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norma kamali spring 2023 rtw

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A Mask fit for a Queen

Click!

Jane’s deft locking picking skills made short work of the Royal bedroom door as she pushed it silently open. The usual guards that watched over the room where absent just as Thomas had promised.

“We will have a distraction set up that will keep them occupied for enough time for you to slip in undetected and take the masks. The King and Queen are away conquering other lands so the castle will be a skeleton crew as is. Should be easy to get in and out.” He had told her.

Thomas had been right, Jane had made it this far with no problem. In fact it was even easier than she expected. Jane had been nervous about her first mission for the resistance, but she knew that stealing the masks was step 1 in the plan to finally overthrow the evil King and Queen. The masks were said to be source of their incredible magical powers and stealing them would allow the rebellion to finally get the upper hand.

“If the masks are so important, why would they not keep them on their person?” Jane had asked.

“An abundance of confidence maybe? Whatever the case all we know is that this is the perfect opportunity to take them and you are the only person that can do it.” Thomas had said reassuring her.

She had been chosen because her sleek flat figure would allow her to slip into spaces others couldn’t and should she be caught her commoner face would convince others she was a handmaid or kitchen staff that had got lost. She was the embodiment of being a plain Jane.

She entered the large opulent bedroom of the Royal couple. It was a dark but beautiful room, with a bed in the center. Most everything in the room was black or a shade of it. Everything except a white porcelain mask that hung on a stand next to the far side of the bed.

“Bingo”. Jane thought to herself even though she was expecting two masks. She would have to find the second one but for now she quietly tiptoed over. She made her way slowly over to the mask but almost having a heart attack when she mistook her reflection in a floor to ceiling mirror as someone else in the room. She examined herself in the mirror for a moment taking herself in. She couldn’t imagine looking at herself everyday in it and not being disappointed with what she saw.

She was as unassuming as they come and couldn’t imagine the need for such a grandiose mirror. Then again she wasn’t the big breasted Queen who men killed for and women were jealous of. She had to admit that occasionally she had too been jealous of the Evil Queen and her flawless looks. She stroked the bed sheets imagining for a moment what it must feel like to sleep in a bed of such luxury. For a fleeting moment the intrusive thought of what it would feel like to be fucked by the handsome King entered her head.

She shook herself out of it. She didn’t have time to daydream when she had a mission to do. She approached the mask and opened her small bag as she did, ready to drop it in and get out of there. despite it being a simple looking mask, Jane couldn’t help but find it entrancingly beautiful. It was smooth and white and looked as though it was made of marble but as she picked it up she couldn’t help notice how light it felt. It couldn’t be any heavier than a piece of paper.

Now she feared that it would crumble to pieces if she put it in her bag. She looked around the room for some sort of protective case to put it and eventually found herself looking at the mirror once again. She looked at the mask in the mirror and then to her face. Could she? It would be more protected if she was wearing it, and she had to admit she was suddenly craving the urge to wear it. Oh what the hell, she thought.

She stood facing the mirror and lifted the mask up to her face. It seemed to attach almost magnetically. Jane was happy at how well it contoured and stuck to her face even though there was nothing keeping it on that she could see. Her happiness soon turned to fear as she felt it suddenly constrict to her face like it was being absorbed into her body. She tried to pull at the seams but it had already begun seeping in. Her body began to change also as she felt a surge of power envelop her whole body. Painful at first but soon it was feeling orgasmic.

“What is happening to me? Ohhhhhhhh I feel sooo…. soooo…. powerful.” Janes hips widened and her chest flared forwarded as her small breasts expanded to four times their size. Her modest clothes melted away as black leather burst from nowhere to wrap tightly around her new busty figure.

She tried in vain to tug at the invisible seams of the mask as the leather flowed downward from her chest giving her a long open skirt. She moaned loudly as black leather clamped onto her now smooth and tight pussy. Fishnets spider webbed down her legs meeting at her feet which had suddenly been propped up on 8 inch black stiletto shoes. 

“Oh fuck what’s happened to me?! I look and feel, mmmmm so deliciously bad and powerful.” She said moving her hands from the useless task of trying to remove the mask to instead to lovingly feel her new curves and outfit. Something in the back of her mind was pulling her out of it though as she remembered the task at hand.

“No, no I have to fight it, this is wrong. I have to get the mask back to Thomas and the Resistance…. Oh but it feels sooooo good. I feel so fucking good!” Jane moaned as she felt orgasmic wave after wave make her wetter by the second.

“Then don’t fight it, you’re mission is almost complete.” Said a voice suddenly behind her. Thomas appeared from the shadows.

“Bringing back the Mask was never the mission, wearing the Mask was.” Thomas said with an uncharacteristic smirk that reminded Jane of someone.

“But why? Why would you do this to me?” Jane said frantically fighting the urge to pleasure herself.

“Simple. I needed a new Queen.” Thomas replied and transformed before her into the Evil King.

