“Oh my gosh. You’re, like, sooooo funny, Josh,” Allyson giggled as she amicably put a hand on her date’s shoulder.

“Yeah, right? I’m the funniest guy you’ll ever meet!” Josh flexed his bicep to somehow accentuate the point. They had been on a date for 4 hours – 4 agonizing hours, to Allyson – and Josh had shown off his muscles at least 50 times. It was as if it were his only defining feature. She supposed she couldn’t have been surprised, considering he was the star of the college’s ultimate football team. It was much less painful to watch when it was Jess from the girl’s team crushing a watermelon with her thighs, instead.

Unsurprisingly, Josh had insulted Jess and the entire girl’s team multiple times, claiming that girls can’t play sports, obviously, that was a guy’s thing, and girls should just go back to the kitchen (his words). Allyson bit the inside of her lip to avoid confrontation.

The most painful part of having to tolerate this date was listening to Josh’s inane rambling and subtle misogyny. Having to do that and pretend to be sooooooo in love with him like he expected all girls to be. Not to mention, doing the same while buttering him up with empty compliments – AKA lies – and just watching the clock tick by.

It was probably some of the worst 4 hours of Allyson’s life. But she had a very good reason for doing this.

“Soooo,” Allyson twirled her hair casually, “will you take me back to your place…?”

Josh gave one of those awful dudebro laughs. “Yo, score! Of course!”

Allyson tensed up, but hid it by giggling more. “I just wanna see your dormitory! I think I…” She feigned innocence, shyness, virginity. Josh knew the kind, and so did she. “Want… y’know, some more time, to, um…”

“Oh, yeah.” Josh threw an arm around Allyson and dragged her in closer. “I totally get it. Chicks like you can be such a tease, but don’t worry, I’ll keep my eyes on you.”

Allyson forced a smile with everything she had. She briefly touched her bag to make sure it was still with her. “Lemme show you the bro’s den - I mean, Alpha Sigma Alpha’s house.”

Right. Josh wasn’t only the star of the football team, he was also the leader of Alpha Sigma Alpha, the most sportsy and wild fraternity. Allyson, meanwhile, was a part of Delta Omega Beta, a sorority that somehow ended up as a trans lesbian polycule.

Allyson remembered why she was on this date. She and her sorority hated Josh’s frat. The loud parties, the light but visible misogyny, the obnoxious laughter. Allyson and her sorority held it together, even after they egged their house. But the worst incident was when Josh and some bros ran into Allyson and some of her partners, and said–

“Nice tits and ass!” 

Before driving off with the fraternity.

Allyson seethed for days after. But she wasn’t someone to just disregard misogynist catcalling. Allyson was a planner, she sought to get things done. She needed to put Josh, and his frat, back in his place.

And she knew exactly how. The answer to that hid in her satchel.

~~

“Yo, score!” Josh exclaimed, showing off a pink, frilly book to all his bros. “That chick left some of her shit here! This book must have all sorts of hot porn!”

“Wooooah,” another bro, Derek, came up and gasped. “It’s gotta be porn. There’s no book that pink and sweet that won’t have girls in swimsuits in it.”

“Pshh, swimsuits?” Chad scoffed. “That’s gotta have some hot girl on girl action, like scissoring and shit!” His face blushed and an indecent smile crossed his face. “We’ve gotta see what’s inside.”

“But we can’t jerk off together, that’d be totally gay,” Josh dismissed.

“Yeah, Josh is right. Let me grab the whiskey, we’ll just look for now.”

Mike went to the kitchen to grab enough alcohol for the entire frat plus some. In the process, he brought over Brandon, the fifth member of their frat, and a particular enthusiast of lesbian porn. Dudes talking about their porn preferences wasn’t gay as long as the porn was of women.

“That’s not porn, dudes,” Brandon sighed, “that’s probably just her diary entries. Maybe she writes shit in it.”

“Who cares? We gotta open it.”

