Bad Habits - Goth TG TF

 It was a typical day at Oakwood High School, where students shuffled through the crowded hallways, and the faint hum of conversation filled the air. Among the students was a young man of 18 years named Jake, an average-looking guy with messy brown hair and a mischievous glint in his eyes.

On this particular day, a comically outlandish guest presentation was scheduled to take place in the school auditorium. The presentation was focused on the dangers of smoking, delivered by a passionate speaker known for his exaggerated gestures and over-the-top warnings. Jake, along with his friends, Greg and Mark, entered the auditorium, brimming with anticipation for what they expected to be an amusing spectacle.

As the presentation began, the speaker stepped onto stage wearing a shirt with the image of a large cigarette in a red circle with a slash over it, and the words “Smoking Kills! Say No!”. The speaker’s booming voice echoed through the room, capturing the attention of the students. He waved his arms dramatically, warning about the dire consequences of smoking, exaggerating every gesture to emphasize the severity of the message. The audience erupted into fits of laughter as the speaker’s antics became more and more absurd.

“Did you know that inside every cigarette is rat killer?” He asked, leaning forward wide eyed as he scanned the audience as if expecting a response. “And some people even lace them with crack cocaine! That’s right kids, crack cocaine! With every puff you could be inhaling rat killer, cocaine, and even more dangerous drugs like fentanyl!”

Jake, unable to contain his amusement, nudged Greg and whispered, “This guy is a riot! Who takes this stuff seriously?”

Greg stifled a laugh and replied, “I know, right? I think this guy’s been hitting the crack pipe himself. Look at his eyes buggin’ out!”

Mark chimed in, shaking his head as he cracked a smile, “I don’t get why they bother with these dumb ass presentations. Everyone knows smoking is bad for you.”

As the presentation came to an end, the speaker concluded with a final plea for the students to make responsible choices and avoid the pitfalls of smoking. The crowd erupted into applause, mostly out of amusement rather than genuine appreciation.

Exiting the auditorium the trio made their way down the hall, though Jake broke off from his group of friends, feeling it best to head to the bathroom before class.

“See you guys later. I’mma dip into the bathroom.” Jake said, bidding farewell to his friends as they went their separate ways.

Shortly after Jake made his way down the hall, pushing the door open as he stepped into the nearest bathroom, a dimly lit space with worn-out tiles and a faint smell of disinfectant.

Quickly relieving himself in one of the stalls, Jake noticed something unusual—a cigarette and a lighter, likely left behind by a forgetful student. He chuckled to himself, remembering the exaggerated warnings from the presentation. It was quite the coincidence to find immediately after, almost like the universe was trying to tempt him. He thought aloud, “Huh, what’s the harm in trying it once…?”

Curiosity getting the better of him, Jake picked up the cigarette, twirling it between his fingers as he stepped out of the stall. If he didn’t like it he could just throw it away... He brought it to his lips, struck the lighter, and inhaled deeply. As the smoke filled his lungs, he couldn’t help but cough, feeling an odd tingling sensation spreading throughout his body.

“Ugh, this is... actually pretty fuckhehk-ing nasty…!” He sputtered as he exhaled the smoke in small puffs between words.

Almost immediately after exhaling the smoke, Jake felt an intense sensation coursing through his veins. It started as a tingling, but soon turned into something more profound. His heart raced, and a strange warmth spread throughout his body. At first, he brushed it off, thinking it was just a side effect of his first-ever cigarette.

But then, he noticed something peculiar... His skin, once rough and slightly blemished, began to transform before his eyes. Patches of pale alabaster white skin appeared, smoothing over his previously imperfect complexion. The texture of his skin became softer and more delicate, as if he was suddenly being blessed with the flawless skin of a porcelain doll.

Confusion mixed with a hint of concern flooded Jake’s mind. He glanced down at his hands just in time to see them shifting in size and shape without so much as a sound. They became smaller and daintier, the roughness of his palms replaced by a velvety smoothness. His fingers, once sturdy and masculine, had become slender and more delicate, as if sculpted by an artist with an eye for feminine grace.

His body, too, seemed to be undergoing a subtle metamorphosis. Jake’s once-muscular frame began to shrink and slim down. The defined lines of his abdomen softened, his waist narrowing ever so slightly. The curves that emerged were subtle at first, but undeniably feminine. His hips widened, giving his body a hint of a more hourglass-like shape.

