Forced sales

Forced Sales pitch (Full)
This is my original work. Although it's not very good, please do not repost it without permission, thank you!

==============================================
I've been really annoyed lately. Work is going badly, my girlfriend cheated on me, and even my old dog, which I've had for years, barked several times before letting me in when I came home. It's really frustrating.

I hid in my room and sat in front of the computer in a daze, chatting idly with people online who I couldn't tell were either pretty girls or ugly girls.

Ding-dong! You have a new email.

The subject line reads "Change yourself, create a brand new life!"

Judging from the subject, it's probably another boring spam email. I deleted it without thinking and continued chatting with my online friend.

Just as I pressed the "delete" key, the email opened automatically.

"What the heck? Did I press the wrong key?" I looked at the email in confusion. The content had the same words as the title, followed by a phone number and a few pictures.

"Utterly useless spam!" I pressed the "delete" key again, but the email replied automatically.

"Damn! Is this keyboard broken?" I chatted with my online friend for a few more minutes, and everything seemed normal. Oh well, I didn't write anything in the reply anyway, so it shouldn't have any impact. Since everything was normal now, I ignored the strange phenomenon.

About an hour later, the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Mr. Zhou, package, please sign!" A Black Cat Express courier stood outside, holding a 50cm-sized
package, waiting for my signature.

"Strange, I didn't order anything! Who delivered this?" I signed curiously, closed the door, and carefully looked at the sender's name. It said "lived Technology." Hmm? That seems to be
the company I just replied to the spam email. No way! I didn't write anything, and they just sent the product over. This company is incredibly efficient; they're practically forcing me to do it.

I wonder how much this thing will cost; I should probably just return it. I looked at the phone number attached to the delivery slip and called. It rang dozens of times, but no one answered. Looks like everyone's off work.

Looking at this mysterious package, everyone's curious. If I open it, I should be able to return it, right? They offer a 7-day trial period now; even if you've used it, you can return it within 7 days.

Thinking of this, I couldn't resist opening the box. Inside was what appeared to be a "leather jacket"—a real skin-colored leather jacket. What kind of product is this?! Could it be an inflatable doll? The more I looked at it, the more it seemed like one. Could this company be a sex toy company?

I've never touched anything like this before. I picked up the leather jacket, which looked like an inflatable doll, but couldn't find any air holes. There was a piece of paper next to it, which seemed to be an instruction manual. I quickly picked it up to read.

"Dear customer: This product is a transformation leather jacket, a trial product. It can change your body shape, appearance, and even gender according to your personal preferences." Instructions for use: Please put on the leather jacket through the opening at the back. After putting it on, insert the photo you wish to replace into your mouth to alter the desired part. Thank you for using this product. If you have any questions, please call: xx666-666.

I stared at the instructions in astonishment. How could such a product be developed? This is too amazing! I tried to feel the back of the leather jacket, and there was indeed a hidden opening. I curiously pulled it open, and it seemed like I could actually wear it.

So what if I was fooled? At most, there would be no change. I tried taking off all my clothes and carefully put it on. The instant I put it on, the opening at the back closed by itself, without any gaps.

However, strangely, after putting on this leather jacket, it was as if I wasn't wearing anything at all; there was no change. Just this alone made me feel amazed.

The transformation function might actually be possible!

I quickly ran back to my room and saw a picture of a famous foreign male celebrity on the computer. Without hesitation, I immediately printed it out. Do I really have to eat it to transform? Looking at the image covered in carbon powder, I hesitated for a moment. "It won't kill me, what's there to be afraid of!"

I swallowed the image. Not long after, I felt a strange sensation on my face, as if someone was massaging it incessantly; it felt incredibly comfortable. The massage stopped shortly after. Was it finished?

I picked up a mirror and, wow…it really was Tom Cruise's face! This was amazing! I was speechless with excitement.

But strangely, I also felt a tingling massage sensation throughout my body. I only printed Tom Cruise's head, so why was my body changing too? This time, the change wasn't as comfortable as on my face; instead, there was a painful sensation, especially in my lower body. It felt like a force was pressing down on me, constantly wriggling in my intestines. Finally, even my face started to change. Ah, I suddenly remembered! The back of that image was where I had printed out my favorite Japanese actress yesterday, intending to use it as a picture in my wallet.

