand, the other one being busy shoving this staff in his
mouth, he reached for his crotch, feeling his cock shrink, sinking back into his
body, leaving nothing but a wet pussy. He moaned in confusion as he suddenly
felt an urge to slip his hand under this skirt and rub his clit.
“Hmmmmph!”
“Let me guess, you’re going to tell me the usual no, please, I have a family,
right? Let’s see…oh, I see you’re married. How nice. Damn, Marilyn has a nice
rack. It’s too bad she isn’t in the mall right now, I would have loved to fuck her
brains out”.
Allan was struggling to keep his sanity. He couldn’t even begin to comprehend
what was happening to him. He had turned into a woman, a small, slutty woman.
He had been transformed by this complete stranger who seemed to know every
detail about his life.
“Don’t worry, she won’t miss you too much”.
John snapped his fingers, and nodded with a smile.
“There. She’s now turning into a rat as we’re speaking. She was in the kitchen,
preparing tonight’s dinner, when she suddenly saw grey fur grow out of of
hands. She’s screaming a lot as we’re speaking, but her face has already
deformed too much for her to actually call for help. Don’t worry, she’ll soon be
an animal, body and soul. Oh, and the same goes for the baby inside of her”.
Allan widened his eyes, still incapable of getting this thing out of this mouth.
This had to be a nightmare. And what was this freak talking about? What baby?
Could it be…”
“Oh, she didn’t tell you yet? Silly me. Well, it doesn’t really matter anymore.
Her transformation is complete now, and your mind is about to be erased”.
No, please don’t…
Allan’s eyes became glassy for a few seconds when John touched his forehead.
His hand slowly got down and he dropped the staff, allowing it to leave his
mouth and fall on the ground. For a brief moment, he was nothing but an empty
shell. His mind had been erased, leaving him as a pathetic husk, free for John to
put a new person inside of it. Suddenly, he widened his eyes and took a loud
breath, as if he was breathing for the first time of his new life.
“Hi Stacey”, said John.
Stacey looked in confusion around her for a brief moment, before relaxing when
she remembered who she was. She slowly got back on her feet, allowing John to
have a better look at her.
“Hey stud, looking for a good time?”
John looked at his creation and smiled. Stacey was just his type of woman. But
he just wasn’t done here. Not yet.
“Go to the strip club downtown. It’s been mine since this morning, when I
turned this high-tech company into a strip club and its employees into my girls.
If you work well today and bring me enough money, I’ll fuck your brains out as
a reward”.
“Yaaaay! I’ll be a good slut, daddy!” said Stacey, clapping in glee, before
running out of the supermarket, her tits and ass giggling with every step,
threatening to tear her tight uniform apart, leaving a laughing John and a
dumbfounded Alice and Deborah behind him. Meanwhile, Agatha, the stepford
housewife John had turned Jada into, was still on all fours, panting, recovering
from what John had put her through.
“I’m warning you, don’t get any closer”, stammered Deborah, who was really
starting to panic now.
“Why so serious? Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you. Actually, I think now
would be a good time for a family reunion. After all, what’s an old-fashioned
housewife without a family to take care of?”
John snapped his fingers again.
Suddenly, Alice gasped, backing away as if she had been punched in the gut.
“Alice? Baby, what’s wrong?”
“He…he’s doing something to me…”
“Alice…oh my God, your face!”
“What? What’s happening?” cried Alice, who could see yet what John was
doing to her.
Deborah was horrified. She could see her lover’s face getting rounder, more
juvenile, the few wrinkles she had disappearing.
“I feel weird…” sobbed Alice, before startling when she heard how childish her
voice had become. “Oh my God! My voice!”
Alice’s face had now become that of an eight year old girl, which looked really
weird on her adult body. Then, the latter started changing too, shrinking quickly,
her breasts shrinking, until she was completely flat chested. Her curves got
smaller and smaller, she grabbed her pants to prevent them from falling near her
ankles, but this quickly proved useless since one snap of John’s fingers later, she
was now wearing child clothes.
Deborah was crying loudly, looking at the little girl, who was at least two heads
smaller than her now, sobbing in terror.
