Request: Inner Voice

Request for @ZachFutureSomething via twitter

A plain-jane with a vain, narcissistic alter ego that she resents finds herself slowly changing into her without the need of any potion or elixir. She tries to fight it off while the alter ego slowly corrupts her mind.

"Hmm, I wonder how I'd look as a blonde?" Claire mused plucking at her drab chestnut hair "What? No, I love being a brunette! Get out of my head you bitch!"

Claire struggled to regain her composure as mocking laughter rang in the silence of her mind. There was no doubt it her other self was getting stronger. She had to stay strong, hold onto herself, or that vain preening bitch would takeover again like she had a few weeks ago. That time she'd shaved her pussy and spent half a week's pay on makeup before she'd been able to wrest back control who knew what that little skank would do next time? Something involving expensive lingerie no doubt, a tiny scrap of black lace that barely covered my tight little cunt. Something to tease the boys with, get them good and hard for me. Ooh, and another piercing. I'd look so fuckin hawt with silver bars through my fat nips... 

"No!" Claire cried aloud silencing the voice in her mind once more "I won't give in, you're not real! You're not real!"

Not for the first time Claire thought about going to a doctor. Voices in her head were trying to control her, that meant she was crazy right? She could get help, drugs, therapy, make the other her go away forever. Except...

Except, whatever was happening to her wasn't just in her head. Six months ago she'd been, ordinary, short, dumpy, plain, frigid... Claire pushed back the litany of her short comings. Ordinary, not ugly by any means but someone it would be easy to overlook. And then slowly, so slowly she hadn't noticed it at first she'd changed. The extra weight she'd thought she'd just have to live with melted away. Her figure blossomed into womanly curves. Her skin, always prone to outbreaks, cleared up until she practically glowed. Even her face had subtly shifted from forgettable to model pretty, even beautiful.

Now when she walked down the street men turned to watch her pass. Even women shot her admiring or envious glances and part of her, the part that seemed to be growing stronger everyday, loved it. She, the other her at least, ached to use the power her changing body gave her. She could find a hot guy and suck his dick. Make his girlfriend watch let her know I could take him any time from a useless skank like her. Invite his friends over, make it a real party...

Claire gasped the wicked thoughts cutting a burning path of aching wet need to her vagina, cunt! Caught off guard by the sudden intensity of the emotion she couldn't stop her swift fingers as they plunged into her pussy. Why was she even trying to resist, wouldn't it be better to let go? Become her other self, my better self,  forever.

Someone moaned and she couldn't tell who anymore. Like a breaking dam her, My! orgasm swept away the last barriers between the two halves of her. 

Her body twisted and changed in the throws of ecstasy. By the time the last shuddering echoes of her climax ebbed away Claire was unrecognisable. In place of the shy pretty girl she had been lay a gorgeous blonde with huge rounded tits and a predatory gleam in her eye. 

Claire had lost her fight for control but Claire was more than ready to pick up the reins.