Steven slowly strolled through the empty hallways of the museum

Sometimes things happen. Why they happen is not important, often there isn�t even a simple rational explanation for any of it. It�s the concequences that are more interesting. Maybe a butterfly in Japan can cause a storm in New York...maybe a simple fight between two parents can lead to the child growing up to be a dictator, thereby leading to thousands of deaths...maybe a small kiss can prevent a war, and maybe an insignificant touch of an old relic can change the lives of many. It�s effects, not causes that this story tells about.

Steven slowly strolled through the empty hallways of the museum. It was a Sunday and he had decided, after a pretty depressing and tiring night out to give himself some space and just chill out somewhere alone. The museum of arts and antiqities was as good a place as any to do this. Steven liked the silent ambience of the place. The long corridors packed with relics, only ocassionally crossing paths with one or two other folks, especially on a Sunday morning when most people were still crawling around their own houses, it exuded a kind of calm Steven enjoyed. As he passed some shaded windows he could hear the wind howling outside, only enhancing the soothing atmosphere of the museum.

The night before he went to a party with a lot of friends. Including Nicole... Nicole was his own sort of personal demon, an incredibly gorgeous and friendly girl who could wrap you around her finger in notime, but she also had a kind of manipulative undercurrent, at least, that�s how Steven perceived her. They had been friends for quite some time now, but Steven had slowly developed a crush on her, which he couldn�t hide that well from Nicole. And she knew it, and though she never mentioned it, he felt she used it against him. She would always give him enough attention to keep him interested, but would also shy away when he wanted to get more serious.

Last night had been frustrating, as all night long Nicole seemed to give the impression she was finally interested in something more than friendship only to leave Steven out in the cold at the end of the night, without even saying goodbye. Back home Steven had been furious at her, and himself. He knew that sooner or later he would have to confront her about her behaviour. It wasn�t that she was a player, far from it, if anything Nicole was a kind of prude and shy girl when it came to relationships, and Steven was pretty sure no other guy had been lucky with her the last few years. She was more a kind of insecure girl who didn�t really knew how to handle it when a good friend becomes interested in more than friendship, hurting people in the process.

As Steven pondered these thoughts he felt his anger slowly dampen and being replaced with a sort of pity for her. He could feel a strenth building in himself, knowing he simply had to confront her with this behaviour and then talk it out. It might not win him the girl, but at least it would restore his dignity. He was glad to have this time to ponder things over, tomorrow he had to work again, fulltime office work, which he didn�t look forward to, for now he could relax in this calm ambience...

During his wandering he had ended up way in the back of the museum, two floors up. It was the attic in a way, with a low curved ceiling and only small display cases. It was a bit messy, with a lot of pieces grouped together, some not even tagged. Probably a new collection they still have to categorize he thought. One piece in particular caught his attention. It looked like a handle, with a small ornament on top. A figure, made out of light and dark wood, the left side light and his right side dark. His face showed a sad look on the left, and a big smile in the dark part. Steven smiled, often the dark was associated with negative emotions, in most cultures around the world, but this ornament seemed to project the opposite. Maby it�s Egyptian he thought, as he knew that in ancient Egypt black was the colour of life, referring to the fertile mud of the nile river, while white referred to the deadly sands of the desert. But the piece didn�t look egyptian, it was to detailed and exotically crafted. As it hadn�t been tagged yet, he couldn�t figure out where it had came from.

So he decided to pick it up. No one was around to correct his actions and he desparately wanted to examine the piece more closely. Slowly he reaced out with his left hand to pick the piece up. But the moment he had gripped the handle he felt a sting, like electricity pouring through his hands. He tried to let go, but he couldn�t. He felt stange, as if he himself was charging up. Slowly his sight began to blur as he felt strength escape his limbs. Then he fell down and his world turned dark....

�Steven...Steven? Is that you?� He heard a voice...slowly he opened his eyes. Where Am I? He was lying on the ground...somehwere. the Museum? �Steven? Can you hear me? What happened?� That voice again... Who is it? He looked up. He was in the museum, and there stood a woman. Did he know her? I know her? �Steven... say something..�She moved in closer. �wha..?Ehhh, what happened?� he asked. �You don�t know?� she answered. Steven shook his head. �Victoria?� he finally guessed. She looked like her... She smiled, he was right �Victoria�. She nodded. The assistant curator of the museum. She and Steven had become friends over the past couple of months as he regularly visited the museum.