“Deborah…help me…”
“You fucking monster”, Deborah screamed, looking at John and yet, too
terrified to move. “Change her back!”
“And separate this child from her daughter? Don’t be silly. All she needs now is
a father”
Understanding what John was about to do, Deborah widened her eyes in shock.
“Oh no, please don’t change me, don’t…aaah!”
Under the horrified eyes of her girlfriend turned into a helpless little girl,
Deborah suddenly bent over, screaming in pain, as her muscles were growing,
pushing against her skin, causing loud cracking noises to resonate throughout
her body. She widened her eyes in fear when she saw her black, silky hair fall
from her head, leaving her bald, as she could feel her bones growing, quickly
making her much, much taller. Her top cracked open, just in time to show her C-
cup breasts cover in chest hair and turning into pecs.
“Uuuurgh…” she moaned, suddenly feeling something trying to come out of her
pussy.
“Please, stay with me Dad…I mean, Dad. No!”
Alice was looking at all this helplessly. Why couldn’t she remember the name of
her girlfriend all of a sudden. Could she even call Deborah her girlfriend now?
She was now almost completely a man now. And anyway, she was too young to
have a girlfriend, and obviously, she was a girl, so she should be more into boys
anyway, and…wait…no…her changes were messing with her head now. She
didn’t want to be a child. She didn’t want her mind to be erased. Not like this.
Meanwhile, Deborah was almost done changing. A large ballsack came out of
her pussy, while her clit, which hadn’t stopped growing since the beginning of
her changes, had now become a perfectly functional cock. John snapped his
fingers, and a moment later, Deborah was wearing a male outfit.
The former lesbian couple, now turned into a little girl and a grown up man,
looked at each other in utter terror.
“Alice…”
“Dad…” sobbed Alice, now incapable of calling Deborah another name.
The two latest of John’s victims turned towards their tormentor and started
begging, as could be expected.
“Please change us back. I promise we won’t call the police”.
“It will be like nothing ever happened”
“Ugh, boring”, said John, before snapping his fingers, causing their minds to be
rewritten on the spot.
Brian looked around him in confusion. Why was his wife Agatha on the floor?
And why was their daughter crying? In one snap of the fingers, John had
instantly erased any memory of his former self. Gone were the two lesbians
whose only mistake had been to try to stop John. Had they just decided to ignore
this creep groping a woman in the store, they would have gone home and
resumed their lives like nothing had ever happened. The feeling of power John
got from fucking up people’s lives, bodies and minds beyond repair was
incredible. He looked around him, wondering how many of the people he saw
on a daily basis had been born this way, and how many of them had been
manufactured by a bored reality bender like him.
Now completely ignoring the man who had destroyed their former lives without
them even remembering it, the newly formed family gathered together, as if they
had just lived a perfectly normal life as their current selves before.
“Honey, are you okay?”
“Whoopsie daisy, I may have phased out for a moment. Sorry baby?”
“Mom, dad, can we buy this?”
“Not now, sweetheart”.
John smiled, seeing the husband helping his wife getting back on his feet. Not
long after, they were leaving the supermarket, heading back home. They looked
like a very happy family, even if something in their eyes indicated that deep
down, they could feel like something was horribly, horribly wrong, as if the
persons they used to be, Jada, Alice and Deborah, were still stuck deep inside
their head, screaming in terror at what they had become.

John sighed in happiness. He was glad with how things had turned out. He
decided to grab a can of beer and head towards the cash register. He had no
intention to pay, of course. But maybe he could find more fun things to do there.
As he was walking through the supermarket, he decided to mess with random
people, without taking the time to stop and talk to them like before. The first
person he noticed was a pretty blonde woman on the phone with someone. And
listening to her, he didn’t even need to read her mind to see that she was clearly
talking to her boyfriend/husband.
“No, silly, I didn’t forget your parents were coming for a visit tonight. I’m
buying the food right now. Yes, I love you too. No, you hang up first. No, you
hang…”
And then, John walked past her and touched her shoulder. This innocent,
unsuspecting woman barely had time to frown, feeling something was
happening to her, before she started to change, her skin darkening, her breasts,
ass and hips exploding in volume, while her clothes were rearranging into a
much sluttier dress, the only way not to give way under her increasingly massive
curves…
“What…how…”
Her eyes briefly rolled back in their sockets. When they got back to normal, her
face had changed too, leaving her completely unrecognizable. She looked in
confusion at the phone in her hand, with her boyfriend still on the other side,
probably wondering what was going on.
