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[beautification-tales]

The Caregiver

An Outbreak story

Sandra was concerned about her stepson Jim. She is certain he has the virus. The symptoms had been there for three days now: Complete physical changes along with mental ones. Jim seemed more aggressive lately and more irritable. She was so tempted to call the authorities but was scared of what experiments they would do to her sweet boy.

“You can’t keep me cooped inside forever Sandra!” Jim growled. He paced back and forth, his eyes burning with anger. Sandra stood her ground, her expression calm but firm. “Jim, baby you’re sick! If people find out you have the virus.. they’ll put you in a research facility. You know that right?” She took a step closer, reaching out to touch his arm. But he flinched away, his fists clenched at his sides.

He looked at his stepmother as some clarity returned to his mind. He unclenched his fists and sighed. “I’m sorry mom. It’s so hard to think lately… All I want to do is…” Jim looked at his mother with compassion but with a hunger she never saw before. “What is it baby?” she asked softly, taking another step closer. Jim stepped back fighting the natural urges the virus had brought forth. “It’s nothing mom… I just need to be alone.”

Jim walked swiftly and ran up the stairs. Sandra heard her stepson’s door close behind him. Santa looked over at their family portrait in the middle of the living room. “Oh Jack! How am I going to protect him?” Sandra was scared as her sweet nerdy stepson had returned a different man. Sandra had always been afraid of losing Jim ever since Jack passed away. Now the fear was exacerbated by his current… ailment.

Sandra placed her hand on her heart as she felt it beating fast. It was from fear but it was also from her stepson’s presence. She looked at the picture of Jack and how strong and handsome he was. Jim looked so much like him now and it was affecting her.

Sandra turned on the television as the news was still talking about the outbreak. The anchor was discussing the news with their health correspondent. “Yes it has spread throughout Asia and it is confirmed to have hit Australia.” The correspondent said with a grave expression. Sandra felt a chill run down her spine. She could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on her shoulders. “And what about the flight that landed in LAX? The one with the two ehhh affected flight attendants?” The anchor asked cautiously. Sandra knew that flight well. It was the one that Jim had taken to come from a school trip just 4 days ago. “Well it seems to have transformed them into blonde…. And I’m sorry to say… bimbos. They have insatiable libidos and irresistible pheromones. The good news is the strain they have is not airborne and only transferred by fluids. They seemed to have only transferred the virus to the two pilots of the plane.” The correspondent explained. “Thank you Dr. Mullin. We remind our viewers if you notice any physical or mental changes in any of your friends or family please isolate them and call the proper authorities. When we come back more ‘outbreak’ coverage.” The anchor said as the screen cut to a commercial break.

Sandra turned off the television and sighed. She rubbed her temples as she slowly walked up the stairs. She decided to check on her stepson. The sound of grunts and slapping came from his room. Sandra shook her head knowing the sound of her son masturbating. Sandra turned to walk to her room but stopped when she heard Jim scream “mom!” Sandra rushed quickly to her son’s call. She opened the door to find her son still pleasing his engorged cock. Sandra gasped as she realized the extent of Jim’s transformation.

Jim’s body was covered in shapely muscle as his abs flexed as his hips gyrated into his hand. The room’s scent was strong as it was filled with the smell of sweat and cum. Sandra inhaled deeply and felt herself become wet with desire. Sandra looked higher and saw that Jim had a pair of her pantyhose covering his eyes and nose. “Ung mom, yes suck my cock like that.” Jim panted as Sandra felt herself walking closer to her son.

She found herself at the foot of the bed as she licked her lips. The temptation to touch her own stepson was great. “Yes, you’re gonna make me cum!” Jim’s cock erupted as streams of cum landed everywhere. Sandra quickly exited as her son uncovered his face and cleaned himself off.

Sandra rushed into her room and closed her door. She could feel her heart racing as the images were fresh in her mind. Jim’s toned body covered in sweat as he called for her. Jim holding her pantyhose to his face. He must have imagined herself sitting on him. He was so large and he came so much. “No! Stop it!” Sandra said out loud hoping to silence her naughty thoughts.

Sandra knew that Jim wasn’t her own but she practically raised him. Jack found her as a lonely young woman longing for a family. She remembered fondly the first time Jack introduced Jim to her as a young boy ten years old all that time ago. He hugged her tightly as she felt her eyes fill with tears. Sandra knew then she had found her family and she would never let anyone take it from her.

“I have to call the authorities…. For Jim’s sake.” Sandra muttered to herself as she prepared to take a shower. She reached down to undo her jeans. She gasped as felt a wet spot on her pocket. “Oh my God… is that his cum?” Sandra felt awkward as the substance covered her fingers. She played with it a bit as it felt very sticky. She smelled it as her whole body reacted. Sandra’s eyes rolled back as she felt goosebumps and her nipples hardened. She began licking her fingers as it tasted like sweet honey in her mouth. She began sucking her fingers until she realized what she was doing. She undressed and showered with cold water before hitting the bed.