Once the fraternity was all huddled around the table, Josh prepared the book in the center table. Everyone sat around it, in high spirits with alcohol in hand. The leader of the fraternity dramatically opened it, preparing to see some hot girl shit in it–

They didn’t see that. They didn’t see anything. Because as soon as Josh opened the book, the room was flooded with a pink mist. It filled the room within seconds, permeating every crease and corner. The frat bros didn’t even have time to hold their breath, and each of them inhaled a copious amount of the mist.

“Y-yo…” Josh gasped for air, still trying to hold his breath. “What’s… like… going on…”

“See? I told you it wasn’t going to be porn…!” Brandon coughed as he tried to speak, and the rest wouldn’t even try. 

Josh reclined against his chair, feeling as though he were going to fall down even if he were sitting. He waved a hand wildly in front of him, trying to clear away the mist. He was only able to clear it for a second, but what he saw in front of him felt like a hallucination.

He saw Derek. Only, without all the muscle. Which was bizarre because Derek was the kind of person to go to the gym twice a day and then again when he’d be bored. He beat the rest of the frat in deadlifting and bench pressing. So seeing him without muscle was just inconceivable.

Josh whisked away more of the mist to get a better look. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Not only Derek no longer had a sack of muscles, what he had was an hourglass figure with a large ass and tits to match.

The mist finally began to clear. It quickly became clear to Josh that Derek wasn’t the only one. The entire frat had all been star members of the football team and looked like it too. Now they looked more like a slutty cheer squad, the kind they begged school administration for. Josh immediately looked down, and much to his horror, saw his figure looked entirely different as well. The dancing pecs he’d been so proud of had turned into what he assumed were triple D boobs.

“Yo, wh-what happened to us?!” Chad looked in horror — lust — a mix of the two — at his own body. His body hadn’t just changed below the neck, either; his face looked like a porn star’s, with lips to match. “Are… are these boobs? Why the fuck do I have boobs, girl— I mean, bro?!”

“I-I don’t know!” Brandon wailed as he tried to process the same changes to his own body. At first, Josh thought at least they kept their tall, dominant statues, but it quickly became apparent each of them lost at least half a foot. Instead, they were all wearing six-inch heels as opposed to their typical sneakers and dirty gym socks. “These tits, they’re just like… they’re like those playboy magazine girls!”

“You mean the ones whose clothes you gotta scratch off with a penny to see their… their…” Derek drooled as he tried to finish his thoughts. Quickly, whatever he was about to say disappeared, and his attention refocused on his own massive set. “These have gotta be like, triple D cups, right?”

“Nah bro, I dated a porn star once, these are more like… F-sized!” Josh interjected. His hands were close to his chest, so close… his smile turned into a perverted grin, the kind a teenager would get sneaking onto a porn website. “Are… are these real?”

Experimentally, Josh slowly put one of his palms on one of his barely covered breasts. “W-woah!” He moaned. “They… they’re so real… you… you girls — guys — gotta try this!”

“R-really?” Chad and Brandon were next to test their curiosities. After a minute, both of them gasped in shock. “They are! Ohhhh, this feels so good… is this how girls feel all day? Do girls just get to, like, do this?”

“G-guys…” Josh whimpered, trying to garner the frat’s attention. “This is like… so wrong… we gotta fix it…”

“Right! I’m only supposed to exist as a girl!”

Everyone stopped and looked at Derek, who fumbled over his words. “I-I mean, I’m only supposed to exist as a… as a, um… girl?” He shook his head. “I-I don’t know what I’m trying to even say, girls – I mean, bros…” His hands raised to his chest again, a strand of drool dropping on top of them. “B-but, can I go back to touching these? They’re, like, sooooo great, y’know?”

“Y-you meant to say ‘I’m only supposed to exist as a girl’!” Brandon tried to correct him, but ended up stumbling over the mantra himself. “I mean… huh? Why… why can’t I say… b-boy?”