“My beloved Queen was killed in battle recently and with her gone my power is diminished. Our masks are a pair and so work much better when two people are wearing them. You see your question earlier about why we would leave our masks here was well observed. We don’t leave them here. We keep them on us at all time.” He said tipping the side of his face making it clear that the missing mask was part of him, as the Queen mask was attempting to do the same to Jane.

“When my Queen died her mask fell off her face undamaged awaiting a new host. Namely you. The mask told me you would be the perfect vessel for its power, for its evil. The minute I met you I could sense the darkness in you and knew you would make the perfect new Queen. You just needed a little, encouragement. It worked perfectly, you were so willingly put on the mask like it was made for you.” Thomas said with a cackle as he watched Jane writhe in pleasure.

“That’s because it is made for me! No what am I saying? It feels so god damn good but I know it’s wrong!” Said said with a groan. By now the Mask had completely disappeared and staring back at her in the mirror was the gorgeous but cold eyes of a Queen. Every part of her body had been amplified that she now looked practically unrecognizable. She even looked more gorgeous than the old Queen. A fact that made her unable to suppress a smirk.

She had to fight it. Like he said, his power has been halved. If she could get back to the resistance they could mount a defence and take him down for good. However the power was slowly chipping away at Jane’s goodness and corrupting her and the urge to fight was diminishing. Her desires were at war with her soul.

“Mmmmm but why should I go back to being a plain commoner when I could be the Evil Queen. I could get fucked by the King all day and have handmaidens lick me dry.” She thought hotly to herself letting another evil smirk crossed her beautiful but cruel face once again. As the wicked thoughts kept coming, so did she.

But the little piece of her conscious that was holding on was strong. Think of the war and hurt she would prevent if she destroyed this mask and the power it held. She had to fight, good must triumph.

As if sensing he was loosing the King suddenly appeared behind her and put his hands lovingly on her waist. She did not recoil or fear him but instead softly moaned feeling his strong hands upon her body. “You and me can make this world ours, I will be the envy of all men and you with incur the jealously of all women. Give up being the meaningless Jane and become the mean Queen.” He whispered in her ear.

That really had the dam burst for Jane. Finally she could look in the mirror everyday and know she was better than any woman. That no woman was more attractive than her. She closed her eyes and pictured the jealously from the women and the lust from the men. Her soul was almost completely black at the thought but a sliver of goodness was holding her back.

“Of course if you wish I can remove the Mask and you can return to being plain Jane and I can find someone worthy of being my Queen.” The King said letting her go and turning away from her. She could feel the mask in her face begin to rise to leave her. The King seemingly had control over it in someway.

Jane immediately felt like a part of her was being torn from her but moreover she imagined the mask, her mask, being given to some low born street urchin endowing them with the beauty and the power she now possessed. She wasn’t going to let some common trash take her rightful place as Queen. This was her station in life now and she would do anything to keep it.

“How dare you even suggest that I am not worthy! This mask was made for me! Other women aren’t worthy enough to lick my boots let alone have my power! I am the only one hot enough, strong enough, cruel enough to deserve this power! I am the Queen!” Jane said with furious fire in her eyes which turned to superior satisfaction as she felt the mask settle permanently under her skin sending a shiver throughout her body.

“I’m sorry my dear but I had to have you want it so throughly and deeply.” The King said approaching the regalized Jane who was checking herself out in the full length mirror. Her thoughts earlier of never being able to look every day at her reflection were erased and replaced with not only a want to do so but a need. She barely was able to tear herself away to look at the King.

“Do you know what I want now so throughly and deeply? That royal cock in my royal pussy. I want you to fuck your Queen right now and solidify our evil power.” She said with a smirk as she started to disrobe on her way to the bed.

The King looked upon his new Queen with awe. He had hoped she would take to the corruption well but he hadn’t expected this well. She was radiating power and beauty more than his previous Queen. In fact he felt the smallest tinge of fear when he looked at her. Thankfully lust to ravage his new partner was the prevailing emotion he was having.

That night a new reign begun as the King fucked his new queen into the early hours and by morning any remnants of Jane were no more. Her mind was only concerned with conquering and amassing even more power. Her ambition grew stronger every day. Soon surpassing even her own Kings.

Some days she would daydream about ripping the mask from him and finding a more similarly minded man to her. One that would help her achieve her goal of complete world domination. She would even find herself subconsciously urging the mask to leave his face and would laugh to herself when the King would scratch at his face not knowing what was happening.

More recently though she found herself wondering what would happen were she to put on the second mask as well as her own. The thoughts were practically orgasmic and it almost felt like the masks were whispering in her mind to do exactly as she was imagining. Of course for now these were only the fantasies of an Evil Queen who lay next to her sleeping King taking in the joyful pleasure of watching him scratch at his face.

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Amiee was very excited for her birthday. It was, understandably, her favourite day of the year and this one was special; it was her 30th birthday. She had made plans to go out for a beautiful romantic dinner with her fiance. She had done her hair and make-up, and was ready to get all dolled up for her big night when she got the text. 