“I know you want me to Sandra.” Jim said at the foot of her bed. Sandra jumped up as she saw Jim naked stroking his hard manhood. “Jim you know I hate it when you call me… Jim stop that!” Jim laughed as he walked closer to her. His body glistening with sweat, his muscles bulging under his tight skin. He smelled intoxicating, a mixture of sex and desire. She wanted to resist but couldn't find the strength. “C’mon mom you promised to take care of me when dad died. Let’s take care of each other.” Jim said as he climbed on the bed and straddled her. His thick cock pointed at her lips. Sandra felt her heart race as she opened her mouth and took him in. Jim moaned loudly as she began to suck him off. His sweet taste filled her mouth and she couldn't help but swallow.

Sandra awoke from her dream drenched in sweat as she tried to catch her breath. Her body ached as she was tempted to touch herself. She stopped herself as in a trance she got up and disrobed her pajamas. She put on her black lace bra and panties and her thigh high stockings. An outfit she hadn’t worn since Jack’s passing and walked to Jim’s bedroom.

Sandra opened the door and found Jim tossing and turning in bed. He was naked, his muscular body covered in sweat. The sheets were tangled around his legs, and he was moaning softly in his sleep. Her heart raced as she took a step closer to the bed. She reached out and gently ran her hand through his sweaty hair, causing him to stir slightly. She leaned down and kissed his forehead, her lips lingering there for a moment before pulling back.

"Jimmy?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. He didn't respond, still lost in his dreams. Sandra climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips, and laid her head on his chest. His heartbeat thundered in her ears, matching her own racing pulse. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, and the scent of his skin filled her nostrils. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly, feeling the warmth of his skin against her own.

She let her fingers wander, tracing the lines of his abs, teasing the hairs on his chest. Jim moaned softly, his body tensing beneath her touch. She leaned forward, capturing one of his nipples between her teeth, gently biting down. He cried out, his hips bucking upwards, seeking contact with her. She released his nipple, feeling the hard peak beneath her fingertips as it stood at attention.

Her heart raced, her breath coming faster as she leaned forward, her lips brushing against his ear. "You feel so good, Jimmy," she whispered, her voice husky. "So alive." She slid her hand lower, over his abdomen and toward his hip. Her fingers found the soft cotton of his boxers, tracing the outline of his erection through the fabric. "Let me help you feel better," she breathed, her hand moving lower still, reaching beneath the fabric and grasping him firmly.

Jim awoke and quickly jerked up. He looked around confused before focusing on his mother. "Mom?" he said, his voice thick with desire. Sandra smiled softly, her eyes locked on his erection. "You're so big," she breathed, running her hand up and down his shaft. "So hard." She leaned forward, taking him into her mouth, sucking gently at first before deepening the kiss, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. Jim's hips bucked, pushing deeper into her mouth as he moaned loudly.

Sandra increased speed as her head jerked up and down on Jim’s cock. His hips began to thrust forward, meeting her movements with an urgency that she hadn't expected. His moans filled the room, mixing with her own wet, slurping sounds as she sucked him deeper. She could feel his hot seed building in his veins, ready to explode. “Yes please taste my cum!” he gasped, his voice hoarse.

With one last powerful thrust, Jim came, his seed erupting from his cock and splashing onto the back of her throat. Sandra swallowed eagerly, savoring the salty taste as it filled her mouth. Jim collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving as he fought for air. Sandra slowly pulled her mouth away, her lips still wet with his cum, and looked up at him.

“You taste so good. Ahhhh” Sandra moaned as she felt her body shake. The virus flowed into her as her older skin tightened and gained a more youthful color. The crows feet under eyes vanished as she felt her breasts firm up. She grabbed them and felt them grow in her hands. Her graying blond hair gained its vibrant blond color of her youth. Sandra’s back arched as she felt her ass grow. The stockings stretched as her thighs got a bit thicker and her calves got strong. She stood on her toes as her foot arch returned to her dancing form. She felt her tight abdomen as she smiled remembering how men desired her. She was even better than how she was then and an even more handsome man than Jack was before her.

Jim felt his cock come back to attention as he saw his mom become even hotter than she was. Jim was always attracted to her but the virus had made his desires impossible to ignore. “Damn Sandra you’re smoking hot.” Sandra with lightning speed jumped on Jim as she guided his hard member into her wet pussy. She began gyrating as Jim fell back on the bed paralyzed by pleasure. “What did I say about calling me that? I’m mommy baby” she moaned as she squeezed her inner muscles around him. Jim moaned as he felt every inch of her tight, wet heat envelop him. He thrust into her, meeting her rhythm, their skin slapping together in perfect harmony.

Jim finally looked up and caressed her body freeing her breasts from her bra. “Yes mommy. Ungh you feel so good.” Sandra moaned as she felt his hands on her. She reached down and held his wrists, guiding them up above his head, pinning him down as she continued to ride him. Jim felt helpless and utterly at her mercy, his hips bucking uselessly against the bed.