“Wha-? I must be seeing things… This can’t be real, what the fuck was in that cigarette? Dope?” Confusion turned to panic as Jake suddenly regretted trying that cigarette, his thoughts racing with thoughts of all the chemicals and poisons he’d just inhaled, and the stories shared by the guest speaker of people spiking cigs with all sorts of drugs.

This had to be some sort of cigarette induced hallucination, or even worse yet he’d been poisoned by rat killer or some other terrifying deadly poison…! Panic welled up within him, but before he could make sense of what was happening, his attention was drawn to his reflection in the bathroom mirror where he got a better look at the odd changes to his body.

“No way… What the fuck is happening to me?” Jake exclaimed, his voice sounding higher and more melodic than before. Fear and disbelief coursed through his veins, his heart pounding in his chest. The realization that this wasn’t just some sort of hallucination quickly dawned on him, no this was something far stranger than he’d imagined. He could feel it, every fiber of his being was in flux, an indescribably strange and unfamiliar feeling coming over him.

“I feel so… weird… I… ffffikkk…!” His voice left his lips, teeth grit as his hands found the edges of the sink, knuckles turning white as he gripped it for support. An overwhelming wave of pleasure coursed through him, his body was responding to the otherworldly transformation with an ecstasy he had never experienced before. His jaws parted for a moment to breathe, a low moan escaping his lips as he stared at the shifting reflection in front of him.

As the pleasure intensified, Jake found himself subconsciously wiggling his lower half from side to side. An audible crack sounded, barely registered to his ears— his senses already distracted by the feelings of pleasure pulsing through his body. As it did, his hips continued shifting and flaring outwards growing wider and wider into a set of hips perfect for childbearing.

With a small groan, he arched his back, lifting and sticking his ass out in a compromising and unintentionally suggestive position. The groan, soon transitioned into another moan, echoing through the empty bathroom as he felt a sensation building in his ass.

“A-ah… Ah-oOOH! G-GAAHD!” He moaned, glancing over his shoulder as his eyes focused in on his ass, unable to ignore the burgeoning sensation in each cheek. “M-My A-ass? FffuUOOOH~!”

He could feel it, his ass pulsing with something and mere moments had passed when the flat rear suddenly was invaded by a sudden influx of fatty tissue, causing each cheek to swell and rise. Threads strained against the growth in his jeans, struggling as a massive bubble butt was taking shape within their confines. Soon the first of the threads could be heard failing and tearing, the sound quickly escalated into a loud “SHRIIIPPP!” as his pants burst at the seams revealing the pale white flesh peaking from the large tears in the faded blue fabric.

With a slight wiggle of his newly enlarged ass and hips, the tear only grew from the slight movement revealing more of the pale flesh before the jeans tumbled down his legs and pooled at his feet. The shape of his new ass was finally revealed in all its glory, stretching the material of his boxers taut over the expanse of fleshy mass. Two massive cheeks were now attached to his backside, round  and filled with so much fatty tissue that they seemed to jiggle ever so slightly from the subtle movement and sway of his hips.

Jake reached back, still leaning into the bathroom sink as a dainty hand sunk into the curvature of his ass, barely able to cup the full mass in his palm as he gave it a good squeeze. “It’s so… huge. I-I’ve got a f-fuckin’ g-girl asss…!” he stuttered and panted, trying to catch his breath after the exponential growth.

Though it was far from over as his legs were shifting as well, shape changing and becoming more attractive and slender, with a feminine shapeliness. His thighs blossomed, with more of that feminine fat, filling out with pillowy softness that jiggled ever so slightly as he shifted against the sink. Soon he was left with a pair of round thighs, perfectly complimenting the size of his massive ass and the width of his hips.

Simultaneously Jake’s feet shrank several shoe sizes, becoming smaller and daintier as the bones painlessly shifted and changed shape, leaving his shoes feeling looser. Though they were of little concern, especially with what was about to happen…

Between his legs, his cock had grown erect from the intense pleasure that was accompanying his surreal and unexplainable transformation— straining against his taut boxers and leaving a wet spot from a few dribbles of pre-cum. Though it soon began to shrink, a change that was followed by the most intense pleasure yet as if every nerve was being stimulated. His thighs came together, squeezing and grinding together as they sandwiched his cock between the soft pale flesh.

“S-shiiit… n-no more…” he groaned, clenching his jaw as his insides tingled and squirmed. “Someone h-h-eeellp-leaas-ooOOH! N-Not AGAOOOHN!”