She was a nice girl, about halfway through her twenties. She was attractive, in a way. The siltent beauty type, though the beauty part lay buried behind the usual look of a museum employee, grey & functional. Her dark hair in a simple ponytail, bland glasses, a dark grey blouse and lighter grey kneelength skirt (which did hug her figure nicely now that she was knelt down in front of Steven), topped off with simple black flats. But her eyes radiated a deep sort of intelligence that attracted Steven, especially in his current condition, remebering the frustration of Nicole.

�Did you find me lying here?� He asked as he scratched his head. �Yeah... you don�t know what happened then?� Steven thought hard. �no... I just... kinda... tripped or bumped my head I think...� Victoria smiled. �can�t blame you. You�re too tall for the attic here!� Steven smiled back. �But are you alright again?� Steven thought for a moment. He felt good, though his left hand tingled a bit. Probably a sleeping arm he reasoned as he couldn�t remember him grabbing that strange relic earlier. As he tried to get up he struggled a bit.

�take it easy Steven! Take it easy... here let me help you� Victoria said affectionately. Steven felt himself melt a bit at this remark. Victoria looked more attractive every second. Maby I should ask her out to the movies tonight he thought, he knew she liked the same type of intellectual artfilms he enjoyed.

Victoria kindly reached out with her left hand and grabbed Steven�s hand. He felt the tingling in his hand increase, it felt strange, like a surge of energy left his hand. As he got up he saw that Victoria looked strange also. She looked at him intently, focussed. �What�s wrong?� he asked. �I.. don�t...know...� she softly said. A smile spread her face as she released her hand. �nothing I guess...� she said, smiling.

Steven looked at her. What just happened?? �I think I need to sit down for moment� Victoria said, with a hint of playfulness. As she sat down on a nearby chair Steven decided to also sit down opposite of her on some boxes. There was something off about Victoria Steven decided as he saw her rubbing her own neck. Had she worn that dark lipstick? He thought. Must have, though it doesn�t look like her style... �I don�t know what came over me, the moment you...touched...me, I just felt so flushed� she said, speaking the words with a sort of sensuality that almost scared Steven. He tried to joke a bit �Yeah I have that effect on woman�. Surprisingly Victoria giggled at this comment like a little girl. �I bet you do� she said as she bent forward on the chair, stretching her arms between her legs. Steven could see hints of her dark black bra as Victoria had forgotten to button up her blouse all the way. �You know...sometimes I get s� bored in this stuffy museum!� she suddenly said. It surprised Steven, because he always thought Victoria loved her job here. �I mean, safe for you, there are hardly any interesting people here...� she said with a wink, which, thanks to her dramatic eyeliner and long lashes looked stunning. Steven felt himself get hard that instant. �Victoria...is it me, or are you playing a joke on me?� He asked, confused, not having expected this behaviour. And why does that shiny silk skirt look so much shorter than the knee length he remembered it to be? He could see hints of her lacy panties! �I�m not joking!� she said with mock anger. �I really am bored here you know....�she said as she conveniently began to jawn, stretching out. wow, I never noticed how well endowed she was, or, or how pink her shirt looked. Wasn�t it grey just a moment ago? And longer! Now he could see her exposed, beautiful flat belly, including a piercing in her bellybutton, a chain running through it. That wasn�t there before! Steven stood up and turned away from Victoria, he felt dizzy. �Whass wrong Stevie?� He heard a higher pitched voice behind him ask. He walked towards an exhibition case and leaned against it. Was his mind playing tricks on him? He looked again at his tingling left hand. Somethings wrong with it... he thought. He saw something, a sort of pattern of shapes that looked almost natural on his skin, but they weren�t. My hand...somethings changed... he thought.

Suddenly he felt hands on his thighs. He looked down and saw two very feminine hands with long pink nails slowly crawling towards his crotch. He shrieked and turned around. �Victoria?!� He asked surprised. �Vicky baby! �giggle- Vicky!� the babe on front of him said. It was Victoria, but it wasn�t. Her hair looked unnaturally black and was teased up in a, quite slutty way, there was no hint of her modest ponytail anymore. The extreme make-up, articifial looking lips and garish jewelry didn�t help her professional look. But the twin globes of extremely articifial looking breasts, barely covered by a lacy black bra and a tied of silk shirt, which showed more than enough of what was behind it, made Steven�s eyes really pop. And where had she gotten that expensive, gaudy looking furry little jacket thing that covered her arms and shoulders?! That was the last thing she would ever wear! She was a vegitarian and animal lover! He thought. And then that small tiger-printed skirt barely covering her asscheeks, the stockings, garters, and High heels. She looked like an expensive whore!

