WG Story Drone
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BBW, XWG, Sex: Here's a slightly more sexually explicit (FAIR WARNING!) of one girl's transformation.
Day 1
Demonia set her in her tiny little motel room. It had been three hours since her car had broken down in the small Texas town of Charlie's Corner. She had been driving across country from New York to LA. She thought doing it this would be fun and give her a chance to see the country. Boy had she been wrong. Demonia was a willowly, artsy, goth chick from East Village. She didn't quite mingle with the rednecks, truckers, and small town types she had run across during her travels.
She thought back to her first moment in the town. How she had barely made it to the garage before the car's engine had caught fire. The machinic working in the garage had been very rude to her. He kept calling her Vampira and making fun of how thin she was. The garage itself was what you'd expect. Lots of empty beer bottles and pictures of Playboy models plastered on the wall.
Another fellow working in the shop had stood up for her. His name was Cletus and was relatively handsome for a grease monkey. He told off the other grease monkey and walked Demonia over to a small inn across the street. Despite herself, Demonia was oddly attracted to Cletus. She even suggestively asked him to stay the night in her room. To which the hillbilly said "might nice of you darling, but you're a bit on the scrawny and pale side for me." Then just walked off without so much as a second thought.
Demonia normally wouldn't have even cared about this kind of guy. What was bothering her about it so much. Her deep thinking was interrupted by a knock at the door. Demonia opened it up and in walked Debbie, the owner of the inn.
Debbie was the complete reverse of Demonia. She was a zaiftag middle aged woman with piled high blonde hair and a light farmer's tan. But the largest difference was Debbie's breasts. Where Demonia's tits were small and perky. Debbie was sporting a couple of water melon sized hooters that jiggled with every step.
Now this buxom blonde was holding a large plate of corn bread, bacon, and rice in front of Demonia's face. It was piled in butter and smelled great. "Eat up" Debbie said. "You might even put some meat on those pasty bones" she added before she left.
And without a second thought Demonia eat every bite and then quickly nodded off to sleep. All night she had dreams she was a different girl. A girl with a round plump ass and fat, heavy boobs. A girl with curly blonde hair and a sunny tan. A girl named Daisy. Daisy's clitoris was being massaged hard by Cletus. And she loved it! Demonia got wet during her sleep.
She came hard and that triggered the transformation. Demonia was her way to becoming Daisy.
Corn Fed Girl
by Johnny Reb (a.k.a. Robo Fifi)
by Johnny Reb (a.k.a. Robo Fifi)
Day 1
Demonia set her in her tiny little motel room. It had been three hours since her car had broken down in the small Texas town of Charlie's Corner. She had been driving across country from New York to LA. She thought doing it this would be fun and give her a chance to see the country. Boy had she been wrong. Demonia was a willowly, artsy, goth chick from East Village. She didn't quite mingle with the rednecks, truckers, and small town types she had run across during her travels.
She thought back to her first moment in the town. How she had barely made it to the garage before the car's engine had caught fire. The machinic working in the garage had been very rude to her. He kept calling her Vampira and making fun of how thin she was. The garage itself was what you'd expect. Lots of empty beer bottles and pictures of Playboy models plastered on the wall.
Another fellow working in the shop had stood up for her. His name was Cletus and was relatively handsome for a grease monkey. He told off the other grease monkey and walked Demonia over to a small inn across the street. Despite herself, Demonia was oddly attracted to Cletus. She even suggestively asked him to stay the night in her room. To which the hillbilly said "might nice of you darling, but you're a bit on the scrawny and pale side for me." Then just walked off without so much as a second thought.
Demonia normally wouldn't have even cared about this kind of guy. What was bothering her about it so much. Her deep thinking was interrupted by a knock at the door. Demonia opened it up and in walked Debbie, the owner of the inn.
Debbie was the complete reverse of Demonia. She was a zaiftag middle aged woman with piled high blonde hair and a light farmer's tan. But the largest difference was Debbie's breasts. Where Demonia's tits were small and perky. Debbie was sporting a couple of water melon sized hooters that jiggled with every step.
Now this buxom blonde was holding a large plate of corn bread, bacon, and rice in front of Demonia's face. It was piled in butter and smelled great. "Eat up" Debbie said. "You might even put some meat on those pasty bones" she added before she left.
And without a second thought Demonia eat every bite and then quickly nodded off to sleep. All night she had dreams she was a different girl. A girl with a round plump ass and fat, heavy boobs. A girl with curly blonde hair and a sunny tan. A girl named Daisy. Daisy's clitoris was being massaged hard by Cletus. And she loved it! Demonia got wet during her sleep.
She came hard and that triggered the transformation. Demonia was her way to becoming Daisy.