His genitals— cock and balls, were both growing closer and closer to his body, the visible outline in his taut boxers becoming less and less pronounced. His balls pressed into his body, sinking into the flesh as it opened to accept the masculine orbs in a mindbending pleasure that caused him to erupt into a series of long drawn out moans that echoed through the empty bathroom. With a pop, one vanished, then the other—rising into a forming channel before they were repurposed into a pair of ovaries. His cock which continued its shrinkage, was pulled in as well, being reduced to the size of a pea as feminine folds formed around it, guarding the depths of his new tunnel.

Soon there was nothing left of his former manhood, a pussy having taken its place between his thighs, leaving him with a maddening sensation of emptiness. His entire crotch seemed charged with sexual energy, wetness forming in the feminine folds of his new sex. The sensation focused in the pea shaped nub that was once his penis, now reduced to a tiny clit that begged for attention.

Breathless and speechless, as he struggled to contemplate the shift between his legs, Jake couldn’t ignore the demanding emptiness and desire that had emerged. It was overwhelming, maddening as he tried to resist letting his hands leave the edges of the sink to wander. Though it was in vain, and with closed eyes Jake slipped a hand between his thighs, and under the waist band of his boxers.

As his fingers brushed against the sensitive flesh of his new pussy, he felt a jolt of pleasure that made him bounce on his toes as a gasp escaped him. He couldn’t help himself and soon his fingers were rubbing the outer lips, before finally pressing in to seek out the clit nestled inside. The moment he found it his eyes fluttered open, rolling back as he bit into his lip. The stimulation was addicting, and his moans continued to echo through the bathroom. The amount of noise, and constant moans bouncing off the walls would have surely alerted someone outside to his presence, but perhaps by magic the noise went uninvestigated, leaving Jake to suffer in exquisite pleasure.

“S-SOOOO GOOD!“ Jake cried out, unable to deny that he was enjoying every moment of pleasure his new female sex was providing. Though soon the pleasure was overshadowed by a craving, one he couldn’t ignore as if a new addiction had taken root. “N-Need more… of…” His eyes drifted to the lit cigarette that had somehow remained chopsticked between his fingers, his heart racing and breath catching in his throat. “more… of that delicious smoke!”

Without a moment’s hesitation he brought the cancer stick back to his lips, and inhaled deeply, surrendering to the urge that had consumed him. The taste was just as disgusting, as his first huff, but this time something about it felt… right, good. It made him feel good, the smoke filling his lungs.

Almost immediately as if in response to what he’d just done, he felt a tingle in his nipples. A tingle which was followed by an increasingly intense pressure, like air being forced into a balloon. Soon enough two barely visible mounds had begun to form on his flat chest, the pressure pushing them outwards further and further as they quickly tented his shirt like two burgeoning mountains.

“N-noAcKh! HOUGHK~Aaahoo!” he coughed and moaned, feeling another rising pleasure at the next wave of changes brought on by the smoke he’d inhaled into his lungs.

The pressure only intensified, ushering more and more moans intermingled with coughs from him. As it did, a pair of breasts began to take shape from the small mountains barely lifting his shirt. They swelled bigger and bigger as a mixture of fat and tissue flooded the growing mounds, giving them shape as they rounded within their fabric prison. His nipples throbbed, growing stiff as they brushed against the barrier of his shirt, mammary glands developing behind the rock hard buds as Jake gasped and shivers of pleasure seemed to dance down his spine.

His breasts were in full-bloom as more and more weight was forced onto his chest. They grew to more and more ridiculous and obscene proportions, surpassing the size of some of the bustiest girls he’d seen in his high school and likely even some of the female teachers as well. The added weight caused Jake to lurch forward, each boob like a massive, soft and round fleshy anvil threatening to pull him to the floor—a mix of pleasurable sensation and overwhelming discomfort.

“F-fuuuk, KAOGH, KAOUGH! Nngh… so h-heavy!” He groaned, feeling a tinge of growing pain in his spine as the vertebrae did their best to support the extra weight trying to pull him closer to the floor. “My fuckin’ back… Ouch, shit… ungh!”

Desperately, he reached out, clutching the sink once more to steady himself before he would have no doubt fell face forward from their weighty pull. His shirt strained against the growing orbs, the fabric stretching to its limits and threatening to give way with every second that passed.

Then with a resounding tear, the shirt succumbed to the pressure another casualty in the raging battle between clothing and flesh—tearing and splitting open, exposing Jake’s bountiful, jiggly, gargantuan, pale milk white tits to the world. They were a sight to behold, large and pendulous, almost unnatural in size with big, erect nipples resembling small dusky flesh toned corks. The overwhelming weight and sensitivity sent waves of pleasure shooting through Jake’s body, his mind reeling with a mix of awe and disbelief.