This is terrible! My flat chest gradually began to swell, my slightly chubby belly slowly disappeared, and my muscular, dark legs began to turn white, the muscles gradually vanished, and the leg hair receded one by one, eventually becoming straight and long. Even my toes became small and smooth, painted with pastel, glossy nail polish. The gradual growth of my breasts eventually made it impossible to see the changes below when I looked down. My breasts, now E-cup, were firm and round, showing no signs of sagging. My skin was smooth, white, and translucent, without a single pore. I think that actress's photos must have been edited, so even after consuming this edited image, I have almost no flaws. What

terrified me most was that my penis, like the leg hair, gradually receded, eventually forming a slit, and below that slit, another opening gradually appeared. Now everything was complete; it seemed I had completely become a woman.

I looked at myself in the mirror: a cold, proud face; alluring, glistening red lips; a slightly wicked, hazy gaze; impeccably full breasts; a slender waist that seemed impossible to encircle; straight, fair, and long legs; and a slightly upturned bottom—I was even more perfect than that Japanese actress, practically a perfect version of her. I was completely stunned by the beauty of the person in the mirror, a strange feeling welling up inside me.

Various images flashed through my mind, all of them scenes from the "adult films" starring this actress.I couldn't help but strike various similar poses in front of the mirror, mimicking the scenes I remembered. The look in my eyes, the posture—it was all incredibly alluring. My hands couldn't resist touching my trembling breasts, a tingling, almost numbing sensation washing over me. This…this feeling was so wonderful. After a while, my body grew increasingly hot, a subtle urge rising in my lower body. Somehow, I tried running my fingers around there. Wow!

A tingling, electric-like sensation stimulated my nerves, and I couldn't help but let out a soft gasp. So this is what female sensations are like! I couldn't resist gently inserting my fingers into my lower body, a strange, stinging sensation washing over me. My
fingers moved in and out involuntarily, the wonderful feeling amplified instantly in my mind. Ah~ Ah~ Ah~
wanton cries escaped my red lips. Looking at my lewd expression and alluring figure in the mirror, I completely lost all sense of masculinity, wanting only to find maximum satisfaction in the in-and-out touch of those fingers.

Finally, I writhed violently, releasing copious amounts of fluid in the throes of orgasm. My body and soul were satisfied, and a wave of exhaustion washed over me as I drifted off to sleep. I

don't know how long I slept, but suddenly felt the urge to urinate. Exhausted, I got up and headed to the toilet. My hand reached out, intending to grab my penis and aim it at the toilet bowl, only to find nothing. I was startled to realize that I was still wearing that transformation suit, still in a woman's body. I couldn't help but cover my face and chuckle, just like a woman, though I hadn't even realized it myself.

Sitting on the toilet, experiencing a strange sensation I'd never felt before, I gently wiped my urethra with toilet paper, but accidentally touched my genitals again. The sensitive, itchy feeling immediately made me masturbate.

After a long while, I checked the time. What? It was already six in the morning! I had to go to work soon, so I needed to take off this leather jacket quickly.

I reached back and felt for the opening at the back, but I couldn't find the slit. I looked at myself in the mirror, but couldn't find any gaps. How was I supposed to take it off?

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck me: why not just eat my own photo? That way, I could return to my original appearance. I couldn't help but feel proud of my quick thinking. I found the photo, put it in my mouth, chewed for a while, and waited about ten minutes. Nothing happened. Maybe it wasn't time yet. Another 20 minutes passed, and still no reaction. No way! How could this be? A sense of dread washed over me. I didn't want to be trapped in this actress's appearance!

I frantically poked and rubbed the leather jacket I was wearing, but all I did was break the surface of the skin, causing a little blood to seep out and a stinging sensation, just like a real injury. Had the leather jacket become my real skin?

There must be a solution; I needed to calm down. Right, there was a phone number in the instruction manual. The manufacturing company must be able to help me take it off.

I frantically dialed the number, praying that someone at Lived Company was at work. Heaven seemed to hear my plea;
after a few rings, someone answered.

"This is Lived Company. Is there anything we can do for you?" a flirtatious
girl said.

"I... I'd like to ask how I take off that... that transforming... suit..." I stammered.

