“So? How do I look? C’mon babe~ Can’t say no to these babies can you?”

Richards was struggling to keep a straight face as he laid still on the bed, staring the half naked young lady right in her bright red eyes, smiling confidently while proudly sticking her heaving bosom out for him to marvel at, waifish hand held over girthy hips with the other dangling a glimmering condom lightly between dainty fingers. Subtly swaying her attractive nightwear-clad figure to tempt her man’s hormonal urges; bouncing boobs jiggling to the rhythm, supple layers of baby fat bobbing to the beat, a hearty bubble butt sagging to the movement of lengthy legs as they take turns bearing the feather light weight of the starlets voluptuous body. All while the faintly visible outlines of a puffy pussy press up hard against a matching set of string panties sinking comfortably into the buoyant flesh of her lower bits, giving Richards an idea of how juicy they'd feel with just one simple tease.

And with a lustrous mane of braided up platinum blonde hair framing the salacious face of a temptress that oozed sexual fervor with every word that came out of those plump, puckered lips of hers and the constant leer of a wanton slut spurring him to action. Richards was finding it incredibly hard to resist motorboating those creamy DD sized puppies of hers, tearing his eyes off her porcelain smooth skin to gaze at his phone much to her annoyance, stomping hard with a noticeable jiggle running through her entire frame.

A far cry from the muscular, red headed jock staring back at him on the screen of his phone…

"C'mon babe! You promised me you were gonna take me seriously tonight!"

"And I am! I just couldn't resist messing with you that's all…by the way, do you know who this is?"

Turning his phone over to the blushing maiden, the girl simply flicks a stray lock of hair out of her eyes while trying to hide the blush on her face. More concerned with tonight's agenda over some stranger she seemed convinced she had never seen before, slapping the condom in her hand against her thighs, clearly annoyed by all the hurdles that lay between her and Richards throbbing erection.

"Nope! Never seen that doofus before! Now are we gonna fuck or not?"

"Heh, gladly."

It was only a week ago when this 'Doofus' and Richards sat here together in this very same room in the very same positions. Except the redhead had still been a man and Richards had just made him a bet; that if he could last an entire week as a girl without giving in to her new body, he'd grant him any wish he desired. His 'business wasn't a charity after all.

With the bet made and John's consent given, Richards had worked his magic, transforming the former jock into the inverse of what he was; a smoking hot sexpot with a body every woman dreamed of and one every man would give all to feel in bed. Except the naive man hadn't thought to think of any foul play, so cocksure he was in winning that by the time the third day had passed, she was struggling to keep her hands tied down while her body ached for the touch of a man, her brain on fire with never ending imagery of muscles, handsome men and girthy members to fill herself with…

By the time her dexterous fingers were inches deep inside herself with another tending to her throbbing breasts, her mind had awoken to right back where she had started her journey, oblivious to the passage of time and the massive hole in her memory, no longer aware of anyone named John in that vapid little head of hers.

A self centered lifestyle as a college jock? That wasn't what Jasmine remembered as Richards' stay home girlfriend, and with the exorbitant sums of money he earned from some shady business, all she had to do was just laze around. It made her feel a tad bit guilty,. especially after he had picked her up off the streets to nurse back to health…so tonight was a special one; she'd be giving herself to him, in body as she already had her soul. Raising a leg high in the air to straddle Richards before unzipping his pants, bending over with the condom now held between her lips as she kisses the warm head of her studs dick before gently guiding it inside her mouth, gagging occasionally until she feels the head of it knock against the back of her throat, retreating with an erotic cough that ends with a string of saliva dangling between her lips and Richards wrapped and prepped pecker, staring at it intensely with eager red eyes…, frowning a little as a hesitant thought crosses her mind.

Looking up at Richards’ loving face however, and any remaining sparks of John’s resistance fades away as Jasmine slowly lifts herself up, trembling thighs positioning her dripping snatch right atop her boyfriend's rod…ready to have her wish fulfilled.

Tricking foolish humans into striking up one sided bets would never grow old for the ancient trickster spirit with the moniker of Richards currently feeling Jasmine's warm embrace, especially when said humans were black hearted wretches that were better off in his hands, to reshape as he saw fit into much more pleasing forms, baggage to be cleaned up off the streets of society.

But for now, Jasmine would have to do. And after centuries of isolation, maybe a little love would do the trick to warm his frozen heart…