“Maybe… maybe you were trying to say ‘obedience is pleasure’?” Josh blinked, the room falling silent as soon as the words came out of his mouth. Obedience is pleasure – that was not in the slightest what he meant to say! He meant to say… To say…

Obedience is… no…

Obedience is… pleasure…

Josh shook his head, but his mind slowly conformed to the mantra. “B-being a girl is… obedience…” He wasn’t even trying to say anything, but the words just fell out of his mouth. “Being a girl is obedience?! What am I even saying?” Josh’s complaints felt so weak, and the urge to just squeeze his boobs and jack off consumed him. Slowly, he succumbed. The other members of the frat had started touching their weak, limb, soft cocks long ago. 

“W-what are you guys… doing?” Josh asked weakly, looking at the boys tenderly playing with their dicks – their members had halved in size and no longer looked like the kind straight girls would lust for years after. “This is, like, so gay…”

“It’s not gay if you’re a girl.”

Josh blinked. Where did that voice come from? It didn’t belong to any of the bros, and it didn’t sound like it, either. If anything, maybe it sounded a little like… maybe Allyson’s? Josh shook his head. No. Why would he be hearing Allyson’s voice now? Then again, that book came from her…

He couldn’t finish that train of thought. It’s not gay if you’re a girl. It’s not gay if you’re a girl. It’s not gay if you’re a girl.

“It’s not gay… if you’re a girl,” Josh murmured verbally, finally. “Wait… I just realized! It’s, like, not gay if you’re a girl!”

Derek let out a delighted, high-pitched gasp. “You’re, like, so right! It’s soooo not gay if you’re a girl! Come on, I wanna see your tits, girls!”

All of them eagerly followed the command – almost too eagerly. Josh slowly touched his chest, moaning as the touch felt a million times better than any time he jacked off. He couldn’t stop playing with his chest, moaning as he did. Josh distantly noticed that his waist no longer fit in his jeans. As he continued to play with his boobs, he saw Chad and Brandon taking off their pants. Both of them were moaning indecently, the same way as Josh.

Josh continued to believe something was wrong, somehow. But he couldn’t put his finger on why. After all, his fingers were all too busy feeling up his tits, tits that continued to increase in size. The larger the boobs got, the hotter Josh felt touching them, and the harder it was to listen to that nagging voice in the back of his head. Josh giggled more as he tried to think. Thinking was, like, so hard.

It was then it hit them.

His frat – the stars of the football team, jocks that girls would swoon over – had become nothing more than slutty bimbos.

“W-wait…” Josh wanted to protest, to gather whatever brain cells he could. “Shouldn’t… we be… like, not like this?”

“Uh, yeah, but, like, I’m only supposed to exist as a girl, right?” Chad giggled. “I-I mean… I think so…”

“Yeah, but, weren’t we like… into, um, sports and stuff?” Josh interjected, continuing to touch his breasts without any sense of shame.

“Yeah, and like, girls loved us, too!”

“It’s good we are girls now,” Brandon giggled. “Now we can just be sexy and play with each other aaaall day long! W-wait,” Brandon gasped as an idea came to his head. “If it’s not gay if we’re girls… Chad, can you like, touch my boobs?”

“Oh my gosh, yeah!” Chad eagerly followed the order, placing his hands firmly on Brandon’s chest. “W-wow… your tits are, like, so big…”

Brandon moaned indecently. “Y-yeah! Why did I even like being a boy?”

“Huh? We were boys?” Chad asked, making a disgusted face. “Ewwww. Don’t you remember? We’re only supposed to, like, exist as girls! And, like, obedience is pleasure!”

"But -- yeah, girl!" Josh had stopped trying to refrain himself from calling his frat brothers 'boys'; after all, they were girls now, and either way, it took too much mental energy out of him. "We used to be all... buff, and like, have muscles, and do sports! Don't you, like, remember?"

None of them remembered. Or if they did, they didn't say so. The other four members of the fraternity were all too busy pleasuring themself or another, groping someone's tits, and saying their new mantras mindlessly. For Josh, too, it was hard *not* to do those things.

Especially when Derek came up behind him, smothered Josh's neck with his newfound tatas, and reached from behind.

"They're miiine now!" Derek giggled like a silly bimbo, grabbing onto Josh's tits enthusiastically. Josh let out a long, shocked gasp, before he just melted into Derek's touch. By this point, all of their shirts had flown off, and it wasn't like any of them were wearing bras. Their pants could no longer fit, and each of them were dripping precum from their soft dicks -- Josh included.