Sandra grabbed Jim’s hands and placed them on her hosiery covered thighs. Jim groaned loudly as he felt his cock twitch. “You like when mommy wears these?” she asked, her voice husky with desire. Jim nodded weakly, his hips moving involuntarily against the bed. She smiled down at him, her eyes flashing with lust. With a swift motion, she slid her hand down between their bodies and began rubbing her clit as she continued to ride him.

Her other hand moved up to cup his face, her thumb tracing circles around his lips. Jim opened his mouth, eager to taste her as she leaned down and brushed their lips together. Their tongues tangled, their breath mixing as they shared the sensation of her body moving against his.

Sandra arched her back, her nails digging into his chest as her orgasm washed over her. She cried out, her body shuddering with pleasure as she came. Jim felt her walls squeeze tight around him, her muscles contracting in the most exquisite way. His own release followed close behind, his seed spilling deep inside her as he groaned.

They both collapsed on the bed as their morals disappeared and their desires increased.

“I was so wrong to keep you cooped up here in the house. I better let you go back to school baby.”

1 week later

Jim was brought into the research facility when a student called the CDC. Apparently Jim couldn’t recall how many students he had sex with. The CDC began testing students to see who was infected and found them all. The virus was contained.

“Sir, he did spend time home before coming back to school. Should we test the mother too?”

“Negative, the virus is only transmitted via fluids. He wouldn’t fuck his mom.”

And so the virus spread.

[beautification-tales]

The Flight part 2

An Outbreak story

Holly looked at herself in the mirror. She admired her new features as she touched her face and giggled. She felt more confident and beautiful than ever before. The thought of what she did to Brent ran through her mind. The way he squirmed and groaned. He was completely in her power. Holly hungered for more. She felt powerful and wanted to explore her newfound abilities further. Holly felt her new developments as she bit her lip. She closed her eyes briefly as her breasts felt soft and sensitive in her hands.

Holly hiked up her skirt and lowered her pantyhose. She pulled her panties to the side and felt herself. She felt so warm as she thrust her fingers inside, her skin soft and yielding beneath her touch. Her breath quickened and her heart raced as she imagined Brent's reaction if he could see her now. Her body tingled with anticipation and desire. Holly had always imagined being beautiful and now that power was hers.

She fantasized men falling all over for her. She pictured herself as an influencer as men flooded her DM’s. “Oh fuck yes. They want me! They really really want me!” She moaned hysterically, her fingers moving faster. Her body was on fire, her skin tingling everywhere. “Thank you for flying with us cum back soon!” Holly screamed as she orgasmed. She collapsed against a wall. Holly still hungered for more. She fixed her clothing and went to find Lucy to share the news of her transformation. In the galley she looked and saw that Lucy was not in her seat.

20 minutes ago

Lucy smacked her lips as she awoke from her Power Nap. She looked over and saw that Holly was out. A ding sounded as Lucy looked up and saw someone in economy rang for assistance. Lucy’s eyes got wide as she realized it was the patient that sneezed on Holly. “Ewww” she thought to herself. She put on a fake smile and walked over to him. “How May I help you sir?” She asked politely. The man looked at her and handed her a blanket.

“Thank you! I don’t need this anymore. I actually feel very warm right now.” The man said, giving Lucy a genuine grin. Lucy noticed the man was quite attractive with his muscles digging into his little shirt. He had sparkling blue eyes and a defined jawline. Lucy quickly looked down and saw his thick thighs pulling his pants.

“Can I help you with anything else sir? I heard you were under the weather earlier.” Lucy said with a sultry tone, leaning slightly closer to him. She couldn't help but notice the way his muscles flexed beneath his shirt as he breathed. She looked down and noticed his bulge in his pants. Her heart raced as she felt her own body responding to his presence. “Well… I do feel really tight in this shirt. I think it’s too small for me.” He confessed, trying to hide his embarrassment with a grin.

“Well we do have extra clothes in the jacket closet in back. We can’t let you be… uncomfortable.” Lucy said, her heart racing as she fought the urge to touch him. She knew she was using the same tactics she used to seduce eligible bachelors on her flights. She led him to the back of the plane and into the closet. She pulled out a larger shirt and a pair of pants, handing them to him. He smiled gratefully as he began to unbutton his shirt.

Lucy couldn't help but stare at his muscles as he moved, her cheeks flushing. The man glanced over at her, noticing her fascination. "It's not every day a pretty girl like you pays attention to me," he said with a wink. Lucy felt a shiver run down her spine. "Well, it's not every day a handsome man like you ends up on my flight," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lucy felt his bare chest with her hands as she admired his chiseled frame. She stepped even closer as she smelled his enticing aroma. She grabbed his belt buckle and pulled him in for a kiss. He responded eagerly, his strong hands running through her hair. Their tongues tangled as they explored each other's mouths. The man groaned as he pushed her up against the wall. He lowered his pants, revealing his hardened arousal. Lucy smiled seductively and took him in her hand, stroking him slowly.

Their passionate encounter continued as he hiked her skirt up. Lucy gasped as he ripped her pantyhose, revealing her bare skin. He roughly thrust into her, their bodies slamming against the wall. Their breathing heavy, their moans filling the cramped space. The sound of the engines and the other passengers were muffled as they became lost in their lust. Lucy wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her nails into his back, urging him to go deeper. He grunted in response, his muscles flexing as he pumped harder.

