Dylan snickered as he laid back from the computer; another job well done scamming some poor sap in desperate need of love. Using multiple dummy accounts on the dating site; Cinder, Dylan had made tons from setting up dates and connections with many men, who would throw him money once he’d sent them convincing images he snatched off the web, only to abandon them once they started asking for dates or meetups

In a nutshell; Dylan made a living catfishing sorry men online...

And if the management took those down? He’d simply set more accounts up, the profit was simply too good to find this a hassle as he did his day job of being a normal highschool boy.

“Suckers need to really get out there sometimes and look for an actual date!”

A ping from his computer drew Dylan’s attention, staring at a new message popup from a vaguely familiar contact, something clicking in the back of his head as he laid eyes on the generic looking man on the profile page.

“Ah right, it’s that guy from yesterday…Kellen was it?”

Clicking on it, Dylan scratched his ears as he waited for the conversation to pop up, surprised he actually managed to remember someone from his long list of victims.

Hey there! You ready for tonight’s date?

Now that raised an eyebrow, Dylan leaned forward in his chair as his bangs fell forward and tickled his brow, tucking them dismissively behind his ear with a slender hand as he read the message again, he didn’t say anything about a date now did he?

Scrolling up the page, it didn’t take long for Dylan to find what he was looking for, a simple message that promised this Kellen a date out to some fancy cafe the day before. Weird, he couldn’t remember himself sending something like that.

But instead of the usual cold, silent treatment he’d given every other victim, something within Dylan compelled his dainty arms towards the keyboard, rapidly typing out a response before he even realized, tapping the Enter key as the message was sent.

“The heck did I do that for?”

After another second or so, a response was received, Dylan reading the message with wide, round eyes as he clutched a hand to his soft chest, his bare legs shifting uneasily in his chair as the smooth thighs rubbed together in anxiety with more room to breath down below. Dylan’s heart was racing for some reason, doing that just seemed to help him calm down.

Not known to Dylan however, was the rapidly softening skin beneath his clothes as muscles faded while tender fat and flesh grew in alongside the removal of most of his body hair.

I held my breath there for a sec there, thought you were gonna leave me hanging!

Dylan rapidly typed out another message, a small smile spreading wide on his face unknowingly as pink, soft lips pressed together in affirmation, manicured fingernails clacking against the keyboard as he hummed an unfamiliar tune in a higher pitched voice. He would never ignore someone on a dating site! Well, at least those that weren’t leering perverts, that was what he could remember as far as ignoring people on Cinder went.

Hitting the enter key, Dylan sent the message through, this time sitting eagerly with bated breath as he fidgeted in his oversized white top, modest B-Cup mounds tenting the top and exposing his softening belly. Dylan looked down for a moment with a quizzical look, almost unsure of what he was wearing as he eyed the checkered panties clinging to his wide hips and small hills almost blocking his view.

“Could’ve sworn I was wearing trousers but it’s alright I guess…no one’s home after all…ah! He replied!”

Not even finding the girly voice emanating from his lips strange, Dylan read Kellen’s reply with gleeful eyes, the round green pearls glowing as he read the message.

I know this is weird and all but, you haven't told me your name have you?

The girl frowned as she read the words, swearing in her mind as she played with a lock of pale blue hair that she’d set up her profile accurately before realizing her account had some weird username on it; Karen99. It was probably Cinder’s random username generator at play. She did create this account just two days ago after all. But still she swore she could’ve set it accurately when asked to.

Hitting the keyboard again, she froze as she was about to enter a name, something at the back of her mind nagging at her about something being off as she looked at what she was typing, knees jerking for a moment as a faint movement occured between her legs, her belly heating up for a moment as internal changes occurred to finally reorient her body to the feminine side.

“Dylan? Who’s that? Why’d I type out a boy’s name?”

Correcting herself, she smiled as she introduced herself as Diana, a young 18 year old girl, attaching an image of herself as she snapped an image in her webcam, posing with a simple smile before sending the message with an apology about not properly updating her account. After all, her mummy always did say innocent girls were the most appealing to men!

As far as she could tell, she was, and always had been, an ordinary young girl. Living a normal life with her parents and always doing her best in school. But lately she’d been interested in getting herself a boyfriend, her friends in class telling her all about this dating site that could help matchmake her with someone fitting. And so here she was, already preparing to go on a date after snagging someone just a day ago.

Still in her happy daydream, Diana panicked as she suddenly remembered the date, eye’s darting to the clock as she got up from her seat, removing her white t-shirt as she fumbled with the matching checkered bra on her pink bed, clasping it around her slim back and over her petite chest as she settled her breasts into the soft cups, trying to remain calm while dressing herself up.

Unknown to Diana however, a new message popped up on her chat, a simple response that sounded nothing like the decently polite man from before;

Y’know what babe? Screw the date, let’s meet up at the usual spot, okay?

As the pinging notification passed through her ears, Diana’s body bubbled with change as her height increased, her bra snapping apart as her tits grew into perky D-cup melons that sagged just a little while her hips jutted out just a tad bit more, legs plumping up with fat and firm muscle as her privates puffed up into a juicy pair of lips, her hymen vanishing as a whole new life ingrained itself into her head, her dull green eyes flooding over with a brilliant amber hue as she shook her head while a passing giddiness ran over her, dropping the white shirt in her hands as extensions appeared over her nail while her blue hair darkened and grew long enough to tickle the nape of her neck.

Diana stood dazed as her body settled down, now resembling a mature version of the young girl who had moments ago stood in her place, remaining relatively unchanged besides the obvious increase in her sex appeal and age as piercings materialized over her body, a subtle groan escaping her lips as she felt the iron clip insert itself into and around her clitoris as she twiched her head with a blush on her soft cheeks, golden hoop earrings jingling with the momentum.