"You mean the transforming leather jacket? Is your jacket a trial version or a paid version?"

"Um... I think it's a trial version."

"And another question, have you used it more than twice?"

More than twice? I recalled last night's transformation process. If the first transformation into Tom Cruise and this one into a Japanese adult film actress made it two separate transformations, then it was indeed two separate transformations. "Yes, so how do I take it off?" I asked anxiously.
"This trial product is for one-time use only. If you need to remove it after one use, you will have to pay extra."

"What? What kind of company is this? It's clearly a scam! I don't care, you didn't explain beforehand and just forced this product on me. I absolutely refuse to pay!" I said excitedly, but it sounded more like I was being coquettish.

"Miss, if you insist on not paying, our company will send a debt collector to collect the additional usage fee from you. Please think carefully. Once the debt collector is dispatched, it won't be as simple as just paying the fee," the other party said in a cold tone.

"You fucking bastard, I'm not a prostitute! It's your damn products that have ruined me like this! If you don't take responsibility and get rid of this, I'll sue you until you're bankrupt! Let's see who's tougher! Just you wait!" I said angrily, but to outsiders, it sounded completely harmless; my voice was far too seductive.

"Beware of debt collectors. Have a nice day, bye!" The other party hung up without hesitation.

Damn it, what kind of scam group is this? Trying to force me to pay? I'm not falling for it. But I really can't take off this leather jacket. Isn't there any other way?

Just as I was getting as anxious as a cat on a hot tin roof, the doorbell rang.

Strange, who is it so early in the morning? Looking at my completely naked body, I quickly grabbed a t-shirt and put it on. Because of my shrunk height, the t-shirt looked more like a trendy jumpsuit, hugging my curvaceous figure. My breasts were slightly bulging from the friction of the fabric, and the hemline ended just five centimeters below the junction of my hips and thighs, revealing my beautiful legs, making me look even more alluring.

I opened the door, and there stood a handsome
man , looking me up and down with a mysterious smile.

"Beautiful lady, is Mr. Zhou Zhengnan here?" the man asked politely.

"I… my boyfriend just left. What do you need him for?" I almost blurted out that I was his girlfriend, but thankfully I held back and clarified that I was his girlfriend.

"Mr. Zhou ordered our company's products yesterday and wanted to come today to investigate their usability," the man stated sincerely, maintaining his unhurried tone.

Holy crap, is this the debt collector from that company? He's moving way too fast! I outwardly remained calm while inwardly marveling.

"Then perhaps you'll have to come back tonight; he's already gone to work," I replied nonchalantly,
a captivating smile on my face.

The man shrugged, smiled slightly, and said, "Beautiful lady, have you tried our company's products?"

"No! I'm sorry, it's still early, I'd like to sleep a little longer. Please take care!" I tried to shoo the debt collector away, hoping not to give myself away.

The man looked disappointed and said apologetically, "I'm sorry to bother you, but please make sure the leather jacket is intact for a refund!"

I chuckled and said, "I will keep the leather jacket intact and return it to your company, thank you!" I gently closed the door.

Just as I was about to close it, the man outside called out, "Zhou Zhengnan!"

I was slightly startled and stopped closing the door, but unexpectedly, the man forcefully pushed it open. I lost my footing and fell to the ground, looking utterly pathetic.

"Hmph, one sentence and I've seen through you. Don't think you can fool me. You're using our company's products; do you think I'd be fooled by my own stuff?" The man revealed a ferocious expression, glaring at me menacingly.

I let out a soft moan, feigning innocence and a touch of arrogance, and said coquettishly, "What are you doing! You knocked me down and didn't even come to help me up, and you were yelling at me! How annoying!"

The man looked at me coldly, casually closing the door behind him, and said, "Zhou Zhengnan, do you really know what you're dealing with?"
Looking , no man could resist my beauty, not even myself.

"You damn gay, get away from me! Or I'll call the police!" I said defiantly
, refusing to back down.

The man smiled slightly, then looked at me coldly and said disdainfully, "Zhou Zhengnan, I only have one question for you: are you going to pay or not?"