“Oh my! You’re so big!” Lucy gasped as he pounded into her, her body arching helplessly against his. His thrusts grew more urgent, and she could feel the tension building inside him. She moaned, her head spinning with pleasure as he continued to claim her. With a powerful groan, he released himself deep inside her, filling her with his warmth. “Did you just cum?” she asked breathlessly, feeling his weight pressed against her.

He didn’t answer as his eyes rolled back in his head, his muscles tensing under her touch. “Want more! Need more!” he growled, his voice thick with desire. She smiled, feeling the strength of his body pressed against her. His cock twitched, and she knew he was already regaining his energy. She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him tightly as he began to move again, his thrusts steady and powerful.

Their rhythm was interrupted when they heard the captain's voice over the intercom, telling them to buckle up for a rough patch of turbulence. Lucy wrapped her legs tighter inviting him to finish. He pounded into her, claiming her body with each thrust. As the plane rocked, they clung to each other, their sweaty bodies sliding against each other. He roared as he released himself deep inside her, his powerful body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. Lucy moaned, her own climax building as he continued to thrust, his cock twitching inside her. She arched her back, meeting his thrusts with her own, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

The turbulence passed, and the intercom clicked off. They were both breathing heavily, their chests heaving as they clung to each other. Lucy smiled up at him, her eyes shining with desire. "That was incredible," she whispered, running her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. He kissed her passionately, his tongue diving into her mouth.

“Ladies And gentlemen this is your captain speaking. We are preparing for our descent into LAX. Please return to your seats. Flight attendants prepare the cabin for landing.” The captain's voice crackled over the intercom, interrupting their intimate moment. Lucy felt a pang of disappointment as she reluctantly pulled away from her handsome companion. He slipped back into his pants and buckled his belt, adjusting his hair and clothes before straightening up. They exchanged one last longing glance before discreetly returning to their seats.

As Lucy did her rounds she noticed an attractive blonde flight attendant helping passengers on the other aisle. The blonde, seeing her notice, gave her a smile and a wink. Lucy couldn't help but feel a spark of attraction towards her. “I thought I knew the whole crew for this flight.” Lucy said to herself, wondering if this was a new hire.

It was when Lucy returned to her bucket seat and the blond sat in Holly’s seat that Lucy spoke up. “Um excuse me that’s my friend Holly’s seat maybe you…” Lucy was quickly interrupted. “Lucy it’s me Holly! I don’t know how to explain it but I’m blonde and busty now.” Holly smiled and gestured to her new chest.

“Yeah sure. If you’re Holly then.” Holly smiled. “6 months ago you fucked twins in the coat closet. You were embarrassed because you thought you just did the same guy… twice” Lucy answered back quickly “Yeah cause since when do adult brothers wear the same…Holly?” Holly nodded and smiled. They talked together over how this transformation might have occurred and they determined it had to do with the sick passenger. “Oh no Holly. I fucked him.” Lucy said terrified.

“Wait who? … Lucy you fucked a guy with a fever? He didn’t seem your type either way.” Holly chuckled. “No he didn’t have a fever and he is definitely my type. Muscles on muscles.” Lucy licked her lips. “Holy shit! He grew into a hunk! He…..he definitely has the virus.”

“Well if sneezing on you did all that. What will his cum do to me?” Lucy asked nervously. “Oh Lucy, baby… you did him with no condom?” Holly asked concerned but the thought of a virile man pumping his seed…. Aroused her.

“I know right. It’s just that he smelled so good. He was soo big. Like I was hornier than I usually am. Holly… are you touching yourself?” Lucy said with a shock as she watched her transformed friend pleasing her body. “Unh I don’t know but I can’t help it. This new body…. Your story. So … fucking good!” Holly moaned. Lucy couldn’t help but watch as her friend, touched herself. She felt her own body tingling, wanting what Holly had.

Lucy felt the tingle in her breasts, the ache in her loins as she watched Holly bring herself to orgasm. Her own body was ready, craving the release that only a man's touch could bring.The scent of her arousal filled the air, and she could feel herself growing wetter by the second.

Lucy looked and saw that her black hair was turning blond. She watched as her lips became plumper and her eyes turned a sparkling blue. Her breasts grew larger, rounder, and her hips widened, making her ass perkier. She felt herself becoming more and more aroused as she transformed right in her bucket seat. Her shoulder straps dug into her flesh as her bosom multiplied in size.

Lucy unbuckled her straps freeing herself to grow. She also stumbled to Holly as she still was touching herself with her eyes closed. Lucy batted Holly’s hand away as she buried her face in her friend’s pussy. Holly shot up in her seat as she looked down and saw a head of blond hair between her legs.

“Lucy.. what are? Mmm yes!” Holly grabbed Lucy’s hair and pulled her closer. She couldn't believe what was happening, but she couldn't deny how incredible it felt. As Lucy lapped at her friend's wetness, Holly felt a mixture of shock, desire, and arousal course through her body. Her chest heaved up and down, her breasts swaying with each breath.