“Hey babe, not gonna make it to dinner. Working late.” 

With one little message, Amiee’s whole day was ruined. Of course, this was nothing new to her. Sadly, she was used to being disappointed. Her fiance never really seemed to put her first. It was always work or “the boys” or some other reason that he couldn’t be there for her. 

No dinner, no fiance, no cake, she let out a deep sigh, happy birthday, Amiee. 

The disheartened birthday girl tried to call her girlfriends, but no one answered. Well, she resolved, if I’m going to spend my birthday alone, I’m at least going to get myself some cake.

She hopped in her car and headed toward her favourite bakery, the Garnet Hills Dreamery. Every year, she ordered a cake from the Dreamery and it was the highlight of her day. On the drive, Amiee thought about how awful her fiance treated her sometimes. Still, she thought that maybe, if she called him, he could be convinced to come home. She phoned his office from the car and got his voicemail. The message said that he was out of the office until Monday. Tears formed in her eyes as she realized that he had lied to her. What a fucking asshole, she screamed mentally, hitting the steering wheel. She fought back tears the rest of the way to the bakery. 

When she arrived, she wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to compose herself. God, Amiee, you look like a mess now. She took a couple deep breaths, faked a smile, and entered the shop. 

Amiee walked around the bakery, trying to get her mind off of her fiance. She eventually picked a cake she liked from the display case and paid for it. As she was about to leave, she nearly bumped into a man. The man was very well dressed; his outfit looked like something out of a men’s fashion magazine. He was also very handsome; his dark brown eyes giving him a mysterious look. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Amiee apologized to the man.

He smiled sweetly at her, “No worries. It’s nothing I won’t survive,” he looked at at Amiee as though he was studying her face, “Are you alright? You look like you’ve been crying.” 

As if on command, Amiee felt the tears return. She tried to hold them back as she explained the events of her birthday to the kind stranger. She felt a little silly for confiding in him so much but she really felt as though she could trust him.

“I’m very sorry that your birthday has gotten off to such a terrible start,” the man said, “but, if I may, you’re a beautiful girl. You should be treated like royalty. If this man can’t do that, find another that can. Don’t let others make you feel so poorly.” 

Something about his words made Amiee suddenly feel a lot better, “Wow,” she perked up, “That really helped. Thank you, Mister….” She extended her hand to him. 

“Legion,” he shook her hand as he introduced himself, “It was a pleasure to meet you, Amiee. I do hope you have a very happy birthday.” 

“Thanks!” she beamed, her mood rapidly improving, “and thanks for the chat!” 

As she drove home, Amiee felt surprisingly good. She had really enjoyed her conversation with Mr. Legion and decided that she was going to take his advice. This was her day; and she wasn’t going to let her stupid fiance ruin it for her.

She got home and put the cake box on the counter. Amiee went to her bedroom and put on the sexy pink lingerie that she had planned to wear tonight. If her fiance wasn’t going to treat her well, she would just have to treat herself. She sat in front of the mirror and fixed her makeup. Amiee had always been a naturally pretty girl and had never really worn a lot of makeup. Besides, if her fiance never seemed to notice or care when she did actually put some effort into her appearance, what was the point? Thinking of Mr. Legion’s words, though, she decided to doll herself up a little. She deserved to feel beautiful. 

Satisfied and feeling extra sexy, Amiee poured herself a glass of wine and lit the candles on her cake. She thought about what she wanted to wish for and Mr. Legion’s words returned to her. She had always been the “good girl”; the girl who tried to make everyone happy at her own expense. Where did that get her? Alone on her 30th birthday? No one ever noticed her, or even seemed to care about her. He was right; she deserved better. For once in her life, Amiee just wanted to be noticed. 

“I wish that I could always be the center of attention,” She made the wish and blew out the candles. 

She paused for a moment, as if waiting for her wish to magically come true. Feeling a little silly, she cut herself a piece of cake. It was absolutely delicious! The icing was the perfect combination of sweet and creamy. This was exactly what she needed to feel better about her day. She finished her cake and took a sip of her wine; she was going to have a great night. 

Then, all of a sudden, Amiee began to feel… different. She felt a little dizzy. Whoa… did the wine hit me that quick? she asked herself. It seemed unlikely, but she could not think of any other explanation. Her body felt electric and, as she ran her hand along her arm, a long white glove appeared. 

“What?” she asked aloud, “what is going on?” As she asked the question, a matching glove appeared on her other arm. Amiee knew she should have been worried; that, normally, she would have been worried. But now, she just felt so fucking good. 

Her chest tingled as she felt her bra struggling to contain her breasts. Within moments, they had swelled out and transformed into firm silicone implants. Mmmmmm, these look expensive, she said, feeling up her new tits, and they feel great too. Her outfit then changed into a cute pink and white babydoll with a big blue gem in the middle. 