Under his sharp, cold gaze, I instantly lost the strength to pretend. But paying was out of the question, so I shouted back, "You fucking refuse to pay! What kind of garbage product is this? Since I didn't order it, I have no obligation to pay. Otherwise, I'll sue you at the Consumers' Foundation!"The man wasn't angry; instead, he chuckled coldly twice. "Very well, since that's the case, then we'll have to force you to pay the extra fee!" "What forceful execution?" Before he could finish speaking, the man pulled out a strange spray from his pocket. Suddenly, a cold, thick black mist rushed towards me, gradually enveloping me from all directions. Terrified, I tried to escape the mist's embrace, but it relentlessly pursued me until I was finally swallowed up by it.

I was completely trapped in the black mist, feeling a constant stinging pain all over my skin, as if a thousand needles were pricking me. I screamed and rolled on the ground in agony, but all I could hear was the man outside the mist laughing coldly, as if watching a hilarious spectacle.

Just as the stinging pain subsided, the black mist also gradually diminished, until both disappeared simultaneously.

I struggled to my feet, only to notice the sudden loosening of my skin.

Could it be...? I reached back to the back of my neck and, sure enough, felt the crack again. Overjoyed, I ignored the man's watching gaze, brazenly pulled off my shirt, and forcefully pulled along the crack at my back, freeing myself from the leather jacket.

"Great!" I jumped up excitedly, but felt an unusual weight on my chest, bouncing up and down.
I looked down in astonishment. What was happening?

I had already taken off the transformation suit, so why were my large breasts still hanging down my chest? My body hadn't returned to its original state at all!

Seeing my bewildered expression, the man said nothing, but quietly picked up my discarded leather jacket and carefully rolled it up.

"What have you done to me?" I roared angrily at him.

"Beautiful lady, you are now a genuine woman! This face, this figure, it's hard not to be tempted," the man said, his eyes gleaming with a strange light.

"You… what do you want?" For some reason, I didn't feel offended by him calling me "lady." From his strange gaze, I had a woman's intuition; I clearly understood that he wasn't gay,
but a man with a strong sex drive.

The man gave a lewd smile, reaching for my breast. I desperately tried to escape, but the moment his hand touched my breast, all my strength vanished. Just as I was about to fall backward, his other hand swiftly grabbed my waist, pulling me towards his chest.

Before I could react, his slightly stubbled lips were already kissing my sweet and tender red lips.

His left hand gently caressed my firm breasts, the gentle yet skillful technique making my whole body burn. My last shred of male pride crumbled under this masterful caress, and I couldn't help but moan softly. My hands involuntarily embraced this magnificent and handsome man, forcefully tearing open his clothes and rubbing my firm breasts against his thick chest.

The man didn't let up at all, gently biting my ear and sticking out his tongue to lick from my ear to my smooth neck. This ticklish sensation further aroused my lust.

My fair and slender legs wrapped around the man's body, my eyes already hazy. Seeing that the time was right, the man raised his huge and firm penis and thrust it into my vagina.

A sharp pain shot through my lower body, and I screamed. Hearing my cry, the man seemed to applaud me, thrusting even harder.

"Ouch...it hurts...stop...quickly...stop!" The excruciating pain continued, interspersed with strange pleasure, making my words broken and fragmented, seemingly encouraging the man's vigorous performance.

The pain gradually subsided, replaced by a peculiar sensation. My lower body was filled with something hard; the man's thrusts were both pleasurable and slightly stinging. I couldn't help but groan loudly, "Ah~ah~so hard~I...I can't take it anymore
..."

This intense stimulation had blurred my senses, completely immersing me in a woman's mind. I gripped the man's arms tightly, my slender fingers digging deep into his, my body swaying up and down with his thrusts
, moaning incessantly, unconsciously calling out, "Deeper...deeper!"

That submissive, wanton, and seductive posture even pleased this seasoned lover.

Just as I felt the man's penis throbbing and contracting, a stream of hot semen shot into my genitals, and I simultaneously ejaculated a large amount of fluid, instantly reaching orgasm. The pleasure almost made me lose consciousness; my whole body felt like it was paralyzed. It was so wonderful, completely incomparable to a man's ejaculation.
The man suddenly stood up, dried himself, and dressed, acting as if nothing had happened, his stamina astonishing.