“T-tits! Nngh, fuck I’ve got big fat fucking tits!” His voice groaned out. Unable to resist, Jake’s hands moved instinctively to his new breasts, his fingers sinking into the soft, supple flesh. Much like his ass they were too big to fit within the confines of his small hands, overflowing from his grip. The sensation of his touch amplified the pleasure coursing through him, causing him to let out a small moan as he bit into his lip, which cradled the lit cigarette protruding from his mouth. And speaking of, he couldn’t stop himself from taking another hit and another.

With each inhalation of smoke, Jake’s already huge tits continue to pulse and swell little by little. The shirt which had fallen in battle had served as the only means of support for the massive mammaries, and now without, they were absolute torture even as a hand momentarily left  their softness to cling to the sink.

Using his entire body, Jake shifted and raised his torso, with grit teeth and a huff he managed to lift his tits up and then slumped forward. The twin masses of flesh plopping down into the ceramic sink he’d so desperately been clinging to during his ongoing metamorphosis.

“Oh, god… F-finally,” Jake breathed out, finally afforded some measure of comfort against the weight, as the sink bowl served as a much needed makeshift support.

As the metamorphosis progressed, other changes became apparent. Jake’s waist began to cinch, becoming a much more slender and feminine core, accentuating and bringing attention to the new curves of his body. His shoulders cracked and crunched as they slimmed down, losing their once-broad appearance. His arms lost what little muscle definition they had, softening into more elegant limbs, as if sculpted for grace and beauty.

His hands, too, underwent a remarkable change. The fingers lengthened, becoming elegant and graceful, as his nails grew out from their beds into long manicured points which were swiftly painted with shiny black polish by unseen forces.

“God, I can’t help myself…” Jake whimpered, eyes fluttering dreamily as the lingering sensation in his tits drew his hands back. “I, just… just wanna play with these big fat fucking titties…”

Caught in the throes of pleasure and unable to resist the bewildering changes to his own body, Jake couldn’t help but explore his new assets. His hands slipping into the sink and moving sensually over his massive breasts, squeezing and caressing the tender flesh. The sensations were intoxicating, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through his body, radiating from his engorged nipples as his palms brushed and pressed against them.

As Jake continued to grope and caress his massive breasts, overwhelmed by their size and sensitivity, another wave of desire washed over him. His legs pressed together instinctively, feeling the softness of his transformed thighs rubbing against each other. The pleasure from his lower body intertwined with the pleasure derived from his new breasts, creating a heady concoction that consumed his senses in a sea of bliss.

Craving another hit of that addictive smoke, Jake pursed his lips on the stick already sandwiched between his lips, taking a deep drag. To his surprise, the taste was no longer harsh or unpleasant; it was now strangely enticing, the smoke gliding down his throat like a seductive elixir.

As the smoke filled his lungs, Jake’s attention turned back to the mirror, and he watched as his face began to morph before his eyes. The changes started subtly, with the shape of his face shifting as his his cheeks raised and his jaw cracked, rearranging his his facial structure—going from and angular and masculine to more delicate and increasingly feminine contours.

As his face shifted, the pallid tone that had consumed most all of his body had soon crept up to his face, taking on the same porcelain white complexion that glowed with an otherworldly beauty. It was flawless, smooth as silk, giving his face an ethereal quality.

“Oh… m-my face too?” Jake whispered, as he watched the last identifier of his former identity shifting before him into an unrecognizable and unfamiliar visage. One that was looking more beautiful and pretty by the moment.

As he marveled, the changes to his face continued. His nose took on a refined shape, shrinking smaller and cracking into a more button-like appearance. Blinking, his eyes, once brown, shimmered before the color shifted into a captivating shade of grey, with a delightful charm. Long, dark lashes grew out to frame his eyes, drawing attention to their alluring, soulful depths, and above them his eyebrows thinned and tapered to frame the delightful grey orbs.

Then there was his lips, which were undergoing a lovely change of their own. Puffing up into a pair of big, full, plump and provocative pillows. And they were without a doubt designed for wrapping around more than just cigarettes, begging to be kissed and put to work on the end of a throbbing shaft.

His brown hair, previously short and unremarkable, grew at an astonishing rate. Falling past his shoulders, as each strand darkened from the root to the tips. Lifting a hand, Jake batted several strands from his eyes as it continued to grow—impossibly long, it cascaded down his back in a waterfall of glossy, jet-black strands. The front of his newly lengthened hair was soon sheared away as bangs took shape, artfully framing his forehead and adding a touch of mystery to his new visage.

