Hannah could never have guessed that accidentally resending her original email would have done anything at all. It was such a minor error. But as soon as Hannah resent the message, the magic email address activated and once again carried out its job, scanning the planet for any girl who might be hotter than Hannah. Except that, this time, the only person it found that was as sexy as Hannah was, well, Hannah herself. And so, email did the only thing it could to please the "request" of its recipient, entirely unaware that Hannah actually wanted to reverse the changes it had made. It analyzed every characteristic of Hannah's body and prepared to enhance her in any way it could so Hannah wouldn't have to feel inferior to herself anymore.
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Hannah bit her lips as another shock of pleasure went through her body and she felt herself inch a little taller. "N-n-noooo..." she mumbled, realizing what was happening. She squirmed and quivered, trying in vain to resist the pleasurable sensations coursing through her that were causing her to grow. But even scrunching her eyes tight as she tried to exercise mind over matter was no more than a futile attempt to stop the inevitable.
Her hands gripped the edge of her desk tightly in tension as her dainty hands grew perfectly manicured and nigh unbreakable nails that were digging into the wood and causing splintered gouges. "Goooodddd, what have I done! Please, ungh.... please stop!" she pleaded
But her pleas fell on deaf ears as her body continued to swell with sexual power.
She arched her back thrusting her perfect tits in the air as they and the rest of her body swelled again in time with a fresh orgasm ripping through her body. "F-F-fuck!!!" she moaned. The changes seemed to be picking up steam and as a result the waves of pleasure washing over her body were intensifying.
Hannah felt her resistance starting to fade as more and more power filled her body bent on turning her into an impossible beauty. With one, last, real effort to fight back, Hannah stood up to back away from the computer, which still showed the cursed email on its screen but as she did so her head bumped against her ceiling and she dropped back down to her knees.
"Oh god, please..." she moaned.
Every burst of pleasure shooting through her body seemed to emanate from her pussy. Her hips bucked involuntarily with the next pulse of energy. Every surge it was being thrust into her through her quivering pussy like some massive, phantom "cock" filling her to the brink with its power.
"Don't..." she gasped.
She could feel her pussy trembling in arousal and her nipples hard and bursting with tingling erotic pleasure.
"Stop!!!" she pleaded despite herself, feeling guilty that she was enjoying this and didn't want the pleasure to end.
All throughout her body, especially around her sexual organs, new clusters of nerve endings designed to extract pleasure were bursting forth. As these nerve endings grew and multiplied in density, Hannah's sensitivity escalated, her body needing less and less stimulation to experience greater and greater heights of pleasure. Now a simple touch or stroke of her pussy was becoming enough to bring quakes of pleasure as strong as what Hannah used to only get from a full on self-loving session with one of the dildos in her secret collection. Even though Hannah had always been pretty overt about her sexuality, her lively sex drive was one of the more embarrassing things for her to admit--especially to her family-- and so she tended to keep that side of life private. Speaking of, her new body was turning into a veritable sex machine and her already strong libido was increasing noticeably as well.
"Mmm, ohhh goddd..." she moaned in pleasure but also in guilt as she realized she was now giving in to the incredible feeling of growth instead of trying to "fight" it. As she dropped from her knees to the floor, moaning and writhing with pleasure while she reached down for an experimental touch of her throbbing, pulsing, incredibly sensitive womanhood. She gasped loudly as the light touch of her fingers shot through her like fire electric. Moaning furiously she bucked her endless lengthening legs as she dove into her pussy with a furious hunger. Every thrust and writhe and buck of her sensuous body displayed the glorious, toned muscles underneath her perfect golden-brown skin and showed off every inch of her fascinating curves.
Her vocal chords were morphing with each wave of power flowing through her as her already sensual voice became more and more sultry to give her the ability to make anyone--man or even woman--cum at the mere sound of her voice.
The email sought to make her sexuality superior in every possible way. A greater and greater percentage of her mind was being erased and reconverted to store the massive floods of sexual knowledge flowing into her brain to turn her into the ultimate fuck machine. Short of erasing Hannah's memories and personality, the email sought to rewrite and sexualize every part of Hannah's psyche. More and more of her old muscle memories were fading away only to be replaced with new sexualized variations of the same motor skills. The email was ensuring that Hannah's body language would drip with sexuality in all she did, even during the most menial tasks. Her new walk could drop men to their knees with lust. The way she would now relax in a chair, arching her back and perfectly emphasizing her mouth watering ass and jaw-dropping tits would easily cause the same reaction. Even simple day-to-day routines like eating breakfast would now be turned deeply erotic as Hannah would naturally suck and swallow food like she is slurping up a bulging cock.
The email was turning Hannah into a towering, over-feminized girl with the body of a sex goddess.
And if her mindnumbing curves, waspish but impeccably toned waist, cock-sucking lips, pools of flawless hair literally cascading all around her, or crystal clear eyes communicating desire weren't enough to reduce men and women around her into lust-addled sex slaves hell-bent on bring her pleasure and fulfilling her every desire, surely the ever increasing pheromones wafting being produced by body certainly would.
Hannah's silky golden skin perfected itself as seemingly every pore of her skin developed to help release steadily growing quantities of the purely addictive, sexual scent that now wafted off her body around her like an invisible cloud. Her body now happily and uncontrollably produced incredible quantities of the stuff, ensuring everyone who came into contact with her would be unable to resist her or her desires.
Now fully lost in the orgasmic pleasure of growing, Hannah screamed and shrieked as the flurry of mindblowing orgasms kept wracking her body, while the power of the magic email still continued to surge into her overpowered, oversexed form. Her hands raised up and down, cupping her breasts, kneading her pussy and rubbing up and down the contours of her curvaliscious figure.
With each pulse, her body grew, now much, much taller than her former 8' foot tall self. Before long her head bumped into one of the walls of her bedroom, and crouch her head to make room for her expanding form.
And as her body grew, so did the reach of the overpowering cloud of pheromones that, little did she know, permeated most of her surrounding neighborhood.
As the power of the email finally stopped flooding into Hannah, and her orgasms finally came to a shuddering stop, her entire neighborhood was now slowly becoming addicted to the invisible pheromones filling their air space. Slowly men and women were starting to give into their baser urges. Everywhere people were shedding their clothes and masturbating or cumming together in powerful orgies, not yet realizing they were slowly being turned into slaves of desire for a young girl named Hannah.
It was debatable whether the word 'girl' could even begin to describe the unimaginable sex goddess Hannah had become. Slowly, Hannah came down from her sexual high and began to regain her senses. She started to sit up slowly, forgetting why she lay down in the first place. "Oww!!! What the eff!" Hannah exclaimed when her beautiful head crashed into the ceiling of her bedroom.
"Oh. Oh God!"
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Choice A: As she comes to, Hannah realizes her situation has become much worse. She goes back to her computer again and tries to reverse the changes but is horrified when nothing happens after several efforts. Apparently the email can't change things back to normal. Not yet ready to give up, Hannah goes to her brother, the only one home, to ask for help.
Choice B: Hannah knows she should try to reverse the changes. But every second she spends in this new body feels simply incredible...
Choice C: something else
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