�What...what happened?!� He asked stunned. But Victoria, or Vicky, just rubbed herself against him. �I get s� lonely here! I need a man!� was all she uttered. Steven felt his libido rise, but he wasn�t normally into these type of girls. He had been attracted to the silent Victoria, not this, this, slut! �Please, Victoria...stop... Something�s not right!� He pleaded. Vicky frowned. �What�s wrong Stevie? Don�t you want this?� she said with some arrogance as she posed like a pornstar, one leg streched in front of the other, hand on her hip, bending forward, showing her deep cleavage. �erh...yes, I mean, No! This is weird, unreal, you�re not yourself!�. �How can I not be myself baby?� she asked puzzled. �Tell me about yourself!� He demanded. A bit frustrated she sighed and started her tale �Okay, I�m Vicky, but you know that. You come here every week (she emphasized the word come, which made Steven shiver, part in arousal and part in wonder about what he had done). I walk around here ocassionally to try and pick up some rich smart guys for a good fuck. These shy bookworms here usually give a lot more tips than regular joes.� Steven�s eyes widened. �You�re whoring out in the museum?!� �Why?! Why is that a problem? The curator let�s me do it, since I do him from time to time� she said with a smug smile.

Steven shook his head. �That�s all wrong Vicky, I mean Victoria! You�re the assistant of the curator, a smart and friendly person who works here fulltime in the hope of expanding her carreer in archeology!�. Vicky just stared at him with a kind of vapid look. The intelligence behind her blue eyes was disappearing even now as he looked at her... �Archeo..what?! What are you talking about baby? Have you been taking drugs?� she asked and immediately got closer to him again. �Got some for me..?� she asked as she rubbed his dick through his jeans. Steven almost let her do her thing, but his conscience played up and he pushed her away. �No Victoria! I don�t know what happened to you, but I�m not taking advantage of you in this state! Sorry!� He said as he turned to walk away. �You fucking fag! What�s wrong with you?! Don�t you wanna fuck this piece of meat?!� Vicky shouted after him as she grabbed a sigarette from between her tits and lit it up. Steven hurried away, scared of the whole event, not to mention confused. As he raced down towards the exit he bumped into the curator Nicholas, grabbing his hand for support. Again that tingle in my hand! The curator seemed spaced out for a minute, before he began to smile. �Hey Steven, is everything alright?� he asked concerned. �It�s just that...victoria...she...� Nicholas looked at him confused. �Who?....oh wait...you mean Vicky?� he said and began to smirk. Steven tensed up. �Ehhh, yeah, welll...she�s changed�. �Yeah I know!� Nicholas answered. �she painted her hair again. Personally I prefer her blonde, but whatever, she�s still a great lay, isn�t she? I hope she keeps hanging around here. As long as nobody finds out, I guess it will be alright� Nicholas smirked. Steven didn�t know what to answer so he just nodded and left quickly. What...The...Fuck...Had...Happened?!!

Steven arrived back at his house shaken and disturbed. This was not how he had imagined returning from the museum. He hoped to find some peace of mind there, instead his mind seemed to be sliding into madness. First there was the fact that he passed out for no apparent reason, then there was the weird thing going on with his hand, and then something happenend to Vicky, erh, Victoria. Vic...Vicky, I always used to call her that, right? He still felt dizzy. But she had changed, somehow, into a slutty whore...Of course, she always had been a bit of a tease, but not like this...wait! That�s not right! Vicky is the last person to be called a tease. She was a shy girl! Wasn�t she?

Well, shy may be stretching it. She always did wear revealing outfits, and yes, she did tease. Steven felt his mind clearing up. Vicky was a tease. She dressed up like a tart to impress people in the museum. It was sad really. She was attractive and all, but in acting like a slut she lost a lot of that, or so Steven always thought.

But back to what happened...what did happen? He felt his mind clouding up again. Vicky had changed. Yes, That was true. But what had changed? Her clothes? No, they had been as slutty as always. Her breasts? Or whatever you would call those silicon monsters. But no, she had them done long time ago. Oh Right! He remembered! She had her hair done! It was now deep, deep black. As if it made her look more sophisticated than the blonde he thought. Well, it didn�t! Steven sighed. He still felt strange, but at least his mind was back on track. He should have never gone to the museum. He knew Vicky would roam around there, searching for a sugardaddy or any sort of rich guy to seduce, and he should have known she would try to seduce him again. And even though she would have been a good lay, Steven knew it wouldn�t heal the wounds of yesterday, of Nicole. Nope, a slut like Victoria wasn�t his type. He promised himself he wouldn�t visit the museum again this week, it wouldn�t solve anything. Satisfied with his resolve he finally calmed down and went to bed. A good night�s rest was what he probably needed the most.