"B-buuuuh..." Josh moaned, sinking into the chair, and into Derek's touch. "That feels, like... so good..."

"Yeah?!" Derek grinned widely. "Isn't it, like, so much better being a girl? Why would we ever want to be boys?"

"B-because... because..." Josh's mind struggled to focus on anything other than tits, stupidity, and continuing to pleasure himself and the others.

But... the book that Allyson gave him... If he put his two brain cells together, the idea that she didn't leave it there by accident began to form. Anytime he tried to think, though, Derek just groped him harder, pulling him back into his new identity as nothing more than a vapid bimbo.

Although... it wasn't like they needed a reason to see Allyson and her sorority, right?

"Y-yo..." Josh finally managed to speak up. "Wouldn't it be, like... so hot if another, hotter woman could just, like... order us around?"

Mike gasped in delight, both him and Brandon squeezing each other's tits harder for a second. "Oh my gosh! That would be, like, so much fun!"

"Like, yeah!" Derek agreed. "Playing with these tits would be nice, but like, it would be sooooo fun for more girls to look at us and make us their dolls!"

Make us their dolls.

Make us their dolls.

Make us their dolls.

For some reason, those four words, that concept, continued to echo in Josh's head. "Y-yeah! Besides, wouldn't it be so much fun to show these tits and this ass to all of the campus? They like, wouldn't be able to say no to us."

"You mean we wouldn't be able to say no to them?" Mike grinned.

"Oh, yeah, duh!" Josh knocked on his skull playfully. "C'mon, girls, let's go!"

They all left, cheering and continuing to play with each other even out of the house. None of them had clothes that fit them well enough, so all of them could only fit in oversized t-shirts. Their boxers felt so small, that their groins couldn't even fit in them, and Derek and Chad just opted not to wear underwear at all.

The longer they walked outside, the more Josh realized how much of a terrible idea this was. The entire campus was looking at them. That would be bad enough were they just any group of friends, but they were the stars of the football team. Even though their appearances changed, one could look at their faces or attire and see the resemblance.

Josh hoped the darkness of the night would be able to hide their identities.

Then again, what was he so concerned for? They were only supposed to exist as girls, right?

That mantra continued to repeat itself, in all of their minds, until they finally arrived at the door. The door to Allyson's sorority.

Josh had heard lots of rumors about them, mostly that they were a bunch of kinky fucks. Maybe that's why so many of them had their eyes on this sorority for so long.

“Oh my gosh, what do you think they’ll do to us?” Brandon giggled.

“Ooooh, I hope they play with my tits a lot!”

“I want them to, like, give me a tutoring session! But like, a sexy one. They can fuck me while they teach me chem… chem, ummm… math!”

“Shh!” Josh quieted the rest of the frat down, before knocking on the door to Delta Omega Beta. The frat ‘boys’ giggled as they waited for the door to be answered, continuing to shamelessly play with their tits and express their degrading, submissive desires with no hesitation.

Eventually, someone answered.

Actually, all of them answered. Allyson and her four sorority sisters all greeted them at the door. They all had different aesthetics, different personalities, but all were extremely hot, especially with their crossed arms and those smug expressions.

Especially Allyson. Her eyes were locked with Josh’s, her smile almost screaming ‘serves you right’. Josh, however, wasn’t nearly smart enough to gather that.

Something seemed different. In the past, the sorority seemed to be a group of meek, shy girls who needed a strong figure to guide their way (like himself, of course). At least, that’s how they seemed to Josh. But now, if anything, it looked for sure like they had the upper hand on the entire fraternity.

Josh forgot what he came here for. Oh what was it…

“Hello, boys,” Allyson greeted, and her friend group chuckled behind her. “Off to a whore house or something like that?”

“Wait! Can we, like, go to a whore house?” Derek asked excitedly. “Then we can get fucked lots and lots!”