Resuming her dress up as if nothing had gone wrong, Diana slid open her pink drawer, not noticing how it had been a simple wooden cabinet before as her hands withdrew a skimpy set of string underwear, the shiny green latex glinting in the light as she slid the simple string over her dainty shoulders and neck with ease as if she’d done so for years, attaching accessories to herself from a tight fitting collar to equally shiny latex stockings and arm covers.

Soon enough, Diana was dressed up in her usual work attire; a revealing latex bikini set that barely hid anything from view along with a simple miniskirt that just served to tease her goods to any gentlemen willing to throw some dough her way. In place of her cherished years of highschool, fabricated memories of flunking her first year and being disowned by her rotten family had taken their place. Out of a place to stay and no possible way to earn an honest living, Diana resorted to the red light districts, where a certain group had reached out to her…

Fast forward through years of sex and whoring herself out to anyone with a dick between their legs, here she stood in an apartment of her own. Eyeing her room as she took one last look in the full body mirror as another pang of doubt arose at the back of her mind at the sight of her own beautiful body, posing from all sides as she admired her perfect features; from her firm yet soft tits that weren’t too big to her tight cunt that remained perfectly divine despite seeing daily use, she had a banging body and she couldn’t recall ever having anything but. Even young, she had been a budding flower but now? She was in her prime and loving it!

Diana spun on her heels as she went to turn off her computer, typing out a crude response to her pimp on the dating site before logging off, unaware of the schoolbag near the door compacting itself into a small, gaudy pink handbag, the textbooks and porn magazines inside rematerializing as an assortment of sex toys ranging from dildos to butt plugs and defensive tools like pepper spray.

“Yeah, yeah no need to rush! I’ll be right there…”

Turning off the computer and picking up her purse, Diana hurried out of the house before turning around as she was about to head out of the hallway. Weren’t there people in the house? But she lived alone didn’t she? The only people who lived in this small pleasant flat was herself unless she brought home a stud or two. She giggled as she locked the doors before heading to the elevator, her dirty mind already at work imagining what sort of man would pick her up at the usual spot, humming to herself as the elevator doors slid shut.

–

Hours later, Diana smiled serenely as she turned a busy street corner and down a deserted alleyway, turned on by the looks the general public shot her as she left her buxom body on display for all to see, adoring the gazes of youngsters and shooting grown men a suggestive look or two as they passed her by. She remembered how shy she had been on her first day walking the streets, always taking the alleyways and less crowded areas. But now? With years of experience under her belt? She found it easier than reading, not like she could do much of it after all, she never had a proper education after all.

Putting on her act, she stepped forward into another long alleyway, facing two men in the middle of a conversation as she strode into the light, keeping her hands behind her back as she kept up her usual act; that of an innocent, demure girl chosen in a list of prostitutes to spend the night with their temporary owner.

“Hey there! Sorry I kept everyone waiting…I assume you’re my-oh!”

Diana hadn’t even finished her sentence before the man she’d never seen before had walked up to her side before wrapping a large arm around her, giving her left breast a proper squeeze in his iron grip as she felt herself lean into him on instinct, melting in his arms as her breathing grew hot and her gaze unfocused, her body wanting nothing more than to be pumped hard with the massive bulge she could just taste in his pants as his finger played lazily with her nipples, her slender body twitching as she remained frozen in his grip, gazing lustily forward as Kellen, the pimp in charge of Diana eyed her up, undressing her scantily clad body with his eyes.

Something about the man stirred a feeling of anger and distrust within Diana as she stared into his dark yellow eyes. New memories of running some…scam lines on a dating site or something flashed for a brief moment alongside those of sitting in a classroom before she moaned in unrestrained lust, the hazy memory forgotten as her customers rough finger began to twist and knead the aching nipple at the tip of her breast, feeling wet fluids drip down her thighs as she came from the sudden burst of ecstasy coursing through her body.

“So this here’s Diana? I’m likin’ her already! I’ve sent you the money…now! Thanks again!”

Pocketing the phone, the man turned to walk off where Diana had come from, his hand shifting from her sore breast to her ass as he caressed her peachy bubble butt through the skirt, directing her forward in his grip as he kept his gaze ahead, acting like she was some sort of trophy wife to display to the world for this one night as the pair entered the busy streets once more. And there was nothing Diana loved more than being paraded around like a lovely piece of ass as she took her steps towards another night of hardcore lovemaking wherever her client saw fit.

She could only hope her panties could keep things together before they made it there. She was feeling particularly raunchy and heated up tonight and she wasn’t sure if she could make it to the love hotel in the next district without begging the man currently fondling her ass for his cock to relieve herself. She smiled softly to herself as she felt the man's grip tighten over her cheeks, another spurt of juice running down her thighs as she felt how eager he was.

Maybe he'd be the one who wouldn't be able to outlast their libido after all...

–

Back at the alley, Kellen chuckled as he saw the money go through, flipping back to the Cinder dating app on his phone as he prepared Dylan Greyson for removal from the directory, his name vanishing forever as Diana Lovemoore appeared in its place. The beautiful girl’s visage appeared in the place of the generic internet pornstar the scammer had used for the fake profile as Kellen confirmed the overwrite.

Another catfish down, another lovely girl wandering the streets~

Leaning back on the couch in the alley, the man scrolled through his list of “naughty” users, wondering which one he’d take next for the newest addition to Cinder’s line of Premium Girls.

Working as an admin never felt better…

THE END