Stephanie scanned through some documents on her desk just as she saw Steven leaving the elevator. From behind her receptionist-desk she could see that Steven looked tired. She sighed inwardly. She liked Steven, really did, he was one of her better friends at work, but she could just guess why he looked so tired, and it wasn�t because he had a fantastic weekend. She knew about him en Nicole and even she could see how Nicole manipulated Steven. Well, maybe she didn�t do it on purpose but she did have Steven doing everything to please her, or at least didn�t stop him from trying. She knew Steven had a crush on Nicole, and she knew Nicole dindn�t really feel the same, or hid it extremely well. It was sad to see, not so much for Nicole, who Stephanie barely knew (only through Steven) but for Steven. He should direct his attention towards other woman! She thought, ignoring that small feeling that maybe she herself liked Steven more than just a friend. Nonsense! She would say, just friends! And ironically enough, from Stevens perspective, that was about the truth...

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Smiling as Steven approached her desk she fake-yawned to imitate Steven�s look. She stretched out, shaking her head, her short blonde hair slowly shaking sideways. While for large-chested woman this would have been a bit of a provocative move, pushing out their chest in the process, for Stephanie, who was small-chested and zipped up neatly in a decent office suit, it was more humorous, as intended. She saw Steven laugh and she laughed back. �good morning sir!� �moring miss� �gee, you look tired...had a wild weekend, right?� She jokingly asked. �Oh yeah..great...lovely..� he sighed. �Don�t tell me...Nicole left you out in the cold again?� It was a personal question, but Stephanie and Steven had become close and slowly she had come to know everything about his relationship with Nicole, so there was no more shame between them about this subject. �She did actually... more painful than before, she didn�t even say goodbye� he said. �Oh, I�m sure she just forgot. Maby one of her friends got sick and they needed to leave quickly...� � right...anyway yesterday I went to the museum again, looking for some peace. But I bumped into Vicky again...�

Something felt weird inside Stephanie, like she should think differently than she did at this moment, but she couldn�t really grasp it. Vicky.... vicky.....Oh Right! That hooker who walks the museum sometimes looking for some sugardaddy...sad... �She�s a sad case, isn�t she?� she finally said. �Yeah, I feel bad for her. I mean, somewhere under all that plasic and make-up is a beautiful girl. She just destroyed any change she had at a normal life by dating the wrong friends, or whatever she did...� Steven said. Stephanie nodded. �But anyway, she tried to tease me again, but I quickly left. By the way, that curator...Nicholas...I think he is a regular of Vicky...�

Again that feeling crept up on Stephanie. Nicholas...that nice man...errr...no wait....blackout...per...vert? Yeah...pervert. A perverted old man! �He�s such a pervert. Old, greasy bastard. I don�t know why they keep him as a curator, he harasses all the female visitors.� �Yeah, but he hides his actions very well, besides, he�s rich, he�ll probably buy his way through any scandals�. �Right..the rule of money...Well, I don�t live by those rules!� Steven smiled. �Oh, your so innocent and pure!� Stephanie smiled, and blinked sweetly. Steven laughed. �Anyway, I�m off to my office. See you in the break!�. As he started to walk away Stephanie remembered something. �Wait, Steven! There�s mail for you. From....Global inc.?� Steven smiled as his eyes lid up. �Global inc! Wow, that�s about that assignment. Maby I can partake in a project of them!� He quickly grabbed the mail from Stephanie and opened it. �Dear mr. Brooks...bladibla...We would like to congratulate you...� He didn�t read any further and just screamed. �YEAH! They want me! They WANT me!� he said theatrically. Stephanie beamed back. �Wow, that�s so great Steven! Finally a break from the boring stuff at this office!� He looked up at her and smiled. He raised his left hand, oblivious to the weirdness surrounding his hand yesterday, and invited a high-five. Stephanie followed and slapped his hand. As the hands collided, she kept hers on his a bit longer than usual. She felt a strange sort of electricity. �Are you alright? Stephanie?� She just blinked. What was that? She wondered. Is his touch so electrifying to me? Nonsense! Just friends! �sure. Have a good one, see you at lunch!� she said dismissively. Steven shrugged and left for his office.