I look… mmmm… I look like a fucking princess! I love it! A devious grin crossed her face as she licked her lips. Inside, she could feel the good girl fading away as she became more and more of a slutty, bitchy, spoiled princess. She no longer cared about anyone, or anything, other than herself. A cute golden crown appeared on her head. She laughed and began playing with her pussy which already wet from the transformations. 

She noticed her dark hair grow out and turn to a golden blonde. She bit her bottom lip, which felt fuller and sexier. Amiee loved that she was now a blonde bitch. She was hornier than she had even been before in her life. She rubbed her clit, eager to make herself cum. She longed to feel the rush of pleasure that came with being a selfish, greedy princess; to do something for no one but herself. As she approached her climax, she could feel the new her taking over. The goody-goody inside barely more than a faint whisper in the back of her mind. She plunged her gloved fingers inside her pussy and fucked herself harder and faster, refusing to stop until she came like a dirty, plastic slut.

Amiee felt her body begin to twitch; she knew she was about to get the orgasm she so desperately desired. She rubbed herself excitedly, moaning and laughing and crying out in pleasure as her body was rocked by the most powerful climax she had ever experienced. Her pathetic fiance could never make her cum like that. The blonde bitch basked in the afterglow of her work, the good girl gone forever. She felt fucking amazing. 

She was still admiring her new body when her fiance finally returned home. He entered the living room and saw Amiee. He assumed that she had dressed up for him; she obviously wanted birthday sex. He began to unbutton his shirt when she stopped him. 

“Ew. No. Fucking. Way. You really think a loser like you can actually be with a hot bitch like me? No,” she walked up to him with hunger in her eyes; her breath lingered on his neck, teasing him, “Keep dreaming, you worthless, pathetic slave.” She took a step back from him and pointed at her feet, “Now, get on your knees and worship me.” 

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Playing house

“Please you have to help, I don’t know what happened.” Zach said in a panic as he greeted his nerdy best friend Jane at the door. He had called Jane to come over quick as something bad had happened but didn’t explain what.

“If anyone can help I know you can Jane, you’re the smartest girl in school after all.” He said leading her upstairs to his dad and stepmoms room. They walked in and Jane was taken aback by how different the room was to the rest of the house.

The bedroom was filled with expensive items and looked like it belonged in an upscale mansion while the rest of house was sparse and ugly by comparison. This shouldn’t really of surprised her as she always though Zach’s dad Damien prioritised his own comfort over his sons. On the floor in front of the mirror was some sort of flesh coloured rubber pile.

“So what’s the problem.” Jane said confused.

Zach walked over to the pile of rubber.

“This is the problem. This pile is my stepmom!” Zach said without an ouch of insincerity. “I was having a fight with her and all of a sudden it was like all the air was let out of her.” Jane walked over to the pile and it did indeed look like his Stepmom Abigail.

“Ok is this some sort of prank? I know you don’t like your stepmom and you blame her for turning your dad into a bit of a bastard but this isn’t funny.” Jane said starting to get concerned.

“It’s not a joke! Yes it’s true I think my stepmom is just some gold digging slut but I still wouldn’t do wish this upon anyone! Please you have to help me reverse it!” Zach said pleading with Jane. She could see that he was being honest.

“Ok well I’m not sure what we can do exactly.” She said picking up the rubber suit. At once she felt a strange vibration coarse through her body.

“Well I was hoping you could figure out why it happened and reverse engineer it or something.” Zach said but Jane didn’t hear any of it. It was like all sound had been sucked out of the room as she held the suit. It continued to pulse through her body but then out of the void she could hear a voice speak to her and only her.

“Hello Jane, so good of you to help. Doesn’t my skin feel great to touch? Wouldn’t it feel great to have skin like mine?” The disembodied voice of Abigail spoke. Jane nodded almost zombie like.

“Wouldn’t you like to know how it feels to inhabit my body? To feel how I feel? You can experience what it’s like to have big tits and a perfect ass. You can know what it feels like to have every man want you for your body. No more dorky life, no more rejections only pleasure. Doesn’t that sound exquisite?” Abigail spoke in a sexy purr and again Jane could only nod in agreement.

“Then be a bad little girl and strip off your clothes and slip into my naughty skin.” She said and Jane proceeded to do as asked. Zach was speechless as his best friend now stood before him completely naked seemingly in a trance. Jane then began to put on the suit legs first. The suit latched onto her skin immediately and Jane could feel her nerve endings become one with suit’s.

“Ohhhh yessss Jane you’ll love becoming a mean bitch. Just think of all the hot dick you’ll get looking like me.” Abigail whispered as Jane felt her body start to merge with the suit.

“Mmmmmm yesssss it feels sooooo fucking good.” She moaned as the suit’s clit attached tightly to her own. She wanted to rub it so badly but Abigail told her no.

