About how... productive you are, especially in the bedroom. Of course, she told you only good things about Cassie. Oh she'd brag about how hot she was... she could be a porn star, especially with her massive tits... but for some reason she didn't show you any of her pictures. You could only idly wonder if she bragged about your cock with the many MANY dick pics she took for herself.Then, that fateful weekend came about. Jenny invites Cassie over, but never told you. She only told her to walk in. I wasbeing silly.I decided to freshen up my make-up so took out my lipstick and applied asmooth coat to my full lips. It was my favorite color, 'Sexy Burgundy,'and felt heavenly! I loved the smell and texture as I puckered my lipsand slowly ran the tip up and around. I don't know why, but puttinglipstick on has always been something of an erotic act for me, excitingme in some strange way that I could never fully explain. Someone told meonce, who was it? I can't remember right now, but that I. "Come here," he said with the marker in his hand. "Time for some body art."He wrote all over my body words like slut, whore, fucktoy, cumdump, scumbag, cunt, sperm receptacle, cocksucker and cum-consumer. He wrote "fuck" above my mouth and "hole" below it. Mr. Bradford wrote phrases like fuck my ass, pound my cunt, drill this bitch, twist my nipples, spank me hard, and pump me full of cum."I've written clear instructions on how to use you like the fucktoy you are," Mr. Bradford said. "Now let's. Why is it always a bubbling potion, John thought.John closed his eyes and counted to three in an effort to steel himselfa little more for the coming changes. When he opened them again, theglass that Marissa had carried the potion in was empty. "What now?" he asked aloud."The potion is technically finished now," Marissa said. "All you haveto do is drink it then say the word 'callisti'. That will activate thepotion's magic. From there you should describe the person you want tobelieve you are..