Stephanie resumed scanning the documents for her boss. He had asked her to sort them out in advance of the meeting later today. But her mind wasn�t really into it. As she scanned the text, twirling her blonde hair, she felt a bit of contempt for the job. Why can�t Paul do it himself? She thought. It�s not like I have nothing better to do! She thought and smiled. She pushed the documents aside and yawned again, like she did before with Steven. But this time the result was more sensual than comic. Her blouse suddenly looked more expensive for one, now being silk instead of cotton. And the fact that you could certainly spot the rises of her C-cup breasts beneath that blouse, and even a hint of the black, now lace-trimmed, bra in her cleavage. As she shook her head, her longer, lighter blonde manes also twirled around her more dramatically. She sighed contently. Fuck this job...I�m bored! She thought. It was a strange thought for someone like Stephanie to think, always having been such a motivated worker, dedicated to her job, but Stephanie somehow was becoming someone else apparently. And if the slow and sensual yawn wasn�t enough to convince you of this fact, than the fact that she opened a deskdrawer and withdrew a small makeup kit should help. For until now, Stephanie never had a makeup kit, certainly not with her during office hours. Yet here it was, in her well manicured hands. She took out a small mirror and checked her makeup. Because Stephanie was indeed supporting quite a dramatic amount of makeup. Dark brown lipstick, deep coloured eye-liner, a bit of rouge. It was tasteful actually, but also way more dramatic than what you would expect from someone like Stephanie. As she checked her looks, she applied a bit more lipstick. Hmmm, must keep looking my best! Or else I�ll never find that rich boyfriend! She thought. Her pants had long since been replaced by a skirt that became continually tighter and shorter, though Stephanie noticed none of it.

Neighter did she notice the fact that her hair had grown into lucious long tresses full of highlights. But she did notice that it looked a bit lifeless, and so she started to primp her hair, adding volume with her hands, her inch long fingernails scratching her scalp pleasantly. She almost got lost in the moment as she began to feel more and more aroused. One long, deep red, nail quickly scratched over her laced up stringy panties as she sighed. This was easy for her to do, thanks to the extremely short length of her silk black skirt.

Unaware of the changes, Stephanie didn�t notice that more and more makeup items appeared on her desk, while less and less office items were visible. The big agenda had slowly turned a shade of pink from it�s original brown colour, and if you looked at Stephanie�s pc-display you could spot a lot of images that wouldn�t be misplaced in an edition of Penthouse. She knew people could see them, she meant for it. And they are always too nervous to comment about it...She smirked. Maybe it�s also because of the fact they become soo focussed on my titties, they forget everything else. And who could blame them? Her artificial balloons jutted out from behind her light blue silky shirt sooo invitingly. Especially since her cleavage showed a generous amount of them, covered in the pink lace of her bra. She yawned again, feeling as though her shirt could pop a button or two anytime, stretching sooo thin over her jugs. Sooo thin....soo smooth.... soooo sensual.. she thought as one pair of talon-nails scratched over the surface of her chest.

After her yawn, she tried to focus again at a task. Oh right, those boring documents. She grabbed them, careful not to scratch a nail in the wrong way, and handily threw them in the basket with a smirk. There! Work�s done. Now I�ve got some time for more important things... like...this...she thought as she slowly shoved her pink underwear aside and inserted a finger in her pussy. A sigh escaped from between her glossy pink lips. She began to think about this weekend. Just a minute or 5 ago she would have remembered an uneventful weekend with a lunch date with her mother as the highlight. Not so anymore. Stephanie now remembered sex, lot�s of wild sex. She had been clubbing, charmed her way into a VIP-room and partook in the massive sexfest that developed there. She had been a highlight of the evening. None of the other girls could even begin to compare with the lucious looks of Stephanie. Her slim body, perfectly round tits, golden white blonde tresses, she was just a walking wet dream. And she had let everyone use her and touch her. She couldn�t remember anymore how many men, or woman, had used her that night, but she had enjoyed every second of it. Too bad I can�t remember if I scored a phone number from one of those guys. Those VIP-men are always loaded. �And the rules of money...are what I live by!� she proudly stated as she smiled wickedly.

Just as she was about to launch her web-cam and record some videos for her own porn-site the door of her boss�office opened and out came Paul, her boss. He was a relatively young and attractive guy, in his 30�s with a friendly and intelligent appearance. But his cock is his real prized posession! Stephanie thought, remembering how they fucked each other almost daily in his office. Pretending to be a good husband! Ha! No man can resist me! The strange thing was, her memories weren�t exactly shared by Paul, who still remembered the old Stephanie, a good friend and nothing more. All the more shocked was he when he approached the receptionist desk and saw the new Stephanie.

