The Transformation of Emily :

The Transformation of Emily


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There was a girl named Emily in our class who was extremely pretentious.

Although it was obvious to us girls, the boys didn't seem to notice and she was popular among them.

Well, as a result, she was disliked by the girls...

There were quite a few girls who found Emily annoying.

Naturally, the conversation turned towards punishing and humiliating Emily.

Emily didn't think she was disliked, and she was very conscious of the boys' attention,

It was clear she wanted to be popular and admired.

For example, when talking to boys, she would put her hands behind her back, push out her chest, and sway slowly from side to side,

or she would slightly stick out her butt and lean forward to emphasize her hip line,

showing off her femininity, and she would unnecessarily get close to or even touch the boys.

The boys were easily attracted, and many openly said they wanted to sleep with Emily at least once, so we came up with a simple plan to punish her and discussed it together.

"Should we let the boys have their way with Emily?"

"I wonder how she would react?"

"But isn't she a virgin? Isn't that a problem?"

"It's fine. The first guy is the most important. She won't know who it was, and she might not even remember if it happened or not."

"In a way, it would fulfill Emily's wish."

So, we organized a girls' night out.

Including Emily, five girls gathered at a nearby pub starting at 7 PM, but as expected, Emily was 15 minutes late.

She acted like a guest, which annoyed us even more.

We scheduled this girls' night out on a Friday, timing it with Emily's period ending, and made it a girls-only drinking party, banning boys from participating.

The plan was to get Emily drunk, have a boy drive her home, and leave her in a boy's room, undressed by the girls, and then let the boys take over.

It was the girls' role to get Emily drunk by flattering her and making her feel good.

The boys were waiting in the meantime.

We told the boys to look forward to seeing a different side of Emily...

When Emily arrived late,

"Is something wrong?"

or

"Did something happen?"

they asked, and while enjoying the attention,

"I was thinking about what to wear... sorry. Oh, no boys today?"

she said.

Even though we had told her, she was late because she was choosing an outfit, hoping there might be boys, which was typical of her.

This pub had delicious seafood, like grilled mackerel and assorted sashimi, which were fresh and tasty. We started with beer but soon switched to sake and shochu.

Emily seemed to like the scallop butter, grilled mackerel, and buttered potatoes, and she was drinking sake and shochu recommended by everyone.

Without boys around, she was quite bold,

"I think I'm getting drunk~"

she said while drinking heavily.

As she got drunk, she started talking about the boys who had hit on her, saying she rejected them because they weren't her type, and the other girls listened in disbelief.

"Shall we play rock-paper-scissors or the king's game?"

someone suggested,

"It would be more fun with boys,"

Emily said, pretending to be disappointed.

We decided to play rock-paper-scissors, with the loser having to drink or take off a piece of clothing, and everyone agreed, including Emily, who was caught up in the excitement.

The plan was to make Emily drink a lot by filling her glass with a large amount of alcohol each time she lost.

At first, three people, including Emily, won, and the two losers drank in one go.

Next, Emily and another person lost, and while Emily drank shochu, the other person pretended to drink while Emily was drinking.

Emily's reactions slowed down, and eventually, she stopped responding.

"Emily, you lost, so will you drink or take off a piece of clothing?"

"Oh, again?"

she said, starting to undress but unable to control her hands, so we helped her.

Even without playing rock-paper-scissors, we kept saying,

"Emily lost,"

and undressed her until she was completely naked...

Then,

"Emily, you lost, so you have to drink since there's nothing left to take off. What do you want to drink?"

we asked, and made her drink from a large mug.

We made her drink until she couldn't even turn over, then put her clothes in a plastic bag and contacted the boys.

They were waiting nearby and came to pick her up immediately.

We all got into the old van, with Emily still naked.

We walked Emily, who could only walk slowly, through the pub and out to the van, giving the other customers a show.

The men stared intently, while the women, especially the older ones, looked away in disgust or shouted insults.

We walked about 20 meters through the crowd to the van and finally got in.

Even though we were clothed, we were embarrassed,

"Emily, it's good you're drunk,"

we said, but she didn't respond...

We showed the driver everything about Emily, and he had a digital camera ready, taking pictures repeatedly, which made us laugh.

"Hey, what are you going to do with those pictures? Be honest, and I'll give you a reward,"

we said.

"I'll use them to... you know,"

he answered in a small voice, making us laugh again.

"This girl is going to be your pet from now on. You don't need to use those pictures,"

we said.

"Really?"

"You can do whatever you want with her from now on."

"Lucky!"

we said, and arrived at the hideout (an apartment called a mansion).

Two boys carried Emily inside.

The living room was cleared out, with only a TV, a video camera on a tripod, and a blue plastic sheet covering the floor.