“No! We need to ask them what’s… what up with these…”

Josh’s train of thought drove off into the fog, never to be seen again. Instead, what was on his mind were two things: Allyson’s left and right boobs.

“Uh…” A strand of drool dropped down Josh’s chin from his lips. “Wow, you have like, really nice tits!”

“I know. I grew them myself, idiot.” The sorority all laughed at Josh’s stupid comment. “Unfortunately, I don’t let gross boys touch them.”

“W-wait! But we’re not boys! We’re, like, only meant to be girls!” Chad interjected.

Another girl turned to Allyson, an equally smug smirk on her face. “You gave them the bimbo book, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” Allyson scoffed.

Mars, standing to Allyson’s left, shrugged and sighed. “Seems it worked perfectly. At least they’re tolerable now.”

Mike narrowed his eyes. “A book?! Eww, do we have to, like, read, or something?”

“Wait! I, like, remembered what I was going to say!” Josh mustered his courage up, but could not rip his eyes away from Allyson’s chest. “You… um… you did something to us! That book made us, um…”

“A band of brainless, slutty bimbos?” Mars laughed. “I think it fits you all much better. You’re actually tolerable, for once.”

“S-so you did do something to our brains!”

“Bold of you to assume you had any brains.”

“Um… I don’t know what ‘bald’ means! But you also made us, like, a bunch of cheerleaders! We used to have, um… muscles and stuff!”

“Girls, girls,” Allyson sighed. “Why don’t you come inside? We can have an orderly talk. I’m more than certain we can clear this little misunderstanding up.” She opened the door a tad wider, revealing the spacious, decorated living room.

Brandon gasped and looked to Josh. “They’re, like, inviting us in! That means…”

The group of bimbofied football players quickly shuffled into the sorority home. All of them giggled to each other, but Josh tried to hold himself together. He took a moment to look around the sorority house.

Obviously, Delta Omega Beta’s dorm had a far different vibe from Alpha Sigma Alpha’s. The walls were painted a dull yet light lilac, and the lighting in the room were brought by quirky lamps and fairy lights. Movie, video game, and band posters decorated the walls — something he wouldn’t have expected. The sorority house was significantly smaller than Josh’s; which made sense, considering Josh’s frat got exponentially more funding. (Fuck, Josh thought to himself, how am I supposed to budget when I can’t even do math?!) The couches didn’t exactly match, but they all looked cozy, and oddly went well together. Colorful throw pillows, some with memorable quotes, and blankets covered the couches.

But most weirdly, next to the couches were five pillows on the floor. They were placed too uniform to just be simple messy habits. Almost like… they were meant for people to kneel on them.

Josh’s mine began to fill with lewd thoughts again. Oh god, imagine kneeling next to Allyson, her using Josh as a bimbo fleshlight, only existent for her amusement…

He shook his head, almost trying to physically force those ideas out of his brain. No! He came to get answers, answers to explain the drastic changes to his mind and body. He had to know, and he had to have those changes reversed.

He… had to. Right?

I’m only supposed to exist as a girl.

I’m only supposed to exist as a girl.

Only… supposed to exist… as a girl…

No, he couldn’t be thinking like that! He was Josh, the leader of the football team, the president of the manliest frat in existence. His body was 50% testosterone. He never wanted to be a girl. This was a mistake. His frat and himself were all corrupted.

It was wrong.

And yet, everything felt so right the way it was. He was a hot slutty bimbo who didn’t need to think. Better yet, Allyson and her sorority were paying attention to him, when in the past they’d at most flip him off or spit at him.

He was so torn. But before he could hurt his brain thinking too hard, someone called him over.

“Joshy! You gotta come here,” Allyson giggled.

“Y-yeah! Of course!”

Josh followed the command like a puppet. He didn’t even realize he obeyed without a single question in his mind. But suddenly, he was next to Allyson, who calmly sat down on the one recliner in the room.

“So,” Allyson crossed her arms. The rest of the girls had sat down, and none of the bimbos had a chance to take a seat; at least, not one that wasn’t a cushion on the ground. “You wanted to say something to me. What was it?”

