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Losing Track
🕑 Added 2025-07-15 05:14:41 +0000 UTCWhen Paul lost sight of his wife as they were going on their weekly jog, he never thought that something so drastic could happen to her in such a short time...
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Hello everyone! Yes, I know, I know, I missed out on my promise last week to put out a new story before this week arrived. Sue me okay. No really, don't actually sue me, but I do want to make it up to y'all. If you have any story idea or picture you want to see, comment down below or shoot me a message and I'll promise I will work on it.
But yeah, truly, sorry for the messy ass schedule! I hope y'all still like it here to stay around. Thank you for the support, see you next time!
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Paul waited patiently at the park bench, keeping an eye on the jogging trail behind him. His wife, Lisa, had decided to take up jogging as part of her new fitness routine. She was usually quick to catch up, but today seemed different. He glanced at his watch, frowning slightly as he wondered what was taking her so long.
Finally, he saw her approaching, but something was off. As she got closer, Paul's eyes widened in shock. The woman walking towards him looked like Lisa but with dramatic changes. Her once modest and practical jogging outfit had been replaced with tight, trashy clothes that barely covered her body. Her breasts, now appeared to be at least DD-cup size, if not bigger, strained against a tiny sports bra that left little to the imagination. The short shorts she wore barely covered her ample, rounded ass.
"Lisa? What happened to you?" Paul asked, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and concern.
She stopped in front of him, placing a hand on her hip. "Oh, hey there, handsome. You lookin' for a good time?" she drawled, her voice filled with a sultry, trashy edge.
Paul blinked, taken aback. "Lisa, it's me, Paul. Your husband."
She frowned for a moment, as if trying to recall something distant. "Husband? Oh yeah, right... Paul." She giggled, a high-pitched, almost ditzy sound. "You don't mind if I make a little money on the side, do ya?"
Paul's heart sank. "Yes, Lisa, it's me. What the hell happened?"
Lisa giggled, a high-pitched, almost irritating sound. "Oh, you wouldn't believe it! Some hot guy I met on the way did this to me. He turned me into this, and honestly? I fuckin' love it."
Paul stared at her, bewildered. "What do you mean? How did this happen?"
She licked her lips and leaned closer, her ample cleavage almost spilling out of her top. "Well, he started by harassing me, y'know? Just grabbin' me and shit. At first, I was scared, but then I started liking it. He kept touching me, and I felt this... this need. Then, bam! I'm this sexy, busty slut you see now."
Paul felt a pit forming in his stomach. "He did this to you? Changed you?"
Lisa laughed, a harsh, grating sound. "Hell yeah! Best thing that ever happened to me. I feel fucking amazing. And look at these tits!" She grabbed her own breasts, squeezing them together for emphasis.
Paul's face turned pale. "Lisa, this isn't you. You have to remember who you are. We have a life together."
She laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. "Sorry, babe, but this is me now. If you wanna fuck, you gotta pay up. Unless..." She eyed his crotch, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Unless you got a big enough dick to make it worth my while."
Paul was desperate. "Lisa, please. Think about our life, our home. You can't just throw it all away."
She reached out, grabbing his crotch with a firm, possessive hand. "Hmm, let's see what you're workin' with, big boy," she purred. "If it's good enough, maybe I'll give you a little taste."
Paul recoiled slightly, tears welling up in his eyes. "Lisa, this isn't right. We can fix this. We can find a way to change you back."
She rolled her eyes, clearly uninterested in his plea. "Why would I wanna go back to being that boring bitch when I can be this?" She gestured to her body with a grin. "I'm hot, I'm sexy, and I can have any man I want."
Paul stared at her, devastated by the realization that his wife was truly gone, replaced by this trashy, vulgar caricature. He backed away slowly, unable to process the transformation that had stolen the woman he loved.
Lisa blew him a kiss, sauntering away with an exaggerated sway of her hips. "See ya around, Paulie. Or, you know, when ya got the cash."
Paul turned and walked away, his heart heavy with grief and disbelief. The life he had known was shattered, and the woman he had loved was lost to him forever.