With his newly lengthened raven black locks, he was unrecognizable as his former self, now possessing a notable gothic allure. And speaking of gothic, Jake watched as heavy makeup began to apply itself, enhancing the already beautiful visage staring back at him. His eyes were accentuated by a dark eyeliner and eyeshadow, and as they were Jake couldn’t stop himself from puckering his lips almost instinctively as if presenting them to the invisible makeup artist. The luscious pillows, were soon painted over with a black lipstick, dark and glossy, the finishing touch to his gothic makeover.

As his face finished up, Jake let out a small gasp as he took in his reflection. He looked like a half-naked goth girl now, incredibly beautiful and undeniably alluring. The sight both thrilled and unnerved him, pushing him further into uncharted territory as he could feel his pussy growing wet with arousal at how far the changes had come since his first puff on the cigarette.

Biting his lush lips, Jake let out a small moan, the sound resonating with a mix of disbelief and arousal. “I look so different… So beautiful, and it’s got me feeling… Mmm, aah... wet...” He breathed out revealing his voice, too, had changed. The sound now a victim of his new gender and what seemed like countless cigarettes—possessing a raspiness that was incredibly enticing, the sound sending shivers down  his spine.

Though as if the transformation wasn’t odd enough so far, Jake couldn’t help but notice something else happening. The strange feeling of vibrations against his skin, and as he looked down he noticed that what remained of the clothes still clinging to his body seemed to be responding to the strange cigarette induced transformation as well. It was as if they too understood the need for change.

Before his eyes, the fabric of his clothes began to liquefy, the fabric melting and morphing into a slimy black mass that danced across his skin. It slithered and slid, wrapping around his body with an almost sentient quality. In a mesmerizing display, the inky substance slowly began to solidify into blackened threads and other materials that started to weave themselves into the beginnings of a new ensemble perfectly catered to Jake’s new physique and style.

His eyes widened and a gasp escaped his plump lips as he felt what was once a pair of boxers, now reduced to black amorphic fluid between his legs. The strange sensation of it slipping over his female sex strangely arousing. Soon enough it had rematerialized into a pair of black panties adorned with a small gothy little skull symbol. The new feminine undergarment wedged itself between his shapely ass cheeks as the straps settled over his widened waist, brushing against his pussy now wet from the tight fit. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure up his spine, causing him to gasp again and involuntarily grind his hips against the fabric.

Following suit, the goop seemed to fall around his hips as it quickly took on the shape and appearance of a tiny little mini-skirt—black as well. It barely covered his big round ass, teasingly exposing the alabaster flesh beneath. The sight of the newly formed panties flossing his ass cheeks practically on full display.

The former scraps of his shirt morphed into what appeared to be black leather and took shape over his waist and tits, becoming a tight corset covered in various little straps and buckles of which were more-so for aesthetics than an actual function. Jake breathed out, as it tightened, cinching inwards and accentuating the feminine contours of his figure. The lacy cups forming over his tits provided them with some much needed and very welcome support, likely reinforced to aid in hoisting the pounds of jiggling flesh now seemingly threatening to spill over the tops due to their sheer volume.

Some of the discarded garments laying on the floor, had transmuted as well, climbing up his legs to form into a pair of fishnet stockings. The netting was immediately followed by his sneakers sliding up his legs, stopping knee high as the heels also seemed to lift him several inches off the floor. A pair of knee-high black leather boots with a raised platform, adding several lost inches back to his height.

In silence at the shift in apparel, he looked down at his hands and watched as a pair of fingerless fishnet gloves crawled up from his palms, extending up his arms as more and more was added to the ensemble. Around his throat, a choker had formed and he could feel something cold behind the cups of his new corset. Several silver piercings appeared in his lips hinting at the identity of the sudden sensation, and hidden from view, two silver barbells inserted them into his nipples forcing another of many moans from his throat. And he couldn’t help but squirm and squeeze his thighs together, feeling another piercing forming between his legs, which was met with an audible “Fuuuck…!” as it settled into place.

“Is this me?” Jake questioned, as he looked over his new outfit glancing back up at the mirror to see a completely different person than the one who’d entered the bathroom. “I’m so gothy looking now. Even my clothes...” He whispered, running his hands over the fabrics and materials of his new outfit, relishing in the touch of the sensual materials against his skin. The transformation was seemingly complete, from his head to his toes, he was every bit what would be the internet’s prime description of the legendary big titty goth girl. And it was all because of a single cigarette.