Lucy, still in the process of transforming, felt her skin tingle and burn as her body continued to change. Her hips widened even further, making her ass more prominent and curvy. As she lapped at Holly's folds, she could feel her own desire growing stronger. She moaned into her friend's wetness, her blond hair swaying around her face as she relished the taste and smell of Holly's arousal.

“Oh Fuck me!” Holly cried out as the sensations overwhelmed her. She felt her body tensing, the familiar build up of pleasure that meant she was close to climax. Her fingers dug into Lucy's hair, pulling her even closer as she arched her back, thrusting her hips forward. The feel of Lucy's tongue and lips on her, the taste of herself on her friend's tongue... it was all too much.

Holly grabbed the top of her chair as she felt herself reaching her apex. “Lucy, I’m gonna cum. Oh yes, yes! Fuck me, baby! Ahhhhhh!!!” She cried out as her body was wracked by an intense orgasm, her juices spilling over Lucy's lips and down her chin. Her grip on the chair loosened, and she collapsed back into her seat, breathless and spent.

Lucy stood up a larger bustier woman as she wiped her lips of Holly’s juices and tasted them on her thumb. The plane jostled as it landed at the airport, the sounds of the jets powering down as it taxied. “Lucy… I still want more. What’s wrong with me?” Holly groaned as she tried to catch her breath.

“We are definitely Bi too. Your body is turning me on but I still want cock.” Lucy smiled at Holly.

Epilogue

The gate agents found Holly and Lucy fucking the pilots after all the passengers left the plane. They alerted their supervisors as the CDC and FBI quickly arrived. They believed that the outbreak was contained as they transported Holly and Lucy to a research facility.

Meanwhile the passenger from economy got an Uber and made it home. He was greeted by his stepmother at the door.

“Jim? Is that you?”

The virus has reached America

[beautification-tales]

The Author

A meta caption story

The cool air of the evening creeps in through the open window, gently rustling the curtains and sending a shiver down Ophelia's spine. She sighs, leaning back against the pillows as she stares at the ceiling, lost in thought. It's been a long day; a day filled with routine, frustration, and a whole lot of nothing in between. The silence of the house is almost deafening, save for the occasional creak from the old floorboards and the soft murmur of her husband's voice...

But it's not the sound of his voice that catches her attention. It's the rhythmic slapping noise coming from his home office, just a few steps away. At first, she's not quite sure what it is, but then it hits her: he's masturbating. The realization sends a wave of conflicting emotions crashing through her. Part of her feels violated, like an intruder has violated their sacred space; another part of her feels a pang of jealousy, wondering why he can't find release with her. Yet another part of her feels a strange sense of arousal, her body responding to the sounds even as her mind protests.

She creeps up to the office a little, not wanting to make too much noise, her heart pounding in her chest. Through the crack under the door, she sees her husband's naked form hunched over his desk, his hand moving furiously. He can’t take his eyes off his laptop as if hypnotized he increases his speed. “Ungh fuck! I want her.” He groans as his face contorts. “Who does he want?” Ophelia thinks to herself. She feels a mixture of anger and arousal course through her veins.

Ludwig grunts again “Ungh, it feels… so good!” He shakes violently as he orgasms. Ophelia watches him wipe down his computer and the stain he shot upon his desk. Ludwig coughed as he slid out the back door to his private bathroom. Ophelia could hear the quiet hum of his shower head turning on. Ophelia quickly rushed into the room to look at what kind of porn her husband was enjoying.

Ophelia was shocked to only find a few windows of blogs open as well as an email from “The Mistress”. Ophelia took note of the names of the blogs and the email address of the “The Mistress”. Ophelia ran back to her bed and started looking up these items on her cell phone. Ludwig had stopped having sex with her very early in the marriage. At first Ophelia did not mind as she wasn’t a very sexual person. However, when it became more obvious that Ludwig had sought after other avenues to feed his desires, her jealousy was sparked.

“What kind of stories are on these blogs that could make Ludwig feel pleasure like that?” She thought to herself as she read a story from one blog. The story was short and was about a flat chested woman who got plastic surgery and became a porn star. She checked on another blog and it had a similar story of nerdy girl drinking a serum and becoming a femme fatale. The story had a graphic sex scene as the girl fucked her former crush. Ophelia felt herself become wet at the tale. She went to another blog.

Ophelia felt a cold sweat as the story had a plain, mousy wife. She was not confident and was terrible in bed. She became afraid she would lose her husband and found a succubus that bestowed her with supernatural power and beauty as well. The story sounded eerily familiar especially as the wife’s name was… Ophelia. She kept reading stories on this blog as they had a familiar and predictable formula. Yet, the ending was so graphic and passionate that every word became addictive. Ophelia felt herself become wetter after every tale. It was then Ludwig creeped into their bed. “You’re still up sweetie?” Ludwig asked. “Couldn’t sleep.” Ophelia said softly.