�Stephanie?... what...the....is that you?� He stammered as he looked wide eyed at the total slut sitting at the desk. �Oh hi baby! Yeah I got my hair done...again! I just love to change my looks daily. But it was expensive again...could you...maybe...help me out financially?� She ended her plea with a completely fake, acted, look of innocence and sadness, with just a hint of arousal behind it. �Wait...hold on. Stephanie...just...� He slowly approached her. �This can�t be real. What�s happened to you?!� Stephanie giggled. �It�s just my hair baby! The rest is still me! For now...wanna check?� she winked. �God no!! I�ve got a wife, and a daughter...And, and...I don�t like your new look. What in the world made you change so dramatically?!� He asked with anger. Stephanie got irritated as well. �First of all; what�s your problem? It�s not like you minded your wife and girl the last couple of months you were fucking me. And secondly, don�t be so dramatic! A change of hairstyle is not that dramatic a change....but if you liked the artificial black better...� Paul interrupted her. �No! I don�t like it better! And i�m talking about more than your hair. That wardrobe, those....breasts...everything!� He stammered and added,�By the way, where did you get the crazy idea we�ve made love?! That�s preposterous�. �I didn�t say we made love Paul. I said we fucked! There�s a BIG difference there. Or are you going mushy on me now? You�re not beginning to get a crush on me right?� she giggled. But Paul was on the verge of breaking down. �Shut up! SHUT UP! If you want to wreck your life, than fine! But not in my office. Get out!�

Steven had heard some shouting coming from the reception area and had left his office to check it out. He found two things, a shouting, angry Paul, and....a slut, that looked like...Stephanie?? No...wait a minute....that was Stephanie, right? He had a dizzy spell and felt strange. Stephanie...who was she again? My friend? Yeah. Collegue? Yeah. Introvert, friendly and innocent? Ehhh...yeah...right? Well, he wouldn�t say introvert, not since she had gotten that boob-job anyway. But she was friendly, right? If you had the money...Naw, she wasn�t a golddigger...she always said she didn�t live by the rules of money. Naw man, she always said she DID live by the rules of money...Oh yeah, right. And innocent...well, if you could call the biggest slut in the office innocent, if you could call a woman who has robbed dozens of men from their money in trade for one or two nights of wild sex innocent...then..yeah!

Stephanie. The office slut. Steven continued to walk towards the two. �Paul, why are you shouting so loud at Steph?� Paul turned around and saw Steven. �Just look at her!� Steven did, and saw the slut staring back. God, she�s teasing me even now. Bitch. He had tried to be friendly with her, but she was only interested in money, and he didn�t want to give her anything, not for all the private time with her in the world. Might be better of paying a prostitute! If I would lower myself to that level! He sighed inwardly. All those places of decency and quiet were somehow invaded with those extreme sluts. Vicky in the Museum, that lady he bumped into this morning in the park during jogging (how could she even run with those plastic balls stuffed in her too-small top?!) and Stephanie in his workspace. How did she even end up here? His train of thoughts was cut short by the situation at hand. He had to calm Paul down. Maybe Stephanie insulted him again because he wouldn�t sleep with her. That Paul wouldn�t sleep with a slut like that if she was the last woman in the world! He thought, and he knew Stephanie hated both him and Paul for that.

�come on Paul. Relax...� Steven said as he approached him. He grabbed his right hand with his own right hand and put his left hand around Paul�s shoulder. �But...Steven...have you had a good look at her? How can this happen?� He asked. �Yeah, I know Paul, she�s a slut. But you and I both know that firing her could lead to some severe problems. You just know she will try to sue us or something. Besides, half of the man here would revolt if we would fire her.� Steven softly said reasonably as they walked into Paul�s office. �But...just this morning she was her old self� Paul said, but Steven misinterpreted his remark and just nodded. �I know...�. Steven laid his left hand on Paul�s right one as Paul sat down. And there was a tingling sensation again, hardly noticed by both men. �Relax, just ignore her, I�ll see you during luch.� Steven said as he left. Paul remained behind in his sparsely decorated office, sitting behind his simple desk. He stared at the picture of his wife Linda and his daughter Natalie and smiled. Thank god I found you! He thought to his wife. He was s� happy with his family. He would never do anything to betray that perfect bond. Especially not with that stupid slut Stephanie...why did he even revolt against her just know. He knew she would just fight back. �just let her be...ignore her� He said as he contently looked at the picture of his family. A dizzy feeling meanwhile began to get worse and worse�

�Take it you fucking Whore!!� Paul screamed as he looked contently at the fallen picture of his family. It had fallen because he was busy pounding away into the receptionist slut Stephanie. He had called her in with a cheap excuse, and as soon as she received his goldcard to go shopping during lunch she came on to him with full force. He loved it! He loved how easy she was, how tacky and fake�he loved it all! Sluts like these are all I need! He certainly didn�t need his stupid wife, well, only to keep up appearance. But he didn�t love her. How could he?! He remembered all those times he insisted on her getting a boob-job (�cause you�re just too flat to be taken serious as a woman by me!� he had said to his c-cup supporting wife) and he even remembered him trying to convince his daughter to do the same (�you can�t start young enough with enhancing yourself. �cause those looks are all you�ve got going for you!� he had said to his girl at her 18^th birthday). He laughed. Stephanie just moaned contently. She was in heaven, getting fucked by a rich man, her fake tits pressed against the expensive wood of Paul�s desk, barely contained in their too small pink bra. �What�would�you say to my wife�if she asked you about us??� Paul said, furiously riding her. �That..her husband was a fuckmachine�she�failed�to please, with her prude attitude�oh yeah, faster!� She moaned. Paul smiled at this. He was a fuckmachine, or at least felt like one, especially when he was pounding this hot piece of cheap ass.

He was estranged of his wife, Paul knew that. The only reason Linda legally stayed with him was that she didn�t believe in divorce, felt like it would destroy her daughters youth. Paul didn�t care. He kept her financially safe, so in his eyes she had no rightful complaints. And as long as someone like Stephanie was around him he was pleased too.

After the fuck session he dismissed Stephanie with a handwave and relaxed behind his exquisite desk. Full of expensive ornaments and relics, Paul loved to spend money. Image was everything to him. His 4000 dollar suit proved that more than anything. The fact that he used to be a generous, kind and unpretentious man eluded him, and slowly those that surrounded him. More and more people in the office began to realise the new truth. Their boss was a rich, arrogant womanizer, totally unfaithful to his much-too-kind wife. As Paul looked around his desk he noticed the fallen picture of his wife and daughter. He picked it up and stared at it. The image was fuzzy, somehow�Then slowly it sharpened again. Paul blinked his eyes and looked again at the picture. How he loved his family! That stupid slut of a wife and their totally promiscuous daugther. The photo showed both of them looking nothing like they looked about 5 minutes ago. Two cheap sluts in garish outfits, wearing garish make-up and smiling seductively at the photographer. It was a picture from the photosession he had given them for free. A photosession for some cheap wank-magazine. They look fucking great! My little girl has sure grown up! He said as he remembered both of their naked figures being photographed. What a wild shoot! I even fucked Linda in front of the camera while our daughter went out with that lighting guy, she scored about a month worth of allowance from that small fuck! Paul smiled, he had raised a good daughter.

Steven, meanwhile, had left the office. He couldn�t stand the noises coming from his boss�s office. He sighed. Working here seemed like such a good deal when he got here. But more and more he began to realise that their boss, Paul, wasn�t the best guy around. Sure, he had been funny and casual at the start, but Steven more and more began to discover his adulterous sides, his disregard for the opinions of the female workers, his utterly sexist attitude at times. Things had become even worse when he had hired that slut of a Stephanie. She pretended to be a secretary, but everyone knew she sucked at her job...in more ways than one.

Paul�s attitude had worsened since she was around and their lewd behaviour began to frustrate Steven more and more.

He sometimes felt like the last sane and caring person around. That pervert Nicholas in the museum with his personal whore Vicky, Paul and Stephanie...beh! It only frustrated Steven, who just wished he could have a loving relationship with an intelligent woman, preferably named Nicole. But he was constantly surrounded by these sluts and sexist men, he began to wonder if he himself wasn�t the problem. Am I the only one who believes in love anymore? He thought as he left the office. He pretended to be sick, not caring about Paul�s reaction to this, but he simply couldn�t take that lewd environment in the office anymore, he had to get away, back home.

And half an hour later he was home. He felt agitated, sort of depressed. After his dissapointing Saturday night with Nicole he had that stupid encounter with Vicky the next day, and than his work today with the whole circus around Stephanie, he felt less and less at ease with himself. Part of him desparately wanted to get away, but part of him also wanted to simply confront the agitated feeling he felt. But how could he do that? That�s simple stupid! Call Nicole! He said to himself. And in a way it was true. The whole reason his depressed mood had started was Nicole�s less-than-sophisticated way of leaving him without even a goodbye. He�d probably read to much into her behaviour, unable to fully understand her. Maybe of he would invite her over for a drink they at least could end the night on a positive note, even if it was only a friendships-note, that would at least compensate for the last two days of frustration. Yeah, just invite her! He thought. After all, she had come by often enough in the past for a movie or something. So he called...

And she answered! �How are you Steven? I missed you at the end of the night last Saturday...wanted to say goodbye but I couldn�t find you!� ....right... �You were still there? Ow, sorry Steve... but why did you call? ...� ...wanna have a drink (she�ll say no)? �Yeah sure, I�ve got nothing to do...would be fun. Maybe we can watch a movie?� ....No way! She said yes!