Though he could feel himself drawn back to the very same cigarette he’d been nursing this entire time, the one he’d occasionally taken a hit from to fuel the transformation thus far. The addiction to nicotine had long since taken hold of him, and he couldn’t deny it. “God, I need more… I n-need to finish this.”

Without hesitation he took one final, long drag. The smoke filled his lungs, mingling with the lingering pleasure that had charged every cell of his now voluptuous body. He sucked on the filter as what was left of the cigarette quickly burned down to the base until it was nothing but a charred butt.

As the smoke filled his lungs, Jake could feel something in his mind. Strange thoughts and memories that seemed unfamiliar at first. It was as if he was looking through someone else’s eyes and experiencing fleeting glimpses into their life. The nicotine wasn’t the only thing he was absorbing from the smoke.

He remembered being a girl…? But he was a guy… or maybe not? As fragments played out in his mind, he or well she remembered her parents… No, she didn’t have parents. She had a mom, just a mom. She never knew her dad and suddenly recounted countless memories of her mother complaining and bitching constantly about the no good piece of shit that was her father. Of them living in a shitty little trailer in town, and remembering the countless times her mother would go out to hang out on street corners and parking lots. Remembering being teased and embarrassed when her peers would bring up the fact that her mother was a hooker, who payed for their little shitshack with money made from selling her pussy.

More and more memories played out in her mind. One after the other, and as Jake let out an exhale, smoke billowing from her glossy black lips, her own memories seemed to be effected as well. Memories of her life seemed to slip through her fingers as if with the exhale she was expelling her former mind, memories, and personality like nothing more than a dissolving haze. She couldn’t remember her name, her friends, anything.

Soon enough the memories were becoming more and more clear. Her name wasn’t Jake… It was… was… It was Nessa, or simply Ness to the rare few people she had any semblance of a relationship with. Though she couldn’t call them friends, in fact she didn’t have friends. She didn’t like getting close to people. She hated people, always pissing her off with their stupid bullshit. Students and teachers in her school were such fucking retards who didn’t understand the shit she had to put up with, or what’d she’d been through.

Nessa was a bad apple, the product of a poor upbringing and lack of a good mother figure or friends. Her mother was less of a parent and more of a bad influence to her. The amount of times they’d get into fights was astronomical, though despite the history her mother did care enough to keep a roof over her head. Not only that, but she would encourage Nessa’s bad habits and congratulate her when she would beat the shit out of some preppy bitch or tell a teacher to go fuck themselves.

Memories of countless incidents in high school seemed to bubble to the surface of her mind. Countless fights with fellow students, physical and verbal. Of the shameless displays of her sexuality as she would have all sorts of sex on and off school grounds. Most everyone knew of how much of an insatiable slut she was, some people coming to her for sex while others mocked and berated her for her disgusting behavior. She’d been expelled multiple times for a variety of offenses and had flunked and failed several grades due to her lack of interest in her education. She couldn’t help but smile in the smoky haze as she remembered a brief stint in the local psyche ward after managing to get away with shaving a girl she hated’s head and tattooing her forehead with the words “Dumb Fuckin’ Slut” after ambushing and beating the shit out of her for a nasty comment that hit a little to close to home.

Hers was a life of constant chaos and shameless sexual escapades. Her life had shaped her into who she was, a jaded goth slut with a moody disposition. Brash and bitchy, sarcasm became second nature to her, a defense mechanism against a world she had grown weary of. Boredom was a constant companion, seeking constant stimulation to break through the monotony.

The addiction that had taken hold during her transformation became a defining aspect of Nessa’s identity. She craved the taste of nicotine on her tongue, the rush of smoke filling her lungs, and the seductive haze it cast over her senses. The cigarette had become a companion she could always rely on.

Then it was done.

With a flick of her wrist, Nessa discarded the cigarette butt onto the bathroom floor, the embers dying as she brought a boot down, stomping it out and grinding it under her heel. A smirk crossing her face, the mischievous look in her eyes a sign signaling the death of her former identity—she was Nessa now.

“Fuck, that was a good smoke,” Nessa purred, her raspy voice oozing with newfound confidence. “But you know what would be even better? A quick fuck to follow it up. My fucking twat is dripping.” She said as she didn’t hesitate to slip a hand under her skirt, dipping into her panties as she rubbed and probed her sex. “Mmmm, yeah gonna have to get some dick before I head back to class.”

