Bad Jackets

On one faithful Saturday young newlyweds Janet and Franklin were at a thrift store looking for some hidden treasures when something at the bottom of a pile of clothes caught Franklin’s eye.

“Hey honey look at me I’m in a biker gang.” He said jokingly slipping on the leather jacket he found.

“Oh you’re a bad boy alright.” Janet replied sarcastically although she had to admit to herself that he did look pretty hot in the jacket.

Suddenly a shiver seemed to pass through Franklin’s body and his demeanour changed. He seemed more intense. He walked up to Janet and stood within inches of her face.

“You want to test me?” He said intimidatingly. Janet was taken aback.

“Sorry honey I didn’t mean anything by it, I was just joking around.” She said slightly fearful.

He laughed. “Christ you’re pathetic. Can’t even stand up to me. Why do I even waste my time with you? I’m outta here.” He said and left the store without paying. Janet was distraught. What had come over him?

That night Franklin didn’t come home. She called him but each time it went to voicemail. After another day she filed a police report fearing for his safety. Late that night she awoke to a loud banging in kitchen. She crept slowly out of the bedroom only in her bra and panties.

When she got to the kitchen she found Franklin opening a bottle of wine they had been saving. He smelled of booze, cigarettes and perfume. Somehow he seemed taller now but it might of been that he was now wearing big biker boots and black tight jeans.

Janet couldn’t believe what she was seeing or smelling. Franklin didn’t smoke or drink and rarely if ever wore black but here he was in front of her.

“Thanks for calling the cops on me bitch.” He said spotting Janet while he drank out of the wine bottle.

“Where have you been?” Janet said concerned.

“Some bars, some clubs, lot of stop joints.”

“What? Why? Are you ok? You’re not acting yourself.”

Franklin rolled his eyes at her and pushed past her.

“I’m just here to get you off my back and to get my things.” He said as he started to strip his clothes off in front of her until he was bare naked. She gazed at his athletic form and her eyes drifted south to his dick. She was sure that was bigger, she would of felt that beast inside her. She bit her lip thinking about how good it would be to have it inside of her.

“Like what you see?” he said seeing her rising lust “well too bad, you’re too uptight to be my woman. Once I have a shower and pack I’m out of here so enjoy, it’s the last time you’ll see my huge cock.”

Janet couldn’t believe what she was hearing as Franklin entered the bathroom. She threw herself on the couch and started to cry into the cushions. How could he throw everything they had away?

As she lay on their sofa weeping she felt something underneath her poking her. She shifted enough to pull the biker jacket out from under her. As she touched it she couldn’t help marvel at how it felt and she became so distracted by it she stopped crying.

She ran her hands across the material. It felt strong yet smooth. She had never worn leather as she felt it was unethical but she was drawn to the jacket somehow. She had to give it a try.

She stood up and slipped her arms into the jacket. She thought it would feel coarse and rough against her skin but in fact it felt the opposite. It was warm and soft like slipping into a bath. Once it was fully on a shiver of pleasure flowed through her body. She looked at herself in the mirror.

“Mmmmm fuck, this makes me look like such a bad biker bitch.” She said forgetting that she never swore. Her mind felt like it had been set free and she liked it.

As she modelled herself in the mirror she felt a bulge in the pocket and fished out a packet of cigarettes. Instinctively she took one out and lit it like it was the most natural thing in the world. She lay down on the chaise lounge they owed and savoured the cigarette.

She blew rings like she had been doing it for years. As she continued to slip futher into the role of biker chick she failed to notice her tits increase in size and her makeup darken. Her horniness was also increasing and she took her time to unzip the jacket and pleasure herself.

“It all makes sense why Frank was acting like a bad boy because he is one now. Mmmmm and what a fuckable bad boy he is.” She said to herself as she pictured his naked body and came explosively.

“Ohhhh I can’t wait for his big dick to fuck me, then I’ll be such a bad bitch. His bad bitch.” She said in a moan of pleasure but as she spotted his clothes on the ground she got a wicked idea.

SOME TIME LATER

Frank left the shower and towelled himself off admiring his god like physique. He had been having a lot of fun since finding the jacket and was eager to continue. However when he went to retrieve his jacket he found it, his clothes and Janet gone.

He was furious as he heard a message come through on his cell. He opened it to find a message and picture from Janet. It read:

“Hey babe, I understand now why you were acting like such a bastard and it made me super wet when I found out. I think you’ll admit the jacket looks even better on me. If you want you biker Queen you’ll have to come get me. I love a good chase. XxX 💋Jasmine.”

He looked at the picture she had sent and instantly got hard. The jacket’s influence had taken hold of her quick. She was wearing all his clothes and they somehow fit her now. She looked like a biker slut and Frank wanted her bad. Even the old Franklin self would of creamed himself looking at the picture of the bad bitch Jasmine.

It didn’t take him long to find her. She was at a local biker bar drinking most under the table and was surrounded by a group of men all vying for her attention out front with their bikes. The transformation had accelerated and she was looking even hotter and badder. She wore tight latex pants and her tits were barely staying in her small black top.

Frank approached now wearing a new jacket from the same thrift store as the first. He had threatened the shopkeeper into spilling the beans on the original leather jacket and found out it was one of a pair of jackets that legend had it belonged to a biker couple who died in a shoot out with the cops. They were apparently known as the Bonnie and Clyde of their day. Soon after Frank was walking out of the store wearing the other jacket feeling even better than beforei.

She spotted him coming and a wicked smile crossed her face. She ignored him and started to heavily flirt with one of the men. “Found you babe.” Frank said with pure lust in his eyes. She continued to ignore him and the man she flirted with turned around and pushed Franklin.

“Chicks not interested fuck stick so beat it.” The biker growled at Frank. Frank looked passed the man at Jasmine who was licking her lips at him sexually. He knew what she wanted to happen and he was only too happy to oblige.

Frank grabbed hold of the man and head butted him hard. The man dropped to his knees and Frank viciously kicked him in the head knocking him out. The man’s friends were quick to jump into the fight but they were no match for Frank’s enhanced strength and resilience because of the jacket.

Jasmine leaned casually against a bike she had decided would be theirs as her man fought and defeated all the patrons at the bar. She looked at the pathetic bodies strewn across the sidewalk and street with contempt. She and Franklin would have to find stronger men to be part of their gang but the most important thing on her mind right now was getting that dick she had craved all night.