Butt Slut (TG)

    Paul was so stoked. He was finally running for class president! It had always been his dream, ever since attending high school. Everyone in his family was once their own class president, so there was a lot of pressure on Paul to win his school's election. The Presidental position was only open to Juniors and Seniors, and since freshman year, Paul had been Class Secretary. Campaign season was ramping up, and Paul began preparing posters and flyers and even buttons. He was going all out! He just had to win. The campaign was going well so far, and Paul was getting a lot of support. That was until Pamela entered the race. She was by far the most popular girl in school! So popular they bent the rules so that she, a sophomore could run for class president. She was a sure shot at the presidency. Paul couldn't believe his luck. He was actually going to lose! But then he thought up a dastardly idea. 

    Pacing back and forth in his room late one night, Paul came up with a sure-fire plan to defeat Pamela. He took inspiration from real presidential campaigns. He had to sling some mud. Paul began creating bot accounts to spread nasty rumors about Pamela. The rumors were varied, ranging from cheating on a test to fifth grade, to who Pamela was sleeping with, going so far as to call Pamela a whore. Really nasty stuff. Paul was quite proud of himself. Once people read all this junk about Pamela there was no way they'd vote for her. 

    Weeks went by and it was the day of the Presidential Debate. Each candidate would hold a debate answering questions from student and teacher alike. Pamela wasn't exactly the most studious, so Paul knew he'd have a huge advantage when it came to answering questions. Backstage he and Pamela waited to be called out onto the stage set up in the gym. 

"Oh, hey Paulie~" Pamela patted Paul on the back. "Good luck out there, sport" 

"A-Ah! Well, thanks, you too Pamela" Paul jumped a bit from the sudden pat, which felt more like a slap on the back than anything else. 

    As they waited, a teacher came by and gave both of the candidates an earpiece microphone and bottle of water. While Paul was getting assisted with his earpiece, Pamela smartly placed some sort of powder in Paul's bottle, cleverly screwing back on the top as tight as possible. In the heat of the moment there would be no way Paul would realize his bottle had been tampered with. 

    The two candidates took to the stage, standing behind podiums. The debate began normal as any other. Paul and Pamela began answering questions, underneath the bright stage lights. Getting hot, Paul screwed the cap to his water bottle and took a swig. Paul had never been so nervous in his life. With the whole school watching Paul tugged at his collar. Looking over at Pamela, she only gave a smirk. 

    As the debate went on, Paul kept sweating more and more, his body starting to feel weak and tingly. Paul figured nerves were getting the best of him and took another swig. As he did, the spiked water hit his throat and begun a slow, but steady wave of changes. First, Paul began to slowly dip in height, slowly yet surely going from 6'0 to 5'5. His skin, slick with sweat, became increasingly smooth, void of body hair and blemishes, perfectly pristine and cared for skin. Slowly, Paul's blonde hair became mixed with an increasing volume of soft brown hair. The blonde became overtaken with a soft brown colour, growing out from a buzz cut into a short bob. Paul's face slimmed up, losing its hard edge for softer features. Paul's eyebrows thinned and trimmed, eyes turning bright red, framed by long and full eyelashes. Paul let out a sneeze, his voice turning soft and feminine, all while his nose shrank down. His lips plumped up drastically, into lips perfect for sucking. 

    Paul had to answer a question, not even registering his new softer and feminine voice. He got some weird looks from the crowd, but he continued, his shoulders narrowing down, each arm losing strength as they thinned out, losing both muscle and fat to become thin twigs. Paul's hands shrunk down, each finger growing thinner, nails growing out manicured. The debate continued. As Pamela answered a question, Paul began to feel increasingly horny. His nipples began to harden, fat and flesh slowly growing underneath them. Paul hunched over, having to cover his mic as he moaned, his chest suddenly beginning to grow and stretch out. Paul kept having to cover his mic, moaning and moaning, his chest settling at C-cup tits, stretching out his shirt. 

    Paul answered another question, fumbling so hard, but that was due to the distracting feeling as his waist narrowed and stomach toned and flattened up. In the middle of another question, Paul grunted as his hips snapped outwards, becoming wide and shapely and childbearing. Paul was struggling to answer questions, panting heavily as pleasure and other feelings coursed through him. His ass began to surge with fat, Paul holding back moans on the open mic. His ass kept pushing out and out, growing out into such a fat ass! So huge and shapely. Paul's pants were ripping at the strain his new fat ass cheeks were causing. Thighs began fattening up, putting more pressure on Paul's cock, and making him squirm behind the podium. Pamela couldn't help but laugh as Paul struggled to answer a simple question, his cock straining against thick thighs and other pleasure. Paul's legs and feet slimmed down leaving Paul's cock as the last vestige of his male self. But it wasn't meant to be, Paul's cock and balls tingling hard, before receding into a pair of tight lips, with all the proper fertile, female plumbing on the inside. 