And with that Nessa slowly pulled her hand away, sauntering towards the door with a sway of her hips and a wiggle of her huge ass. Stepping out into the hall, as she returned to the monotonous boredom of her new life.

A few moments later however, Nessa was scanning the crowd of faces without much interest. But then, like a predator spotting its prey, her gaze locked onto a lone figure—a lone nerd, busily sifting through his locker and oblivious to his surroundings.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Nessa sauntered over to him, her hips swaying seductively as she shoved her way through the crowd. Closing the distance she reached out, grabbing his arm and giving him a firm tug in the direction of the bathroom.

“Hey, what the-?” he started, but Nessa cut him off with a wicked grin.

“Relax babe, you look like you could use some fun.” She whispered, doing her best to put on a fake smile and a sweet voice to ensnare her latest prey.

The nerd blinked, clearly unsure of what was happening. “Um, What? F-fun?”

Nessa rolled her eyes dramatically. “God, you’re such a dork,” she scoffed, her patience wearing thin already. “But I guess I can work with that. Shut up and follow me, okay?”

Soon enough Nessa was ushering him towards the bathroom. Possessively grasping at his arm as she pulled him inside before he could protest. As soon as the door closed she turned to him, running a gloved hand through her hair. “So what’s your name Sweetie?”

“Uh… my name?” He stammered  a bit confused and surprised to find one of the hottest girls he’d seen in school suddenly so focused on him for some reason. “J-Jeremy. Jeremy… my name it’s Jeremy.”

“Well, baby I’m Nessa but you can call me Ness.” She took a step closer until they were practically nose to nose. “Now why don’t we just skip to the fun part?” she purred, running a finger along the collar of his shirt. 

“Oh, I-” Before he could finish his sentence, Nessa silenced him with a kiss, her big plump lips crashing against his with a hunger as she ravenously began to devour his mouth. Taken aback by her boldness, Jeremy wasn’t quite sure how to respond., never having kissed a girl before let alone one like this. He timidly reached out placing his hands on her hips as she did.

After a moment, Nessa pulled away with a smirk. Her own hands reached around her back as she began to blindly undo the laces holding her corset in place. As the corset finally fell away, Jeremy’s eyes widened as he witnessed the massive pair of tits bouncing free before his eyes. The first, and no doubt the biggest tits he’d ever see in his life. Each one capped by a pierced nipple, the silver bars glinting in the light.

“Go ahead, baby,” she whispered, squeezing and smushing the enticing mountains of flesh together before moving her hands under them to lift them up to him. “Don’t be shy. You can touch them.”

He hesitated for a moment, his fingers hovering uncertainly over her breasts. Nessa growled in frustration, grabbing his wrists and forcing his hands onto her tits.

“For fuck sake, you’re such a pussy,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes in exasperation. “Can’t you do anything right?”

Jeremy’s hands now firmly on the monumental mammaries, gave them a light squeeze far too gentle for Nessa’s liking. Her hands moving over his as she forced his hands closed over as much tit flesh that could fit, squeezing and groping herself roughly with his hands.

“Just grab them you fucking idiot! Like this!” She growled, already fed up with his bullshit.

“S-sorry! I’ve never done this before!”

“Fine! Enough bullshit!” Nessa snapped, as she slapped his hands away from her breasts, turning away from him as if to leave. Though instead she made her way over to the sink, placing her hands over the edges as she lifted her ass into the air, the skirt riding up to teveal the black panties wedged in her ass.

“Well?” She said expectantly, looking over her shoulder as she cast an impatient glance in his direction. “Just get over here and fuck me then you fucking moron. Aint that hard or are you too fucking stupid for that? Last chance, or I’m outta here and you can stay a virgin for the rest of your life.”

Jeremy pushed his glasses up, gulping nervously at being put on the spot by such a slutty and demanding member of the opposite sex. He could feel his erection straining uncomfortably against his pants, and as nervous as he was he knew he couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this.

Summoning his courage, he approached the goth as she wiggled her ass in his direction. His hands tentatively reaching out to feel her big lush ass, much to her surprise.

“Finally, some initiative.” Nessa commented, glancing back at him. “Now just get your dick out and fuck me already.”

Obeying her command he reached for his pants, fumbling with the button and zipper before letting them fall around his feet before his underwear joined them in the pile. His erection at full mast, as he grabbed the panties clinging to her ass, and slowly peeled them down to reveal a glistening wet cunt and tight little ass staring back at him.