“It— that book you left, um, in my dorm…”

“Oh my,” Allyson gasped, her voice full of faux shock, “that was my physics textbook. I was wondering where it went!”

“But… there was, like, pink gas and stuff…” Josh couldn’t remember much more than that. Everything afterwards just involved him growing massive tits and ninety percent of his brain cells dying. And yet, he continued trying — Josh knew something was wrong. It was like having an itch right in a spot he couldn’t reach.

Mars sighed in exasperation. “Man, I’m wiped out from my evening classes.” She turned to Chad. “What was your name? Chantelle?”

“It’s, um, Chad,” he responded, his voice hardly anything other than a giggle.

“Huh? Nah, that’s not right. Stupid bimbo.” Mars reached over and grabbed his ass, groping it with much force. “Your name is Chantelle now. And you’re a girl, so start referring to yourself as one. Got it?”

“Um… ahhh…” He tried so hard to resist. “But… that isn’t how… who I am…”

Mars just gripped him tighter and then put another hand on his chest. Chad let out a loud, indecent moan.

“Yeah it is, Chantelle. You want to follow what I say, don’t you?”

“I… I… yes…”

“Good girl,” Mars purred. “So. What’s your name, Chantelle?”

“It’s… um… Chantelle.”

“And are you a girl?”

“I’m… only supposed to exist as a girl…”

“Right, Chantelle.” Mars grabbed her other asscheek hard, winking seductively at Chantelle. “Get me a sprite, wouldn’t you, dear?”

Chantelle giggled and happily agreed without so much as another thought. She ran over to the mini-fridge, got a sprite, and obediently handed it back to Mars. Mars only thanked her by groping her chest again.

It didn’t take long for the other former frat boys to slide into their new roles. Allyson, of course, took control of Josh, but the other members didn’t really care who was paired up with who; after all, they were nothing more than a bunch of dumb bimbos with the same style and level of intelligence. Cryss, the shyest girl in the sorority, was paired up with Derek, whose name became Danika. Danika was given firm instructions to make Cryss comfortable and pleasured, and threatened with punishment if she even made Cryss begin to cry.

Josh turned into Jewel. Jewel tried to protest, trying to explain that no, my name is Josh! But Allyson quickly squashed those protests with two hands on each of Jewel’s massive tits. Jewel forgot what she was complaining about, and instead sank to her knees to begin eating out Allyson on command.

Mike turned into Michelle and became Ji-Yun’s slutty bimbo toy. Brandon – turned Brianna – now belonged to Ziya. All of them changed their pronouns without any protest or questioning; it wasn’t like they were able to, anyways. (“Pronouns actually, like, exist?” Chantelle asked.)

Soon, each of the former frat members, stars of the football team, was now nothing more than a bimbo toy. Their clothes were stripped off, the sorority sisters playing with them casually. Like they were nothing more than dolls, maids existent only for their service. Occasionally, the sorority sisters would ask them to grab a drink or some snacks, and they’d do so with absolutely no complaint.

Except for Jewel. Jewel saw her former ‘frat’ ‘brother’ at the fridge, both grabbing snacks for their respective handlers, and had to try to pull someone else back up, if not himself.

“I-isn’t this… like… wrong?” With no hands to grab her ass or tits, Jewel was given a bit of freedom with her thoughts. But when she asked, Danika just shrugged.

“This is like, so much better than whatever we were doing before! Instead of sweating on a stinky football field, all we have to do is do what these girls want and then we get to be played with and have our tits grabbed!” Danika’s voice was almost all giggles. Before Jewel could press, they were called back and scolded for taking too long. Both with a light slap to each cheek.

Allyson reclined as Jewel went back to eating her out. She sighed with a confident smile and turned to Ji-Yun, “it’s so nice that the football team’s stars are all gone, now. Maybe now The Tigresses will become the college’s team.”

“Oooh, yes!” Ji-Yun agreed excitedly, putting her feet on top of Michelle’s arched back. “Maybe I’ll actually start caring about football, then. Blake and her team are so much hotter than these hunks of meat ever were.”