“Who dis?”, she asked, her voice and accent sounding nothing like what they
used to be. “Bitch, if choo think a white boi like choo can handle a ghetto hoe
wit sum junk in da trunk, choo're an motha fucka”
The ghetto whore hung up, not even waiting for the answer of the dumbfounded
boyfriend, and started heading towards the exit, leaving her cart behind her.
What the hell was she doing here anyway. She had to go clubbing. She hadn’t
fucked anyone in at least two hours. Her pussy was aching.
John smiled. Another life ruined for no other purpose than his entertainment. He
kept walking, and noticed another person to play with.
John couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed that one. It seemed like he had been so
focused on getting people naked that he didn’t even notice the chick who
actually was walking around topless. Obviously, she was some kind of vegan
activist, protesting about the dairy section of the supermarket, or maybe they
were selling something with leather. He didn’t really care.
“Wear your own skin!” she yelled, repeating the slogan on written on her chest.
“Wear your own skin!”
“No, I don’t think I will”, said John, before touching the woman’s shoulder. The
latter’s eyes widened in shock, as she could suddenly feel herself being emptied
from the inside. In a few seconds only, John saw her deflate like a balloon, her
arms, legs, breasts, etc, turning into nothing but empty sockets. She fell on her
knees, her face frozen in a silent scream of horror, her skin now hanging loose
all over her body , as her remaining bones, flesh and organs were disappearing,
until she collapsed on the floor, now reduced to a mere skinsuit.
“I’d rather wear yours”, said John, before grabbing the skinsuit’s mouth and
forcing it wide open, shoving his foot down the remains of the woman’s throat,
then another one. In a minute, he had put on his new suit, which somehow, fitted
him so well that when he looked at his reflection in the mirror, it was as if he
had always had the body of this girl, and wasn’t wearing a mere suit. To his
surprise, he could hear the girls’ screams of terror in his head.
What’s happening? I can’t hear! I can’t see! I’m so scared, oh God, somebody
help me!
“Still alive? Huh, that’s funny.”
“I’m so proud of you babe”
John startled when he felt a pair of arms wrapping themselves around him. He
turned around and saw a man who seemed to be the boyfriend of the lady who’s
skin he had just stolen. He repressed a laughter. He looked exactly like the type
of man he’d have expected to date a crazy bitch like this. Luckily, he had arrived
right after John had put her skin on.
A quick scan on his mind was enough for John to know that he wasn’t proud at
all. He was extremely embarrassed and was afraid someone from his family to
show up and see his girlfriend walking around topless and yelling at people. He
had only pretended to be interested in animal rights to get this girl to like me,
and now they were dating, he just didn’t dare to contradict her on anything.
“So, are we gonna fuck or what?” John asked playfully.
The reality bender bursted out laughing at the sight of the boyfriend looking in
horror at him when he heard the deep, masculine voice of John coming out of
the mouth of his lovely girlfriend.
“What…”
“I feel guilty, you know. All this time you wanted to eat cheese and drink milk,
but you wouldn’t because you were afraid of how I was going to react. Well,
have all the milk you want now.”
John snapped his fingers again. A moment later, the boyfriend was screaming in
pain, reaching for his chest, as his pecs were suddenly inflating, turning into
large boobs, both oozing with milk.
“Aaaah, it hurts, I’m going to explode”.
“You are. Unless you do something do relieve yourself from the pressure”.
The boyfriend tried to protest, but the pain got so intense that he quickly
grabbed one of his huge boobs and put the nipple in his mouth, drinking from
his own milk, while his body was changing into that of a woman. He moaned in
happiness. It was so wrong. But it felt so good. He didn’t even notice his penis
shrinking, his body hair receding, while his hair on his head was growing back.