“You can’t touch our pussy with those hands of yours. You need my elegant hands and slender fingers to do it.” Abigail said and Jane complied by slipping her own hands into Abigail’s hollowed out arms. Each one of her fingers fit perfectly into Abigail’s and tightened snugly. Jane examined her new manicured and long nails like a warrior examines their weapons.

“Oh fuck I can do damage with these. They make me feel so dangerous, I love it!” Jane said cackling to herself. The more of Abigails body she put on the more she felt her old personality become eroded and replaced with Abigail’s bitchy attitude. They were becoming one. Next she pulled the suits chest onto her own. Where before she fit snuggly into the suit here she felt a gap where her small breasts couldn’t meet the back of Abigails huge tits.

“Oh no what will we do about this? Not to worry.” Abigails said with tease in her voice. Suddenly Jane could feel the interior of the suit grow to meet her chest. Within seconds she felt it latch onto her erect nipples and fully consume her petite breasts. She couldn’t feel where her tits ended and Abigail’s began. She stroked her new breasts with her equally new fingers and moaned in pleasure.

“Oh I’ve always wanted tits big enough to jerk a cock off with and now I have breasts gorgeous enough to make men cum on command.” Jane said as a wicked smile crossed her face.

In the reflection of the mirror she could see Zach staring transfixed at everything that was happening. What was even better was she could see the outline of his erect cock and her new pussy shivered with delight. She had always had a crush on Zach since they were kids. They even used to play house together but knew she would never have a chance with him. He was handsome, strong and caring but she knew he saw her more as a sister. Now though she was challenging him on what he used to think.

“Don’t worry Jane we will have fun with him later but for now how about we finish our transformation. Put on my face. Become me. Become Abigail. Become the bitch you’ve secretly always wanted. Let our minds and bodies become one.” Abigail said and Jane couldn’t put on the rest of the suit faster. The suit had corrupted most of her mind and she was already thinking like a greed obsessed slut but she was eager to finish her descent.

She lifted the head portion of the suit over her own and felt the suit begin to seal up at the back. At first she was filled with a sense of fear as the suit tightened around her body and entomb her forevermore as Abigail but as she and the suit became one a rush of memories and desires filled her mind. Jane’s persona got absorbed willingly by Abigail’s more dominant and bitchy personality. Fear turned to lust. Lust for money, cock and clothes became her new norm. She cackled to herself as she strode up to the mirror to take in her beauty. She looked upon her body as if for the first time. For part of her it was. It was at once familiar yet foreign.

“Mmmmm I feel like a new me. Oh Abigail you’re such a bad bitch.” She said vainly posing.

“Ok I’ve done as you asked. I’ve found you a new host after your last one escaped. Now it’s your turn, give me back my dad!” Zach said behind her suddenly out of his trance and cock no longer erect. Abigail rolled her eyes in indifference to him. Such a boy scout she thought as she walked over to the bedside drawer and took something out that he couldn’t see. She stalked over to him and he cowered before her.

“So pathetic. So much wasted potential. You could be an arrogant hot stud like your father but instead you waste it all being a nice guy. No wonder Damien came up this plan.” Abigail said as she took his hand and shoved a ring onto it. Zach recognized it as his father’s wedding ring.

“I don’t understand? Where is my father?” He said taking a step back from her.

“Your father is quite brilliant. When he learned my host had changed her mind mind about being a hot little slut he came up with the idea to trick you into finding a new youthful vessel. Of course he decided if I were going to get a new body then he should get one too.” Abigail said as a sinister smile crossed her lips.

Zach didn’t understand but he didn’t like the sound of it. “That bitch tricked me” he thought. “That gold digging sexy slut. No not sexy. Evil. Evil manipulative hot bitch. No what am I saying? Why am I getting turned on?” Zach couldn’t understand what was going on. His dick felt bigger than usual. His muscles were also feeling bigger, stronger. He felt good like he could do anything, that he could take anything.

“That’s it my boy, doesn’t it feel better to use what I gave you to be bad?” His father whispered in his head. “Look at your step mother for example. Wouldn’t you like her? Don’t you want to take her? Wouldn’t you like her big cock sucking lips around your cock.”

Zach nodded. Why shouldn’t he use his natural good looks to his advantage? He could of been a star quarterback with dozens of hot women lining up to suck his dick. Ohhhhhh yessss he thought, he wanted that more than anything now that his father was infecting his brain. Abigail was looking on with delight as Zach’s eyes filled up with hunger. She sensed his transformation nearing the end and so left the room to get ready.

“Of course Abigail is used to men and not boys. You are inexperienced, let me help you then she won’t be able to keep her hands off of you.” His father enticed.

“Yesssss give me all your power, all your memories. I want to make that bitch mine. Make me into the arrogant bastard she needs.” Zach said allowing his father to completely consume him. He felt his father’s strength enhance his own. He grew a little older, fully maturing into his looks. His mind now completely controlled by Damien. He grunted and flexed his muscles. Abigail re-entered holding champagne and barely wearing anything. She approached him and this time he didn’t cower.

