Your Rampage

You nod your head and smile wickedly. This was going to be the most fun you've had in your life. Some brains seemed to have leaked back into your head and now you seem to want nothing more than to make the entire world into brainless sluts for your entertainment.

As you exchange knowing glances with your girlfriends, your clothing begins to change for your mission. All of you are suddenly all wearing black leather. Your proportions have not changed, but you and the girls are now wearing knee high six inch heeled boots, extremely short and tight black leather skirts, corsets that hug your breasts nicely and each of you is now carrying a whip. You lick your lips and breathe out intensely. It's time to have some fun.

The girl who was previously the scientist found a way to weaponize the machine so each one of you could leave and cause havoc. Each of you takes a feminizing ray and sets out to make the world a frillier, sexier place. As soon as you walk out into the city, heads turn to look at you. Many a catcall can be heard. One man even has the gall to approach you.

"Hey, babe," he says as he saunters up to you. "You look like a bad girl who could teach a bad boy like me a lesson."

You smile.

"Maybe I should."

You fire the ray at the man and his body begins to reshape itself. His flesh and clothes seem to melt away and reform. Two huge breasts form and a mane of black hair drops from his reshaping head. His proportions border on ridiculous as you give him breasts to match yours, and a massively waspish waist and hips. As your new little sex kitten sprawls in the street, naked, a wicked idea passes through your head, and a sexy nurse outfit spreads across his body. With another snap of your fingers, two cute little black cat ears spring from his/her head and a tail snakes out from her tiny skirt.

People are staring in shock and fear. Do you want to make more playmates, or do you want to play with the one you just made?

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