A moment later, the only thing left of him was a woman in a slutty outfit, using
one hand to drink from her breast and using the other to finger herself, drinking
her own milk making her uncontrollably horny. As for her mind, it was quickly
collapsing, as she was now incapable of thinking about anything else than
drinking more and more of her delicious milk.
Still laughing about those two lives ruined, and still wearing the activist’s skin,
John started walking again, until he got interrupted by the voice of an old
woman behind him.
“No lady should be walking around like this”
He turned around and saw the woman who had just spoken. The old hag was
looking at him in disapproval, thinking she was dealing with some bratty woman
in her late teens.
“You think I should feel ashamed to walk around naked? How about you feel
ashamed to be an illegal immigrant and a pregnant teenager”
The old lady opened her mouth to say something, but then, the changes
happened really quickly. Before she could even say something was wrong, she
started changing, her wrinkles disappearing, her hair turning black, her skin
darkening.
“Ooooh, what’s happening to me…Tengo miedo, ¿qué me has hecho?”
A moment later, John was facing exactly what he had described before.
“What…have you…qué me has hecho, pendejo”
The anger quickly disappeared from the pregnant teen’s face, as her mind was
rearranging to match her appearance. She finally lightened up with a smile,
stroking her bloated belly.
“Perdóname…you have…money…me hungry…No tengo a dónde ir”
“What do I hear”, said John, pretending to be worried. “Are those policemen
checking people’s papers?”
“Dios mío, no quiero volver a Honduras”, the teenager screamed, before running
away as fast as she could with this massive belly of hers.

Another minute passed, during which John transformed three more innocents,
before finally reaching the cash register. In order not to draw too much attention,
he stretched, causing the skinsuit he was wearing to start tearing apart, before
collapsing on the ground, now completely unusable. Someone would need to
pick it up at some point. But not him. Without paying more attention to what
used to be a young woman, now stuck under this form forever, he started
heading towards the cash register.
Four people were waiting in line before him. He sighed. He didn’t feel like
waiting. He snapped his fingers and suddenly, the four people waiting in line
started transforming. The 40 year old mom turned into a used condom. Before
she could scream in horror, her teenage daughter transformed into a pigeon that
flew away in terror. Meanwhile, the homeless guy who just wanted to buy a can
of cheap beer to get through the day suddenly turned into a horny blonde gold
digging wife, while the man buying vegetables, while his wife and kids were
waiting in the car outside turned into a blow up doll filled with helium, that
slowly flew away, leaving through the window, heading straight for the sky,
while the victim, now stuck under this form and unable to do anything about it,
was silently screaming in horror.
And now, John was just in front of the cashier, who was looking at him like she
had seen a ghost. This was supposed to be Kate’s last day at work. She wasn’t
even supposed to be here in the first place. Her colleague was sick and she had
accepted to come one more time to replace her. But this was going to be her
final day doing this shitty work. After that, she was going to resume her studies,
and eventually get a job that would allow her never to do this shit again. She
was only five minutes away from the end of her shift. She really thought she was
going to make it. Until John showed up and started transforming her clients right
in front of her.
“W…what did you do?” she stammered.
“Oh, nothing.”
“Please…I didn’t do anything. Just don’t change me. Please.”
“Relax. I just wanted to buy these beers”.
The beers. Of course. Right. Kate sighed in relief, trying as well as she could not
to panic. Whoever this guy was, he transformed these people because he didn’t
want to wait. But he had nothing against her, right? She was going to let him go,
and everything would be okay. Right? Her mom was supposed to come pick her
up anytime now. She needed this man gone now.
“Oh, don’t bother. Those are on the house”.
“How generous. Thank you very much”.
John grabbed his beers and left the counter. Kate sighed, incapable of looking
away from this man, knowing he could make her suffer the same gruesome fate
as the others if she said only one word too much. But right now, it seemed like
she was going to be alright.
“Hey Kate!”
Kate nearly screamed when she heard this voice, before calming down when she
recognized her mom.
“What’s wrong? You look like you…”
“Long story. Mom, we need to get out of here as soon as we…”
“Oh Kate!”
The cashier froze in horror when she heard John’s voice.
