Candace was fucked.
And it wasn’t because just five minutes ago she’d been a sixty something grandmother amongst a couple of dozen other senior citizens in the private club for the richest people in the city.
No, as she looked around, everyone was now a twenty something sexualized ideal of who they might have been at some point. Her own changes had been just as extreme as everyone else’s. Her lips had never been this full, her waist never this slim, her ass never this round, and she’d never wore anything so skimpy in her life!
The rest of the room was the same, she could recognize Jason Timberlake on the other side of the room, he’d never weight under 200 lbs before, but now his six pack was clearly showing and his muscles were rippling all over his half naked body. She was pretty sure he was making out with Amanda Jones, who until a few minutes ago had been an 80 year old black woman but now looked like some hip hop backup dancer.
The rest of the room was the same, filled with hot, sexy, young, men and women making out like some low class porn shoot.
None of this was why she was fucked though.
No, instead that was because of the man walking towards her with lust in his eyes. Henry Preston had lusted after her since she was a teenager and he’d been in his late twenties. He’d made advance after advance to her but she’d turned him down over and over again.
She’d been quite happy to, especially when the rumors of his… proclivities, and the payoffs he’d had to make to keep the quiet, spread around the rumor mill these last few years.
She let out a little gasp when he arrived in front of her and reached down and grasped the back of her head with his left hand. Then he leaned down, placed his right hand on her ass, and kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth, and she responded in kind.
She was fucked, because right now, she knew she wouldn’t say no to anything he wanted to do to her.
He broke off the kiss and pulled her up to her feet, batted the glass with her drink off the table, and then bent her over it. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked back at him as he dropped his pants, lined up her pussy, and then gave her ass a firm slap.
“Oink! Oink! Oink!” she squealed in response and his eyes lit up like fireworks. Then he slammed into her and she squealed at the top of her lungs.
Her squeals and oinks didn’t even draw the attention of anyone else, but Henry heard each and every one of them, each one increasing the pace and ferocity of his thrusts.
He finally couldn’t hold back any more and she felt him unload inside of her, an orgasm crashing over her when he did.
He didn’t stop though, whatever magic had transformed the entire club had given him the stamina and fortitude to keep going and going and going.
As he did, she wondered if it would ware off, return them to who they had been, or if she would be stuck like this forever.
A sobering thought crossed her mind as Henry continued to fuck her and she squealed in response… maybe she wanted it to last forever. Maybe being a squealing little fuck pig was what she was meant to be all along.
She let out another squeal, her body shivered, and she orgasmed again… truly she was fucked… but that seemed ok now for some reason, so she just let Henry continue to fuck her and bring her orgasm after orgasm after orgasm… for however long it may last.