She turned off her smart phone and went to sleep. Yet the stories haunted her dreams. She dreamed of drinking a serum, taking a steroid or making a deal and transforming. Her nerdy demeanor would vanish as her breasts would blossom and she would find Ludwig. They would fuck like animals as passion would overwhelm them.

Ophelia jolted up from bed as the alarm clock rang. Ludwig was already downstairs as she heard his footsteps making coffee and breakfast. She lifted her covers and gasped. She was soaked. She realized that the stories… awoken something in her.

She quickly cleaned up and went downstairs to talk to her husband. “Hey baby! Looking good today!” She said as she gave him a tight hug. Ludwig lifted an eyebrow and looked at her puzzled. “Ok! what appliance do I need to buy this time?” He joked. She smiled and giggled as she sat down at the table.

“Can’t I flirt with my husband? I rarely do it and maybe you need more of it.” Ophelia grabbed at her husband’s thigh rubbing it. “Maybe we can do something fun before you go to work today.” She leaned in closer. Ludwig felt a chill run down his spine as he looked into her eyes. Her pupils were dilated. He could see the lust in them. It was a side of her he hadn't seen in years.

Ludwig stood up unaffected by his wife’s advances. “Sorry, sweetie but I have an important meeting so I have to be early today. Maybe next time.” He gave her a kiss on the cheek and left for work.

During the day Ophelia couldn’t focus at work as she thought about Ludwig masturbating to emails from “The Mistress”. Later that night Ophelia once again made some obvious advances to Ludwig as he made excuses of having more emails to get to. Ophelia felt a rage in her build as she was rejected once again.

It was exacerbated as Ophelia heard her husband moan from his office again. Ophelia rushed and watched through the crack again as Ludwig grunted as he stroked his cock. “Yes my Mistress… I’m … I’m… worthy!” Ludwig erupted violently as his body shook as if every one of his muscles contracted. Ophelia felt herself become wet as her jealousy and arousal reached new heights.

“Why would he rather fuck his hand over blogs and emails than with his horny wife?” She thought to herself. Ludwig performed the same ritual of cleaning his mess and taking a shower. Ophelia ran into the office to read the personal email. The latest one said. “Ludwig your stories are exquisite. I think you may be worthy after all. Come meet me and I’ll make your dreams come true.”

Ophelia ran back to bed as she learned two things. The blog with her favorite stories were authored by her husband. Ludwig was aroused by the praise from this mysterious “Mistress” that he planned on meeting to probably be intimate with.

Ophelia felt the tears fall down her face. Ludwig entered the bed as she pretended to be asleep. It was in that moment she resolved to fight for what was hers. The mistress may be some amazing vixen with beauty that far surpasses her own but Ophelia was going to go down swinging.

The next morning she stayed in bed as her husband left for work. She then jumped out of bed and went to Ludwig’s office. She found the address of the mistress and drove there. The retail store was large and had a nail salon attached to it. “Welcome to the emporium” a gorgeous employee said to Ophelia as she entered. “If you need anything do not hesitate to ask.” Ophelia slowly walked up to the employee. “Umm yes….I’m here to talk to the Mistress.” The woman’s smile vanished as she had a serious look. The woman then looked down at Ophelia’s long brown skirt and brown flats. She then smiled at Ophelia. “Of course you are! This way please!”

The woman lead Ophelia past the store into the nail salon. The technicians and clients were all gorgeous with makeup upon their faces. All were wearing tight dresses with bright colorful high heels. Ophelia tried not to stare but could hear what sounded like moans from the clients as nails were put on their fingers. “Mmmm I’m a bad bitch yes!” One of them said as Ophelia looked back the employee brought her back to focus. “This Way Miss?”

The woman pushed a door open to reveal a lavishly decorated hallway. “Mrs! Ophelia Bloom.” Ophelia told the employee. On the wall was an intercom as the employee pressed it she said. “Mistress. A Mrs Ophelia Bloom is here to see you.” There was a pause before a mechanical feminine voice answered.

"Very well. Send her in." The employee pushed another door at the end of the hall revealing a large opulent office. Inside sat a beautiful blond-haired woman in her early thirties. She was wearing a tight black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her makeup was flawless, and her hair was styled perfectly. She had a commanding presence that filled the room. Ophelia felt a mixture of intimidation and attraction as she walked towards her.

“Ah Ophelia… I heard so much about you. Ludwig really does describe you well. So he sent you? For the package I prepared?” The Mistress smiled warmly as she motioned for Ophelia to take a seat on the plush couch. Ophelia sat down, feeling a mixture of nervousness and anger course through her veins.

Ophelia thought that Ludwig was planning to fuck this woman but it seemed she had something prepared for him. Something he wanted desperately. “Yes Mistress! He wanted me to get it for him. He didn’t want to wait and he is busy in meetings today.” Ophelia looked at the Mistress with a mixture of anger and determination. The Mistress smiled and stood up, walking over to a large desk and opening a drawer. She pulled out a small box and handed it to Ophelia.

