wwe Diva Changer

Chapter 1 - Stephanie McMahon

I could go into all the boring details, but that wouldn’t likely answer most of the questions. Besides, I’m no scientist or technician so I can’t explain the ins and outs of it all. It boils down to this. One day I woke up, and after another dull and boring day I got home to find a box in the mail for me. I hadn’t ordered anything and I wasn’t expecting a delivery to arrive. When I opened it, I found what looked like just a regular smartphone and a small leaflet of instructions. Along with a note that said “Use this wisely. I know I did.”. Except this phone didn’t make or accept calls. All it had on it was a single app. The “Diva Changer”.

My mind went back to a random conversation I’d had online with someone, discussing how in our opinion the current ‘Women’s Evolution’ in the WWE was a pile of crap. Remembering the good old days of bra and panties matches, skin being shown, and when we could look forward to nude magazine shoots instead of hoping for phone leaks. As I recall, the guy I was talking to mentioned some fantasy, at least I figured it was, about having a phone that could change people and how they acted. Their personality, their emotions, how they dressed. Even change them to basically become a different person altogether. I played along, saying how it would be awesome to go and make that happen in the WWE to all the women and turn the female Superstars back into naughty, slutty Divas.

I of course dismissed the conversation like so many others. Fantasy was just that. It didn’t really happen. So when I got this device out, I decided to open up the App and see what it did. Plenty of options. Select a target, and change them mentally. Reduce free will. Increase sexuality. Complete obedience. Treat acts that would be shocking or out of the ordinary as just normal. Despite being called the ‘Diva Changer’ it had options to influence men as well it seemed, which was a handy fall-back in case things went south.

I naturally tested the device out in my town. The girl next door who had always just friend-zoned me and was engaged to the school jock? I had her on her knees sucking my dick before I fucked her on her bed, and had her moan out about how much bigger and better I was than her husband to be. That gorgeous teacher who always wore too tight, short skirts at college? I got some private tuition with her, taking her over her desk while making her try and ‘mark’ tests that didn’t exist. I even went to my job and, before I quit, fucked the store manager in the back storage room instead of finishing my shift. Banging one of the check-out girls too that I picked up on the way out.

As fun as this all was, I knew that with this device and it’s seemingly unstoppable powers? I had to aim higher. Why not go for the big time. The biggest wrestling company in the world with the hottest roster of women. After all, all those female Superstars thinking they can change the world and be taken seriously? It was about time they got taken down a peg or two. Or at least, made into what they should have always been. Divas.

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“Miss McMahon? Your One O'clock meeting is here.” The voice of the woman on the other end of the speaker-phone said. Her tone was a little raspier than it had been earlier in the day. Kind of happens when I decided to introduce myself to her with my dick down her throat.

“Meeting? I don’t remember scheduling one...” Stephanie McMahon raised an eyebrow, not looking too amused by this as she raised an eyebrow.

I, of course, invited myself in. Just as I’d done walking through the front door and using the app on the security guard and front desk staff to have them award me an all access staff pass. Just as I’d done reaching the floor of McMahon’s office. Of course, with the powers of this mind control app I didn’t even bother trying to dress up for the part. Looking completely out of place as I strolled in with a big, cheesy smile. Just in creased up jeans and similarly unironed, baggy T-shirt with a hooded jacket on. I knew for a fact I wasn’t a muscle bound stud like many WWE stars, and far from it. I was tubby, short, and balding. No person would really look at me twice without this app.