“Oh baby this was the best idea you’ve ever had, it deserves a celebration. I can’t wait to have my brains fucked out by you.” She said handing him a glass while whispering in his ear. Damien hadn’t felt this good in years. He downed the drink in one and tossed the glass aside as he lifted Abigail up with ease and lowered her on his fully upright cock. She moaned like a wanton whore.

“Oh fuck Damien your cock feels so good. So big. Cum inside me baby, cum inside me new younger pussy. Mmmmm doesn’t it feel so tight.” She said purring as she rode his cock like a pro. That night the remade couple fucked for hours and hours. Zach and Jane were now playing house forever.

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Rebound

“Me? You’re asking me out? Is this some sort of joke?” Becca said dumbfounded when Jason the star quarterback of their high school (and her biggest crush) asked her out. She was the school dork and he was, well, a god compared to her.

“No of course not. I know you like me Rebecca and I like you too, so what do you say.” He said saying her full name which sent a shiver down her spine. She hated hearing her full name even from her crush but the fact that he was asking her out nearly made her faint.

“Sure I’d love you… I’m mean love too, I’d love too.” She said flustered. He told her he’d come pick her up that night at 8 and for the rest of the day she couldn’t focus on anything else. She was on cloud nine. She did worry that she was just a rebound for Jason as his longtime girlfriend and head cheerleader Heather had just dumped him but if she was going to be a rebound for anyone she was glad it would be Jason.

“I got you a little something as a memento for our first date, I hope you don’t mind?” Jason said when she opened the door to him that night. Becca thought to herself that she must be dreaming now when he handed her a small jewellery box and she opened it to find two gold hoop earrings.

“Wow Jason this is… I don’t know what to say.” She said swooning even more for him.

“Say you’ll wear them.” He said with a look in his eyes she couldn’t quite decipher.

“Of course, I’ll put them on right now.” She said as she did just that. As she slid the into her earlobes she felt a strange shock almost like static.

“How do I look?” She said looking at Jason with her caring eyes.

“Like a loser but the earrings will fix that soon enough.” Jason said as his smile twisted into a wicked grin.

“What do you-” Becca started to say but then felt the strongest cramps happen in her body. She doubled over in pain as her bones creaked and her body changed.

“That little Heather bitch thought she could just dump me and move on but she messed with the wrong warlock.” Jason said as he casually sat down and watched the events transpire.

Becca could feel her fat start to shrink away around her body. Her stomach became flat and toned. Her legs and arms became lean but strong. The changes actually started to feel good.

“What are you doing to me? Why does it feel sooooo good.” She said writhing around in pleasure now on the ground.

“Im changing you into an alpha bitch just like Heather but hotter and meaner and loyal to me. Of course you were already infatuated with me I just had to do something about your uglyness.” Jason said with a laugh.

“Noooooo you can’t do this to me! This isn’t what I want!” She said moaning as the changes rippled through her body making her tits enlarge and become heavy on her new thinner frame.

“Deep down you know you want this. You are already looking ten times hotter. Give in and you’ll become the hottest girl in high school, none will be your equal.” He said trying to entice her and it was working even if she denied it.

“Oh fuck that does sound good! I’ll put that little bitch in her place and be a little spoilt princess like I always wanted! No what am I saying get out of my head!” She said unable to fight the changes or how good it all felt.

“Admit it you want to be the Queen Bee at high school strutting around with the hottest man by your side. I was a dork like you once but then I discovered the magic to transform me into the big dick bastard you see now. Let my enchanted earrings bring out the bitch deep inside you.” He said standing up to let her see the outline of his monster cock. Becca’s mind raced with all the bad things they could get up to together.

Her hair changed from her natural brown to beautiful golden blonde flowing locks. Her nails grew pointy and long and her face caked in gorgeous makeup. Her lips became pouty and full. Becca knew she should fight back but the changes felt incredible and the more she looked at Jason becoming aroused at her the more she didn’t want them to stop. A darkness was falling over her soul and she loved it.

“Yessss make me into an even meaner hotter slut than even Heather! It feels so fucking good! I’ll steal her friends and take her place as head cheerleader. I’ll have the most fuckable tight body the school has ever seen. Oh I feel like such a spoilt little bitch, I love what you’ve made me intobaby.” The new Becca said in a bitchy tone. The changes stopped and she stood up and looked at new self in the mirror. Her previously tight sweater hung baggily off of her gorgeous frame.

“Bye bye boring Becca hello bitch Rebecca.” She said in evil glee. Her mind had completely transformed. Where once there was compassion and empathy there was now only greed, lust and an inflated sense of superiority. She loved it.

“What do you think of me now stud?” She said turning to look at him while playfully biting her lip. He got up and put his arms around her waist.

“You’re perfect now, my bad little Rebecca.” He said saying her full name again but this time instead of being put off by it she got wet.