“Now it can only be used once so make sure you’re both sure about this.” The mistress put her hands on her hips with a serious stare said. “ Absolutely no refunds and there are no reversals. Everything is permanent.” Ophelia opened the box and saw a vial with a cork stopper on top. “What is in this?” she asked.

The mistress raised an eyebrow and looked at Ophelia. “It is a potent mixture of “mauvaise femme” it has about a 5 minute delay though before taking hold. Ludwig asked for fast acting but this stronger batch…needs patience but it’s worth it. I’m sure you both will be happy with results. Now if you’ll excuse me Ophelia. I have quite a few scheduled appointments today. I just had to squeeze you in because I’m a big fan of your husband’s stories. I can’t wait to see them improve.” She smiled with a sly grin.

Ophelia rushed home. She left the box on the dining room table as she paced her home. She wondered why her husband wanted that gift from the Mistress. Ludwig’s stories played in her mind as she stayed deep in thought. “Is it real? Did Ludwig want her to transform into a bad bitch? To know how to dress sexy and be sexy?” Ophelia was still in disbelief but it all pointed to the same thing. Ludwig wanted her to transform. Ophelia felt that same excitement she felt reading her husband’s stories and she knew she could “make it a reality” for him.

It felt like an eternity but Ludwig finally came home. “Oh hey sweetie. I had a long day.” He said as he took off his suit jacket. Ophelia couldn't help but feel nervous. She was sitting at the dining table with the box in front of her. “We need to talk Ludwig…right now.” She said, her voice shaking slightly. Ludwig looked at her with a confused expression, not quite understanding what she meant. “Umm ok… what’s wrong?” He asked as he sat down.

“I met the Mistress today. I know all about your blog and your fantasies.” Ludwig’s face went completely white at his wife’s admission. “I mean it all makes sense now. You have a certain kink that you wanted to live out and now you can baby.” Ophelia put the box on the table. “I got it from the mistress today.” She paused, waiting for his reaction. Ludwig was frozen in disbelief. His heart raced as he tried to process what was happening.

Ludwig grabbed the box and opened it. “Where is it Ophelia! Where is the fucking serum???” He yelled, his eyes wild with desperation. Ophelia looked at him. “I drank it when you opened the door. I thought this is what you wanted.” Ludwig slammed his hand on the table. “You stupid bitch! The power! The beauty, it was mine! I earned it! It was my stories that got her attention. It was supposed to be mine. I was going to be free from this mundane life, living in luxury and you drank it? You have no passion… no imagination. Your frigid plain body must have killed the serum’s potency. It was supposed to be an instant transformation.”

“It has a 5 minute delay.” Ophelia whispered to Ludwig. Her heart was pounding in her chest as the serum pumped into her bloodstream. “Wait… what?Ludwig asked confused. “She said… it has a fff..five minute delay.” Ophelia felt strange as she placed both arms on the table. Ludwig looked in horror as Ophelia’s plain fingernails grew into red pointed nails. “No…” Ludwig nearly cried as he collapsed back into his chair.

“Mmm you’re right. I was a frigid plain girl.” The sounds of bones cracking and shifting filled the room as Ophelia’s body began to change. “Oooh but from now on I’m going to be a bad bitch.” The thin arms and legs of Ophelia gained muscle tone as she began to moan. Ludwig’s cock hardened in his pants as his stories were coming alive before his eyes.

“Ungh, I’m going to make you stroke to me daily as I fuck alpha males in front of you. I’m going to seduce company CEO’s and drain their bank accounts and their balls! How’s that for imagination!? I’m going to make you watch every fucking second as I have lunch dates with the Mistress. Ungh fuck !” The sounds of cracking stopped as Ophelia’s hair brightened turning from boring brown into golden blonde.

Ludwig hypnotized as the transformation progressed grabbed his cock. “You couldn’t help yourself huh? Mmm you see my hair change color? It’s just like one of your stories! I feel so fucking wet. My arms and legs. So strong and powerful!” Ophelia ripped her shirts sleeves off and tore open her long skirt.

Ludwig unzipped his pants as he panted like an animal. Ophelia’s breasts were next as they doubled in size. Ophelia’s skin become tan and flawless. “The fucking power, Ludwig! I feel it. I can get anything I want. Fuck anyone I want!” Her cheekbones raised up as her lips got fuller and covered in red lipstick. Ophelia stood up and turned around. “I can feel it my ass is growing!”

Her back muscles strengthened and filled out as her butt lifted up making a perfect peach. Her abdomen toned and became flat as her hips got wider and her waist slimmer.

Ludwig grunted as he came watching his plain, frigid wife become a truly powerful vixen.

“Hmmm you enjoyed that didn’t you? Didn’t you my pet?”

“Yes … I … never came so hard…ever.”

“Hmmm I guess you have a new story to write.”

[beautification-tales]

The Wardrobe

A caption story

Samara, a young and adventurous woman, found herself at her rich aunt's mansion, which sat atop a hill overlooking the town. The air was crisp and clean, carrying with it the faint scent of lavender from the gardens below. She had been invited to stay for a few weeks while her aunt was away on business, and as she wandered through the spacious halls and sprawling rooms, she couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and anticipation.

