Changed by the Experience

Mark had been going through hell recently, ever since his sweet girlfriend Emma had been possessed by a stripper. “Crystal” had said it would only be temporary as she wanted to keep working while her own body was healing up from the implants she had just gotten.

It had quickly become a nightmare for Mark. Pretty much as soon as Crystal was in the driving seat in the driving seat she had stolen his credit card and using Emma’s memories of his PIN, maxed it out. Crystal had spent thousands of dollars replacing Emma’s wardrobe with hundreds of slutty outfits and “upgrading her look” which meant money spent on hair, makeup, nails and tanning. It all got worse when she had used the threat of never going back to kick him out of the master  bedroom and relegate him to the sofa as she took over the bedroom and made it her personal boudoir.

Mark couldn’t deny that his girlfriend now looked like a walking wet dream, but it didn’t make things any easier. He had to hide his erection every time she left for the club, dressed to the nines in one of many super revealing outfits. It was utter torture, having to watch his loving girlfriend turned into the embodiment of the word slutty. What was worse is that Crystal seemed to  be enjoying all of his frustration, teasing him, sending him snaps of his girlfriend that he couldn’t help but jack himself off to. At least he had managed to convince her not to sleep with anyone while she was in Emma’s body, the fact that they had only been with one another seemed to be enough to convince her.

When Crystal finally announced 3 months later that she was going to be switching back to her newly enhanced body, Mark was elated. This ordeal was finally over and he would have his sweet, innocent girlfriend back.

Unfortunately what Mark hadn’t counted on, was the effect that being trapped as a helpless passenger living the life of a stripper would have on Emma. She had felt all of the lustful stares as her body danced alluringly on stage every night, and surprisingly she had enjoyed every last one of them. It hadn’t taken long at all for Emma to become jealous of Crystal as she used her body to make more money in a week than she made in a year at her boring nine to five job. It thrilled her as she realised how much power that Crystal had over all of the sad, pathetic men that she skillfully manipulated into paying thousands of dollars to just watch her dance in private.

She got the same thrill as Crystal teased and tormented Mark, parading around the house in all of her sluttiest outfits, watching him stumble over his words as he tried to talk to her, all the while trying to conceal that pathetic little boner of his. Emma couldn’t help but come to resent Mark for being such a gullible fool as he lapped up everything that Crystal said about not having sex in her body. She knew that Crystal would break all of her promises to Mark as soon as she got a chance and Emma found herself to be so glad that she did. The sex was a complete revelation to her, it was so much better than being with Mark. She became hopelessly addicted as Crystal spent her time fucking all of her wealthiest and most attractive patrons, making sure that they were well and truly on her hook. 

Ever since she had realised how good she had it with Crystal in charge, Emma had dedicated herself to learning from and embracing everything that Crystal did. Learning how to make herself look hot, how to dance and most importantly how to wrap weak men around her little finger. By the time Crystal was ready to go back to her body the old Emma was gone, she had completely given herself to becoming a slutty stripper and only Emerald remained.