Oh no. No no no no no. Don’t pay attention to me. Not now. Please forget about
me. Forget I even exist. I don’t want to be changed.
“Yes sir?” she asked, trying hard not to shake in fear.
“That one’s on the house too”.
John snapped his fingers, before leaving the supermarket, laughing loudly. Right
after, he was gone. But it was too late.
“Oh my God…” she moaned, feeling something build up inside her body.
“Kate?” asked her mom. “What’s wrong?”
“I…I…oh my God!”
At first, Kate felt like her breasts were growing, pressing her bra and her shirt
more and more. Could it be that this freak had decided to give her huge boobs
before leaving? Predictable, but after all, it wouldn’t be the worst
transformation. But then, she quickly found out that John had something even
more horrifying in mind for her. Her shirt suddenly bursted open, allowing two
tentacles growing out of her chest where her boobs used to be to lunge at her
mom, who barely had time to gasp in shock before a huge tentacle entered her
mouth and sank deep in her throat.
“Ggggg…ggggg…” was all she could utter, her eyes wide in shock, looking like
they were about to pop out.
“Mom!” screamed Kate, looking in horror as the tentacles her breasts had turned
into were now raping her mother’s mouth. She clumsily tried to pull them with
her hands, to get them out of her mouth. But she quickly started seeing her
fingers fusing together, her arms’ bones disappearing, as her limbs were starting
to turn into the same tentacles, long and slimy. Her legs were next to transform,
tearing her pants apart, while more tentacles grow out of her pussy.
“Help! Somebody! Somebgggg…”
Kate’s screams for help got silence when another tentacle grew out of her mouth
and started moving on its own, looking for another victim. She could feel herself
penetrating her mother’s mouth, pussy and asshole now, forcing herself on her
without wanting it. She could see her mom starting to change, her eyes getting
slanted, her skin changing color, her hair turning pitch black. Meanwhile, her
curves were getting even bigger. By the time the tentacle finally left her mouth,
finally allowing her to speak, the woman who started moaning had little to do
with Kate’s mom.
“Hmmmm…Kore wa totemo kimochigaiiiiii!”
“Mom”, sobbed Kate, incapable of comprehending what she had just done.
Somehow, she had caused her mom’s body to mutate into this…overly
sexualized caricature of a Japanese woman’s body. Her mom was now moaning
and screaming in Japanese, without her being able to understand her. She wasn’t
looking scared anymore, and everything seemed to indicate that she was actually
asking for more.
The sight of what her mom had become was the final straw. Too shocked and
devastated to keep fighting the changes, Kate just gave up, which allowed the
changes to accelerate. Her two eyes fused together, forming one huge eye that
sank towards the middle of her body, while more tentacles were growing from
her skin. It didn’t take long before there was nothing left of her body but a
grotesque mass of tentacles with this huge eye in the middle. The tentacles had
started grabbing more people in the supermarket, carrying her in front of the exit
door, blocking the only way out. One by one, the victims getting raped by this
monster were undergoing the same changes as Kate’s mom, turning into
Japanese whores.
I don’t want to do this…this isn’t me…and yet…feels good… so good…so
mighty…I’m dangerous…I’m a predator…MUST HUNT…HUNT…SPREAD
IT…CONQUER THIS PLANET…
With each person she corrupted, Kate, or more precisely, the monster she had
become, would grow in size. By the end of the day, she would probably reach
the size of a building. A moment later, the tentacle monster broke through the
glass door of the supermarket and started to head towards the city, leaving
hundreds of panting Japanese sluts masturbating behind it, their minds broken
beyond repair. The supermarket wasn’t enough anymore. The monster would
convert the whole town, then the country, then the whole world.
As what was left of Kate was slipping into madness, quickly forgetting who she
used to be, John was driving back home, whistling a joyful tune. He knew that in
a few hours, the few government officials who knew about his powers would
call him to tell him about this attack from an unknown monster, without
knowing that John was the one who had created it by twisting and corrupting
this innocent cashier. Nevertheless, he would just pretend to be surprised and
accept to destroy it like some kind of superhero, in exchange for the usual
billions of dollars they asked for his services. He smiled. He loved feeling
useful.

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