After the call Steven was still positively jumping around. Maybe it was all a big misunderstanding! He thought. It sounded like it! Nicole sounded so sweet, and she wouldn�t come over if she wanted to ignore me! Great! So Steven quickly went into the bathroom for a shower and to freshen up, he still had about an hour till Nicole came. After his shower he walked up to the mirror and stared at himself. The tiredness of today had washed away and he looked revitalized. Maybe tonight it�s finally gonna happen! He told himself. He sighed and shivered a bit, nervousness was creeping up. To relax he put his hands to the mirror, connecting with his mirror-image. And that�s when it happened...

A tingle, or shock, passed through Steven. He looked up at himself in the mirror. Something�s wrong! He suddenly realised. His left hand! He couldn�t move it. And his mirror-image, it began to ghost, to move a bit differently than his own body. A smile crept on his face though Steven himself didn�t smile. Suddenly his image spoke, without Steven moving his lips. �Finally it has happened!� He looked at Steven, very intense. He felt his left hand going numb, but he still couldn�t move it. What is happening?! ...why?

An image flashed in front of him! A statue, at..the museum? He grabbed it. A shock, he remembered now! Dark & light. Contentment & dissapointment. His hand! Something happened to his hand! He remembered Vicky...or...victoria. Like a rewinding tape her image deflated in his memory. Her lucious black mane crept back into her scalp, her makeup dissapeared, her fake tits deflated until they were again simply small breasts, clothing morphed into a drab museum-dresscode, and her whole stance shifted, he could visually see it in front of him. Victoria! I remember you! THAT�s what�s wrong, you�ve changed! He said to himself in his mind. I...I�ve changed you?! He saw his hand touching hers and again the memory played back, this time fast forwarding. Growing breasts, morphing clothes, everything...until she became Vicky. My hand.... it changes...

Than Stephanie appeared in front of him, getting fucked by his boss Paul, until they also changed, their rythem slowing down, her moaning reduced to whispers, a look of sadness appearing on Paul�s face, Stephanie�s clothing changing back into normal attire, until they were only kissing, and even further, stopped kissing and simply shook hands and waved goodbye after which he saw Paul calling his wife, telling her how much he loved her. I changed them! Steven again thought and he could spot the moments. His high-five with Stephanie, the moment he put his left hand om Paul�s hand. Hand to hand contact....touch.... Real breasts turning into fake ones, cotton into silk, pants into skirts, nails into talons, thoughts of love into thoughts of lust, grey into pink, intelligence into vapidness, morality into indecency and integrity into vanity.

Other images quickly sped by. How he touched Nicolas in the museum, the jogging girl in the park, all of them he had changed! He had wrecked their lives without knowing it. They now were all dark parodies of their old selves. Vain instead of humble, lazy instead of motivated, Lyers instead of honest people, sluts instead of proper woman, adulterous husband instead of a loving one, perverts instead of decent folk. All because of me...

Steven screamed, but his mirror image did not reflect this. �Your touch has sparked this disfiguration of reality! Enjoy it� it said. His left hand began to shake more and more against the glass. �Now change yourself!� Steven looked up, scared, at his image. My hand, is touching...my hand! He thought. And slowly he could feel it. His body began to heat up, thoughts became blurry. He had changed everyone and he felt....good about it? No! I hate it, I hate what I�ve did! But still....Vicky did have great tits now... I don�t like fake-tits!!! Though they do feel great when you rub your dick between them. But I never would do something so perverted as that! Well, not with small chested broads. But I love small chests. Nicole is almost flat, and she�s gorgeous! Would be gorgeous, if she would just plant some tits inside her small chest!

Steven�s thoughts collided full force. A part of him began to smile at the tought he turned all those good people into perverted copies of themselves, and a part hated himself still for doing that. But Paul, he used to be such a goody-good wanker, now he�s a MAN! Steven laughed...that was true. Yeah, he was a wanker, used to be...until I changed him! And Stephanie...stupid slut...true...she�s a much better fuck now, than with her skinny boring body from before...again true! Steven�s dark personality was overpowering his old self. And Nicole...NOOO!! Don�t touch her!! Oh yes...Nicole would.... Please! I�m begging you, I love her too much! Nicole would become....the biggest...sleaziest....No! No! No! Arrogant and vain slut of them all! Steven blacked out. And when he came by, he had changed completely. He smiled, and remembered everything. �Now I understand my ability, I will use it...� He walked out of the bathroom and looked at a photo of his old self and Nicole, together on a semi-date, smiling, holding arms. �I will use it on you Nicole�...

To be continued...