"The cost of removing the leather jacket is offset by this!" the man said casually, looking at me.
"Just like that? But I haven't turned back into my original self yet!" I said, my face flushed and breathing rapidly, my body still basking in the intense orgasm.

"Heh! Even if you've exceeded the usage limit, as long as you spray on our company's soft leather spray, you can remove the leather jacket, but because it's a forced peel, you can only maintain the transformed appearance of the leather jacket!" the man said calmly, but a strange light flickered in his eyes.

"What? Then...then I'll be a woman for the rest of my life! I don't want that..." For some reason, a wave of bitterness washed over me, and tears streamed down my face.

The man said with ill intent, "It's not like there's no solution..."

Hearing this, a glimmer of hope returned to me, and I quickly asked, "What solution?"
The man smiled and said, "As long as you buy our paid transformation leather suit, you can successfully transform back into your original self, and you can use it an unlimited number of times!"

Hearing this, I suddenly understood and angrily said, "So, from beginning to end, you just wanted me to pay for this leather suit, that's why you did all this! You're such a scoundrel! Do you think I'll give in like this?"

The man didn't reply, just smiled at me, seemingly waiting for me to change my mind.

"How infuriating!" I thought bitterly. Looking at the woman's face and body—the woman of this man's dreams—while the sensation was unforgettable, my own body, which I'd lived with for years, was still more comfortable. If I bought this transformation suit, I could both return to my original self and transform into this hot woman who made men's blood boil at any time. Perhaps it was a good deal!

After much deliberation, I finally made up my mind and asked, "Okay, how much is this suit?"

The man nodded and said, "Our company operates on a barter system; money is not part of our transactions. Therefore, you must pay with something we deem valuable."

I asked疑惑地, "No money? Then what? Do you want me to do… what we just did again?" My face flushed red again.

The man laughed, "You only have one virginity to trade, which has already offset the cost of removing the suit. What trading value do you have now?"

"Then what do you want?" I really didn't understand what this debt collector wanted.

The man said calmly, "It's simple, it's your soul!"

"What? My…soul! Could it be…" I was so shocked I couldn't even finish a sentence.
The man said seriously, "Just as you thought, but not now, of course, but after you die. Your soul will serve our company. How about it? We'll even arrange your post-mortem career for you. Pretty good deal, right?"
"Pah! You bewitching devil, I won't fall for it!" I said, taking a few steps back to avoid being affected by any evil magic this man exuded.The man gave me a cold look, then suddenly a piece of paper fell from mid-air, covered in writing I'd never seen before. It slowly floated down onto me. I picked it up and looked at it, only to find wisps of blue smoke rising from where my fingers had pressed, leaving a blood-red fingerprint. "What did you do? Have we already made a deal?" I stared in horror at the strange writing. "Clever lady, you're right!"

"I never agreed! I absolutely will not make this deal!" I picked up the contract and tore it in two.

"Sorry, this is a forced sale; you had no choice!" As soon as the man finished speaking, the torn contract miraculously returned to its original state.

I suddenly felt weak, nauseous, and vomited a puff of pale blue gas, vaguely resembling my original shape.

Before I could understand what was happening, the man raised the contract, and the entire puff of blue gas was absorbed by it.

"What are you doing?" Although I already knew what was going to happen, I couldn't help but ask.
"This is the price of the deal: your soul!" the man smiled.

My head buzzed, my whole body trembled, and I cried weakly, "I don't want the deal! Give it back!"
"Transaction complete! Enjoy your new life!" The man smiled at me and added,

"By the way, let me tell you something: after you die, if you serve your master comfortably for ten thousand years in hell, you might even get promoted to our company's debt collection department! You can even be my colleague then. I look forward to your arrival!"

"You demons! I don't want it! Give me back my soul!"

The man stroked my face, shaking his head and sighing. "I told you we were demons long ago, do you only realize it now?"

"You never said that, you lowly, vile demons!" I said angrily.
"Take a closer look at our company's name! Didn't I tell you already?"

I stared in astonishment at the name on the label, carefully reading "lived…". Ah! From right to left,
isn't it "devil"?

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/69476.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=69476&aspx=1

Previous Page : Those years, my college girlfriend and I

Next Page : My lewd aunt

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Forced sales

comment Open a new window to view comments