“Mmmmm I need to change out of these clothes and into something more revealing but first how about I show you what it feels like when a real woman sucks you off.” She said not even waiting for an answer as she undid his belt and slid his pants to his knees.

The next day the whole school stood in awe at the transformed Rebecca. Everyone was instantly wanted to be around her. The boys whispered about what a perfect ten she was while all the girls envied her and wanted to be close to her in hopes of some of her perfection rubbing off on them. It was this reason alone why it was so easy for her to assert her dominance over the school as the Alpha bitch.

Heather seethed with rage as she saw her power diminish before her. Her friends quickly turned against her in favour of the new goddess and Rebecca took the utmost pleasure in doing so. As she walked down the hall with Jason’s hand around her she couldn’t of been happier to be his rebound.

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That stupid fortune teller claimed to have put a curse on me when I didn’t tip her after a “free” palm reading. It all seemed like a cheap trick to get me to pay her. Apparently, the curse would cause my libido to go crazy. It seemed like a pretty weird thing to say, and it quickly got weirder when she also told me that I’d become more and more of a bimbo each time I had an orgasm. I didn’t believe it. It seemed impossible and I couldn’t comprehend what “more and more of a bimbo” even implied.

I had sex last night with some guy from the bar. It wasn’t because of any ridiculous curses though. Sometimes, a girl just has needs. I felt fine this morning; maybe I was a little hungover, but I certainly wasn’t more of a bimbo. I couldn’t help but smile a little at such a silly idea. 

I rolled over and looked at, umm, well I couldn’t remember his name… but he looked hot. I woke him up with a blowjob and we had the most incredible morning sex of my life. I kissed him, left him my number in case he wanted another round, and went home.

While I was driving, I could already feel myself getting horny again. A quick glance in my rear-view mirror confirmed that I was blushing. I giggled at how sexy I was feeling today. 

When I got to my place, I grabbed my vibrator and decided to hop in the shower. As I undressed, I noticed that my dark hair was actually blonde. It was a fake-looking blonde and my dark brown roots were super visible. My mind briefly thought back to the fortune teller and her curse, but I quickly dismissed it. I must have just dyed it before going out with the girls. 

I came so quickly in the shower. I guess I was, like, still super turned on over the amazing sex this morning. After a couple minutes basking in another fantastic orgasm, I washed up and set out to get my day started. 

As I got dressed, I was stunned to see that my boobs looked massive. I thought maybe it was just a hormone thing but, no, they were way too big for that. I mean, my bras didn’t even fit me. Plus, it wasn’t just my boobs; my butt had gotten bigger too! My ass was hanging out of all my underwear. None of my clothes fit properly. Though, I had to admit that I did look totally hot!

I settled on a sexy red bikini that barely covered me now and laid out by the pool to work on my tan. I couldn’t stop thinking about this morning, so I decided to call Tom,… at least, I think that’s his name…, and asked him to come over. I just need to fuck so bad. 

I’ve started playing with myself while I’m waiting for him to get here. My pussy is already super wet. Feels so good….

…Tom’s not here yet and I’ve already had another two orgasms. My brain feels like it’s turning into pink fluffy clouds. I think… the curse is, like, totally real. I am def. a hot super slutty bimbo! I hope Tom gets here soon so he can finish fucking my brains out! 

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Naughty Stepmom:

This is a request from cecei3:

Lianne really hated her stepmom Kiara. She was a vain, slutty, spoilt bitch and all she cared about was herself. She was always manipulating Lianne’s dad to buy her new fancy dresses and shoes and Lianne thought she just used her dad for his money.

And Kiara always tried to make Lianne more like her. She always wanted to take her shopping, go to the salon and so on.

But Lianne hated that stuff. She was more intrested in school and her studies.

She wanted to study law or medical and be a strong indepentent woman. She hated girls like Kiara who though they could get whatever they wanted just because they was pretty.

Lianne was the complete oppisite of Kiara.

She was a kind, sweet girl who always put others before herself.

But she had one problem. She was helplessly in love in the school’s quarterback Kyle. But Kyle probleby didn’t even know Lianne existed.

Lianne didn’t know how to get his attention and would to anything just for him to notice her.

One day Lianne told her bestfriend Nora about her crush and Kiara just happend to walk past Lianne’s bedroom door.

«So, my litte stepdaughter has a crush on the quarterback. That’s give me a delightful idea.» Thougth Kiara wickedly to herself.

Later that evening Kiara knocked on Lianne’s bedroom door.

Lianne opend and let Kiara in.

«What do you want?» Asked Lianne.

«Oh, I just figured you could use my help, darling.» Said Kiara with a wicked smile.

«Oh really? What are you suppose to help me with?» Said Lianne a bit suprised.

«A little bird told me you have a crush on the quartback and I think I have just the thing to get his attention.» Said Kiara with a playful smile.

‘’How could she possiblie know that?’’ Thought Lianne.

«Well I don’t have a crush on anyone.» She said to embarresed to admit it.