“H-huh?” Jewel pulled away for a moment in shock, processing what he just heard. Before he could listen much longer, Allyson put a hand on his head and shoved him back into her crotch.

Blake… that name was more than familiar to Jewel. Blake Goodman ran the other football team on campus, the women’s team. It had been a common complaint from Allyson’s sorority that all the attention was on Jewel’s now-declining football team. Was that their MO? To put the men’s football team out of service and have the Tigresses pick up instead?

He supposed, in a way, it made sense. Blake’s team was full of hot butch lesbians who could break watermelons with their thighs and bench press any of the sorority girls with ease. But… no! Jewel – Josh – Jewel, she spent so much time building up the football team, and only just became the captain that year. She worked so hard, and to see all that hard work now be for nothing… 

But she couldn't think about that. Jewel could barely think. The only things occupying her mind right then were pleasuring Allyson, boobs, and being used as a fucktoy. No one like her could ever be on a football team, same with the rest of the Alpha Sigma Alpha members.

Jewel's brain worked in the back of her mind, or at least, it tried to. Was this where her life was supposed to go? Being used as a footstool, serving Allyson's ever demand like a maid in a cafe? Lifting her shirt to reveal herself at a word's command?

Being their mindless toy?

Jewel tried to fight it. She tried to find those dead brain cells, to try to reawaken them. But it was a futile effort. Every time Allyson saw even a fragment of a thought in Jewel's eyes, she groped her roughly, killing that thought instantly. This was Jewel's life -- all she would know was sex, service, and how to be the best bimbo slut possible.

She heard the lewd sounds of her former fraternity house as the girls used and pleasured them, or as they were forced to pleasure their handlers. Danika had tears in her eyes from having a tenth orgasm forced from her poor, tiny dick. Chantelle's eyes had rolled back as a vibrating wand was forced into her crotch, making her climax over and over and over again. All of the frat boys-turned-bimbos were having orgasms torn from them repeatedly, all for the sorority's entertainment. That was their whole life now.

Jewel... She felt regret. She should have been smarter, she should have resisted the changes and protected her fraternity. But it was too late.

Was it?

"Hey," Allyson barked, pulling Jewel's hair up. "Turn around and sit on my lap. Take your soaked panties off, too."

"I...I..." Resist. Jewel wanted to resist, even though she couldn't remember anything from her name to the basic rules of football.

Allyson wasn't having it.

"I gave you an order, slut." She grabbed Allyson's ass roughly. "Do you want me to get our floggers out for you?"

"N-no, ma'am!" Jewel responded accordingly, the exact way Allyson wanted her to. She followed the command without a second question, without another moment of hesitation. She pulled down her wet excuses for panties and sat on Allyson's lap.

Allyson smirked at her property. Her hand reached into a drawer and pulled out one of the many sex toys -- a fleshlight, and a very expensive-looking one, too. Jewel briefly wondered how many sex toys these girls even had.

She couldn't linger on that thought for very long. Allyson grabbed Jewel's limp dick and shoved it into the fleshlight. Jewel let out a long, desperate gasp. She hadn’t quite realized how utterly horny she was. Allyson’s hand worked the fleshlight on Jewel ruthlessly, intending to do the exact same to her as to the rest of Alpha Sigma Alpha.

The room smelled of sex. Jewel still tried so hard to think, to resist this new life of hers. But everything felt so divine. The new sensations around her ass and tits, the scintillating way Allyson treated her and the others like dirt, and the first orgasm Allyson pushed Jewel to have. Jewel’s light cum filled the fleshlight, filling it more and more – but Allyson obviously wasn’t satisfied with just one.

As expected, she continued going, doubling down on her speed and intensity. Jewel struggled so hard. She wanted to think. She didn’t… want…

“You’re only supposed to exist as a girl,” Allyson whispered it into her ear. “You’re only supposed to exist as a girl. Doesn’t that make much more sense?”

“Ah… I…”

Allyson squeezed the fleshlight hard, breaking Jewel into a second, more powerful climax. While doing so, she grabbed one of Jewel’s tits with her free hand. “Answer the question, you stupid, stupid bimbo.”