Without another word, he grabbed his dick and lined it up with his target and then pushed his shaft right into her pussy. A gasp escaped his lips as he felt it slip right in, Nessa’s warm walls enveloping him like a glove, and before long his hands had found purchase on her hips as he began to rock his hips against her.

“Fuck, that’s it. Just like that,” she encouraged, pressing her ass back against him as he began to thrust into her from behind. “Now I just need a little something…”

Feeling that familiar craving, Nessa reached back fishing out another cigarette from a pack strategically hidden in the waistband of her skirt. Producing a lighter she brought it to her lips, expertly flipping it open and lighting up as she took a hit. The smoke filled her lungs, bringing a small smile to her face as she addressed him through the mirror in front of her.

“Come on, fuck me harder,” she demanded, smoke billowing from her nostrils. “And I swear to god you better not fucking cum in me, or I’ll tear your balls off. Understand shithead?”

“Y-yes…” He responded, his voice barely above a whisper as he grit his teeth. Speeding up, he squeezed her hips his dick pumping into her faster and deeper much to her approval as she enjoyed her cigarette.

“Mmm, shit. You’ve actually got a really nice dick.” Nessa commented, his wild and clumsy thrusting actually managing coax a small moan from her. No small part in thanks to the size of his dick combined with lingering arousal from the transformation that had long since transpired. The small moan soon grew in volume and frequency, pleasure radiating through her crotch as it was pounded over and over. “Fuck, fuck, give it to me! Harder!”

But just as they were on the brink of release, the bathroom door swung open, revealing a teacher standing in the doorway with a look of shock and disbelief on his face. Jeremy froze in terror, his cock still buried deep inside Nessa as he stared at the intruder with wide eyes.

Nessa, on the other hand, merely rolled her eyes in annoyance, taking another drag of her cigarette as if nothing were out of the ordinary. “What the fuck do you want?” she snapped, her tone sharp and dismissive. “Can’t you see we’re in the middle of something here?”

The faculty member spluttered incoherently, their face turning red with embarrassment as they struggled to find the words to respond. “I-I-I... You can’t... This is highly inappropriate!” they finally managed to stammer out, their voice trembling with outrage.

“I-I’m sorry, sir,” Jeremy apologized, his voice trembling with fear. “I-I didn’t mean to—I mean, we didn’t mean to-”

“Office now!” The teacher ordered, as the two separated and quickly got dressed. Nessa rolling her eyes as she and her latest companion were ushered to the principle’s office.

As they sat in the uncomfortable plastic chairs outside the principal’s office, Jeremy fidgeted nervously, his eyes darting around the room as he worried about the consequences of their actions. But Nessa remained calm and composed, taking long drags from her cigarette as she waited for their punishment to be decided.

When they were finally called into the principal’s office, Nessa sauntered in with all the confidence of a queen, her head held high as she took her seat opposite the principal’s desk. The principal, a stern-looking man with graying hair and a pinched expression, eyed her disapprovingly as he addressed her.

“Miss...Nessa, is it?” he began, his voice tinged with disapproval. “I trust you’re aware of the school’s strict policy against smoking on campus?”

Nessa took a final drag from her cigarette before stubbing it out on the the desk, her eyes flashing with defiance.

“Yeah, I’m aware,” she replied nonchalantly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “But I don’t really give a fuck.”

The principal’s eyes widened in shock at her brazenness, but before he could respond, Jeremy spoke up, his voice trembling with anxiety.

“I’m really sorry, sir,” he said earnestly, his eyes pleading for leniency. “It was my fault, I should have known better…”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Nessa muttered under her breath. “Stop groveling, you pathetic loser.”

The principal sighed wearily, rubbing his temples as he struggled to maintain his composure in the face of such blatant disregard for authority.

“Look, I understand that teenagers will be teenagers,” he said, his tone softer now. “But that doesn’t excuse your behavior. Smoking and engaging in such… activities on school grounds is a serious offense, Miss Nessa, and I won’t tolerate it.”

Nessa rolled her eyes at his words, her impatience growing by the second.

“Are we done here?” she asked, her voice dripping with disdain. “Because I’ve got better things to do than listen to this shit.”

The principal bristled at her insolence, but continued. “Not quite. You’ll both be waiting while I contact both of your parents regarding this.”

Jeremy’s eyes widened even further at the thought of his parents finding out about his uncharacteristic activity in the bathroom. Ness though, she could care less. She knew her mother well enough to know she wouldn’t give much of a shit, just the same old same old. And as the principle continued on, Nessa tuned out, her thoughts turning to her next fuck and of course her next smoke...