«And even if I did, what possible could you do to help.» Said Lianne anoyed at her stepmom.

Kiara picked up a fancy neckleace from her purse and gave it to Lianne.

«This necklace has been in my family for generations and it will grant you one wish when you wear it.» Explained Kiara.

Lianne just looked at Kiara.

«How dumb to you think I am?» Said Lianne anoyed.

«Just wear it at school tomorrow and when you see this boy of yours just wish you were his ideal girlfriend.» Said Kiara and walked out of the room.

«Jeez, she is even dumber than I thought.» Thought Lianne to herself and went to bed.

But next day while Lianne was getting ready for school she spotted the necklace on her desk.

«Well, I doesn’t hurt to try it. What do I got to lose?» Thought Lianne and put the necklace on.

Hours later while she was walking down the hallway she spotted Kyle and his friends standing by the lockers talking.

«Ok, here it goes.» Said Lianne to herself and closed her eyes and thought:

«I wish I was Kyle’s ideal girlfriend. I wish I was the girl of his dreams.»

She opend her eyes and nothing had happend.

«Figures.» She told herself dissopointed but not suprised.

The day went on as usual but around lunch time Lianne started to feel very warm and felt something is was wrong.

«Oh, I think I might starting to get sick.» She thought.

Then she started to feel a bit dizzy so she told the teacher’s she was not feeling well and went home.

When she got home she lied down ready to sleep it of but then a sudden urge started to rise between her legs.

Lianne tried to ignore it and tried to sleep but the more she tried to resist her rising horniness, the stronger the urge became.

«Oh, what is wrong with me? What kind of illness makes you this horny?!» Said Lianne annoyd to herself as the urge grew and grew.

In the end she couldn’t take it no more and slided her finger in her pussy.

She started slow but soon she was moaning and masturbated like a whore.

«Oooohhhh, this feels so fucking good!» Moaned Lianne and was going faster and faster.

The whole scene looked like something from a porn movie and when she finally orgasmed it felt like an explotion of plessure was going through her body.

«Wow, that was weird. At least I got that out of my system.» Said Lianne to herself and quickly fell asleep afterwards.

When Lianne woke up the next day she felt weird and a little fuzzy.

After her dayli shower she looked in the mirror a bit.

Had she gotten a bit thiner?

Had her hair grew longer?

Did her breats look bigger?

She shocked her head a bit shaking away the strange thoughs and started getting ready for school.

That morning Lianne spended a lot more time than usual on her hair and make-up.

When she was gonna get dressed she felt it harder than usual to find an outfit. All her clothes was so boring, but eventually she found something more revealing than usual but maybe that would help Kyle to notice her.

She arrived school a little late but that really didn’t bother her. Just yesterday that would been one of her worst nightmare’s but now for some reason school didn’t seem so important.

When at school Lianne felt really bored. She usally love school but now everything just felt sooo boring. Instead she scouted the class room checking out all the hot boys.

During lunch, she even felt bored by her friends. All they talked about was stupid documentaries and college

It was all just sooo boring so Lianne ditched her friend and desiced to skip school and went to the mall.

At the mall she went a little crazy and bought alot of fancy dresses, shoes and make-up with her dad’s credit card. She even stopped by the salon to get her hair done and ended up going full platinum blonde.

Then she got home to try on everything she bought, but then she stopped infront of the mirror.

«Wait…..What have I done?! I don’t act like this. I never skip school! What the heck is wrong with me?!» She screamed to herself infront of the mirror.

«And what was I thinking when I bought this shoes and dresses? They look like somethin my stepmom would wear! And my hair! How could I do this to myself?! I look like some spoilt bitchy pricess! I look like…..I look…….Ooohhh I just look sooo fucking hawt!» Said Lianne admiring herself in the mirror.

«Mmmm I bet Kyle would cream in his pants if he saw me now.» Giggled Lianne to herself.

The rest of the day Lianne kept admiring her new self and masturabated herself to sleep.

When she woke up the next day she spent hours on her hair and make-up and found some slutty but fancy clothes and desided to skip school to get her nails done.

When she walked downstairs she bumped into Kiara and they stared talking.

Lianne really couldn’t get why she use to hate Kiara. They really hit it off and Kiara just knew about the perfect nailsalon and they went out together.

That day Kiara taught Lianne all about fashion, make-up and boys.

Lianne was so happy Kiara was her stepmom and together they went shopping all day, all paid with Lianne’s dad’s credit card.

When she woke up the next day Lianne was gone and Lexi openen her eyes. Lexi was a spoilt, slutty, vain, gold digging bitch who only cared about herself.

She had lost all intrest in Kyle after she heard he was not rich.

Only a man with wealth and a big dick was man enaugh for her.

Lexi took a quick selfie and was so happy her stepmom had taught her the true values in life: Apperence is everything, education is pointless and seduce rich hunks to get everything you want.

Meanwhile Kiara was so happy, she finally had a daughter who was spoilt, bitchy, vain just like her.

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