“I’m – I’m only… only supposed…” Jewel didn’t want to finish it. That mantra had been repeating in her head like a broken record. It’s wrong, she wanted so desperately to believe.

“You’re only supposed,” Allyson growled, groping onto her harder, “to be a girl.”

“Only… supposed to – supposed to be… a… a…” Jewel shook her head.

Allyson sighed. “You’re so stupid, you can’t even remember a simple sentence. Here, this one is easier: obedience is pleasure.”

Obedience is pleasure. That mantra sounded like a chant in Jewel’s head. “Obedience is… pleasure…” she managed to say through a third forced painful orgasm. “O-O-obedience is… is pleasure…”

“Good girl. Try the first one again, would you?”

Jewel gasped for air, trying to break free. Her resistance grew more and more futile as her strength, willpower, and smarts continued to diminish. She was happy here. All she needed to do was be a pretty face and be a sex toy for the hot girl sorority. What was so wrong about that?

Allyson continued tormenting Jewel and her poor sex. She was determined to get Jewel to say the goddamn mantra already, and she refused to take no as an answer. “These changes are permanent, babe,” she cooed, “there’s no use in resisting. You’ll only make this harder for yourself.”

Her hand stopped moving for a second, giving Jewel a moment of reprieve. “Here’s how it’ll go. You say the mantra now, and I’ll only make you cum one more time. If you don’t now, I’ll make you have ten. Doesn’t that sound fair?”

Listening to Allyson’s demands was hard enough as a dimwit bimbo; it was even more challenging through the horny pink mist filling Jewel’s head.

Her poor clit wanted a break. And more importantly, her mind wanted to accept it already, and to move on to her new life. To her new role.

Finally, Jewel gave in. “I’m only supposed to exist… as a gir— aah!”

Allyson didn’t wait for her to finish. She roughly pulled the fleshlight up and down Jewel, her hand working at a rigorous speed. As expected, whatever thoughts Jewel had about going back or living as a boy again or resisting the sorority went out the window. Obedience was pleasure, and she was only meant to exist as a girl. Allyson had proven that so seamlessly, and even rewarded her with a bunch of orgasms.

Jewel gasped, not noticing a strand of drool falling down her cheek. Allyson finally took the fleshlight off of her toy, and Jewel collapsed into Allyson, cuddling against her for comfort. Allyson allowed it, scratching Jewel’s ears and petting her softly.

“Good girl,” she laughed, “good girl.”

The rest of the sorority had finished having their fun for that night. None of the Alpha Sigma Alpha girls could even form a coherent sentence. None of them could even form a single thought in their head.

And all of them had wide, dopey, horny smiles on their faces as they cuddled into their handlers.

“Mars,” Allyson spoke as her sorority sister stood up, “get the wardrobe out, would you?”

Mars smirked widely, a sadistic grin that Jewel hadn’t seen on anyone before. The older sorority sister was in and out of another room. None of the bimbo toys were able to ask questions, but luckily, they didn’t have to wait long.

On wheels, Mars pulled a cute, pink wardrobe, and opened the door. She took something off, but Jewel couldn’t quite see…

“Umm, Miss Allyson?” Jewel said in a light, airy voice. “What’s, like, that?”

Mars handed her the garment, and Allyson laid it on top of Jewel’s hot, sweaty body.

A pink maid uniform, complete with cat ears, that covered almost nothing and made Jewel and her friends look exactly as they should.

“This,” Allyson grinned, “is your new uniform, idiot.”

“Eeee!” Jewel squealed with excitement, her hands grabbing the fabric eagerly. “Can I, like, put it on?”

“Of course.” Allyson leaned back and opened another can of soda. She reclined in her chair, herself and the other sisters watching Jewel intently. “Put on a show for us, bimbo.”

Jewel proceeded to do just that, tonight, and every day for the rest of her life. Jewel, Danika, Chantelle, Michelle, and Brianna, all finally accepted their new lives with joy and lust and not a single brain cell.

It was the only way they were supposed to exist, after all.