    The debate ended, with Paul and Pamela heading backstage. Paul was still in a horny daze, pressure building up within his own new fat ass. Paul's male school uniform was struggling to stay on, tears and rips present throughout. 

"Oh let me help you Pauline" Pamela snickered. 

"Y-You did this?!" Paul stumbled about, trying to get used to his new thicker body and center of gravity. "B-But why!?" 

"Why? Isn't it obvious!? You spread all those nasty rumors about me!" Pamela fumed. "So now you get to serve as my personal secretary!"

"If that's it why'd I have to be a girl!?" Paul cried out, not really used to his new voice. 

"That you will find out later~" Pamela laughed. "You'll join my campaign team tomorrow." 

    Paul had to go home in his still awkward body. No one in his family seemed to bat an eye, and he found his closet filled with girl uniforms and clothes. Each drawer filled with tights and panties. In reality, Pamela had already planned this with Paul's parents. After finding out what their son was doing to campaign, they agreed with Pamela to take action. They didn't however just how far Pamela had gone. 

    The next day, Paul got dressed in his new uniform, which of course, included a skirt. 

"This is too embarrassing..." Paul groaned, realizing any slight breeze would expose his butt and panties. With how massive his rear was, his skirt was so tightly clung to his ass. Figuring he needed a little more cover, Paul slid up a pair of tights. Figuring it was good enough, Paul began his walk to school, not realizing until he stepped inside that his skirt had ridden up, exposing his juicy rear. 

    School went by normally, by the fact that none of the teachers were phased by a new girl attending their classes. But school was far than normal at all the stares Paul, or Pauline received. Beyond stares, numerous guys made advances and flirtation attempts. Paul just sighed and tried to get through the day with her head down. But after school ended, Paul was forced to join Pamela's presidential campaign as a secretary. With Paul dropping out, another candidate took his place, and the campaign season was far from over. 

    But Paul quickly found his new purpose in Pamela's campaign. Recruiter. Paul was tasked with convincing those on the fence to vote for Pamela, primarily the large number of guys who were undecided. So, with a sigh, Paul waddled around campus, his butt jiggling behind him, as he canvassed for his once political rival. But the more and more he talked to guys, the more she felt a carnal need deep within himself. Paul found his vision ever so slowly gazing down at men's crotches, and whenever he did, he felt his asshole twinge. By the seventh guy she talked too, Paul was a blushing, panting mess. 

"Ummm Pauline are you okay?" the guy asked. Paul hadn't even cared about asking for his name. Paul by this point was just staring down the guy's crotch. 

"Y-Yes... I'm perfectly okay" Paul gulped. His face a deep red. 

"Well you're panting and all sweaty. Look i'll take you to the nurses office" The guy offered Paul a hand. 

"I don't need a nurse... I need you dammit!" Paul suddenly latched onto the guy, kissing him deeply and moving his hands to her fat rear. The man's hands sunk into Paul's ass fat like dough. 

"Damn never would've imagined you were so forward Pauline" the man smiled. "I know a empty closet nearby you wanna...?"

"Fuck yes I do~" Pauline let out a breathy moan. Any remnants of sanity from Paul was gone. The only thing Pauline desired was a thick cock up her asshole, and hands slapping her ass. It was all she needed! Pauline was led by the ass down the hall, the pair heading into an abandoned closet covered in dust and cobwebs. Pauline nor the man cared. Pauline pushed the man on the floor and tore off his pants eager for her prize. 

"Damn bitch you are desperate!" the man chuckled. 

"S-Shut up I just need you to fuck my ass~" Pauline moaned sitting on the guy's lap. the man smiled and ripped a hole in Pauline's tights, fishing out his cock and sticking it in between her ass cheeks. 

"God damn your ass is massive!" the guy slapped Pauline's ass, her meaty cheeks jiggling. "Take this cock!" With a swift movement, the man stuffed his cock into Pauline's tight asshole. Pauline let out a loud moan as she began to move her hips in a rhythm on the guys cock. She felt it split her ass in half, her plump rear jiggling like jello. Pauline felt in pure bliss, feeling the hard cock stuff itself deep into her asshole. The feeling was so good, she came multiple times screaming out in bliss. The man just enjoyed fucking Pauline's plump butt, grabbing, and groping, and slapping it as he thrusted into it. Pauline's ass was stark red from all the pleasurable abuse it was receiving. But even as the man came, Pauline was left... still needy for cock. 

As the man cleaned up, Pauline was left on the floor, panting, covered in sweat and dust. 

"God you're such a butt slut" the man laughed. "I'll make sure to tell my friends." The man took a Snap of his most recent conquest, deeming Pauline to forever be known as the school's Butt Slut. Pauline was able to bring in almost all of the male vote to Pamela, as she butt fucked her way throughout the entirety of the school's male population. And when she was done with that, Pauline moved onto the school's faculty and staff, and after fucking all those cocks, moving out into the town itself. Pauline was destined to live out her life as nothing more than a butt slut. Constantly having her ass stuffed with cock and cum, her cheeks used and abused and slapped.