We decided to watch and tied Emily's hands behind her back.

Emily's body was red and warm all over.

Her whole body was pink, like a celluloid doll.

The boys said,

"Thanks for this great toy,"

and started touching Emily.

There was no reaction.

But whether she was feeling it or it was the alcohol, Emily's private parts were wet, and their fingers went in easily.

"Why don't you do it while she's passed out?"

we suggested.

"Is it okay to go straight in?"

the boys asked, hesitantly.

"She might be a virgin, so just go for it,"

we laughed, and the boys started discussing and playing rock-paper-scissors.

"Again?"

we laughed, but the boys were serious.

The host, Ken, won and went first, making Emily get on all fours, positioning himself, and slowly entering her, holding her hips.

"Ready? Here we go,"

he announced, and everyone gathered around, with the driver holding the video camera.

The room was brightly lit with halogen work lights, making it hot inside.

"I'll film Emily's face,"

one girl said.

"Me too,"

another girl said, both holding their phones.

The driver said,

"I'll start the video, so give the signal,"

and the video started, indicated by a red light.

Ken said,

"I'll go all the way in,"

and counted down,

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1,"

and everyone said,

"0,"

together.

At that moment, Emily let out a strange sound,

"Ugh, ugh, ugh,"

as Ken went all the way in and stopped.

"I'm all the way in. Can I move?"

he asked.

"Can you pull out and show us?"

we requested.

Ken slowly pulled out, showing his member covered in a clear, slippery liquid mixed with blood.

"So she was a virgin,"

we confirmed.

"Sorry, Ken. Continue. Go all out,"

we laughed, and Ken started thrusting into Emily hard.

"Her mouth is probably a virgin too. Who wants it?"

we asked, and the last boy volunteered, telling the driver,

"Sorry, but I'm going first,"

and pushed into Emily's slack mouth.

The driver said,

"I'll take her rear,"

and focused on filming.

"I'm glad I stayed to watch. I've never seen this before,"

we said.

"Let's keep it clean for the next person,"

we told the boy using her mouth.

"Like the sign in men's restrooms, 'Step forward,'"

he replied.

"Emily is going to be a toilet from now on, so it's fitting,"

we laughed.

"Do the rear, and we'll leave. We'll come back tomorrow evening, so enjoy until then. You can invite your friends,"

we said, and the two boys moved away, replaced by the driver.

The driver prepared Emily's rear, inserting his fingers before pushing in.

It felt like we could hear cracking sounds as Emily's rear stretched to accommodate him.

Once he was all the way in,

"I don't know, but can I move?"

he asked us, but we had no experience either,

"I don't know, but go ahead,"

we said, and he started thrusting hard.

"The only good part is the entrance. The inside is loose..."

he said, but he sped up,

"I'll finish inside,"

and Emily's body shook back and forth, but she only drooled without reacting.

He eventually finished.

After pulling out, he said,

"I need to wash up,"

and rushed to the bathroom.

Emily was left on all fours, with fluids dripping from her rear and blood from her front.

Her hands were tied behind her back, and imagining what would happen next made me feel aroused.

"We're leaving. Tell us what happens tomorrow,"

we said, leaving Emily behind and heading home.

On the way to the station, we wondered what would happen to Emily, but decided to wait and see.

We each went home, and I fell into a deep sleep, waking up past noon.

Remembering last night, I felt aroused and pleasured myself.

It took longer than usual to satisfy myself, and it was almost evening by the time I finished.

I usually pleasure myself by rubbing my private parts intensely with my hands and fingers.

I wanted to be taken by multiple people too.

When I confessed to my friends that I had pleasured myself, they said they had too,

"Me too,"

they all said.

By the way, my friends and I are all habitual self-pleasurers.

I think every girl our age has done it.

If someone says they haven't, they're lying.

At the hideout, Emily was still there, tied up as before.

She was moving slowly but was conscious.

The boys said that even though it was her first time, she started to moan and gradually regained consciousness,

"It feels good,"

"So this is what it feels like to climax,"

"I want to climax, make me climax,"

she said, and agreed to continue being with the boys.

Emily especially liked being pleasured intensely by hand, and when multiple boys caressed her body and pleasured her by hand, she would do anything they said.

She was tied up and had to hold her bladder, but eventually wet herself on the plastic sheet, becoming even more obedient, and would relieve herself in front of the boys, asking them to clean up, and would willingly perform oral as a thank you.

I thought,

"I couldn't pee or poop in front of boys and have them wipe me..."

After that, Emily's oral skills improved, and she learned how to tighten her rear, becoming a convenient toy.

Being used conveniently made Emily feel popular,

so she came to the hideout every day.

Since then, Emily stopped acting overly flirtatious with the boys.

She didn't need to, as she was already popular enough.



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