The main attraction, however, was her aunt's wardrobe. It was like stepping into a dreamworld, a cacophony of colors, textures, and fabrics. Dresses and suits of every style and size hung from racks and lay folded neatly on beds, their tags still attached. In contrast to her own plain tomboy clothes, these garments seemed to glow with an otherworldly light, beckoning her closer.

Samara's eyes were drawn to a pair of stockings that practically glowed against the dark wood of a dresser. They were the most delicate shade of lavender, bordered with the faintest silver thread. She'd never seen anything so beautiful in her life. She reached out tentatively, feeling the soft silk between her fingers. It was like touching a cloud, a sensation she'd never experienced before.

"Go on," a voice said, startling her. She whirled around, heart pounding. There was no one there. But the voice seemed to come from somewhere nearby. "Try them on," it whispered. "You know you want to."

Curiosity getting the better of her, Samara found herself reaching out to touch the stockings once more. This time, she took them off the dresser and held them up to her face, inhaling their delicate lavender scent. She kicked her sneakers off then slid her jeans off. She was in a trance, mesmerized by the silky texture of the stockings as she rolled them up her legs, feeling them caress her skin. When she reached her upper thigh, she paused, taking a deep breath and steeling herself.

"It feels good doesn’t it?” the voice encouraged. "Put on the dress and necklace too." Samara felt so good obeying the voice. The stockings made her legs look amazing. She quickly took her shirt off and slipped the dress on. She felt the soft material on her body as it hugged every curve. She didn’t know how good she could look. “Yes, doesn’t it feel good?” the voice purred. Makeup appeared on her face as her hair glowed. The stockings were improving her as she felt her breasts perk up. The flat ass that she once knew became a tight round peach that hugged her dress. Her fingernails and toenails received polish. Gone was the extreme sports tomboy. She now looked an influencer princess. She took the necklace and put it on, feeling the cool metal against her warm skin. She felt a shock reverberate through her body as she collapsed to the floor.

Her eyes fluttered as she licked her lips. “Mmm that felt so good.” She moaned as she sat up. She looked at herself in the mirror and gasped. The dress was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. It hugged her curves in all the right places, making her look like a goddess. The stockings only added to the effect, making her legs look impossibly long and delicate. She found a pair of silver heels that made the outfit look perfect.

As she walked around the room, she felt a new sense of confidence and sensuality flow through her. The voice had been right. She did feel good. Better than good. She felt powerful and desirable. She couldn't help but wonder who or what was behind the voice. It seemed to know exactly what she wanted and needed.

Samara now understood why her aunt was rich and powerful. The clarity she received made her smile as she was ready to go out and conquer.

“Beauty is power.”

[beautification-tales]

The Countess

A Beautification Fairy Tale

“Bring in the servant girl!” Queen Lucia said to her guards. Within moments, a young girl was ushered into the throne room. She trembled as she bowed before the queen. She was dressed in dusty garments that exposed her low station. Queen Lucia stood up off her throne to examine her. The servant girl's eyes darted around the room, taking in the opulent tapestries, the gleaming gold and jeweled statues, and the imposing guards who stood at attention all around them.

“Are you an orphan, girl?” the queen asked gently. The servant girl nodded, wiping a tear from her eye. Queen Lucia smiled warmly. "And your current master is cruel, is he not?” The servant girl nodded again, her lower lip quivering. "Well, then," the queen continued, "I give you a choice. You can return to your sad life or you can become my servant.”

“M..my queen, I do not understand. Do you wish for me to become one of your ladies?” The servant girl stammered, her eyes wide with hope. Queen Lucia smiled coldly and laughed. “Oh no! You sweet naive little thing.” The Queen grabbed the girl’s chin and examined her. “I was once a wide eyed girl like you. Hoping for a man to take me away from my mundane existence for a happy ending.” Lucia let go of the girl and wiped the dirt and sweat on towel. She turned and looked at the girl. “No, we must learn to take what we want. So choose!”

The plain girl looked down and thought. Queen Lucia’s yellow eyes glowed as her red lips curled into a smile. The servant girl hesitated for a moment before she raised her head, meeting the queen's gaze. "I-I would like to serve you, my queen," she stammered.

“Excellent! Prince George from the highlands will be visiting the land to court me. You will seduce him and make him marry you.”The girl looked at Queen Lucia’s face and only saw a serious demeanor. “My queen… surely you jest! I’m not nobility. I’ve lived in the streets my whole life.” Queen Lucia raised her hand and closed her eyes. “Enough! …. What is your name?” She asked, almost sighing.

“M.. Millie my queen.” The servant girl, Millie, said, bowing her head. “I don’t need an advisor Millie. I’m quite aware of your station and your lack… of hmmm” Lucia grinned looking down at Millie’s unimpressive bust. “One thing I learned from my sister. As worthless as she was , one thing she did teach me is with the right weapons. You can do…so much.” The queen placed her hands under her large bust and cupped them.

“Leave us!” The Queen shouted as all the guards exited the throne room. She motioned for Millie to follow her over to a large mirror. The servant girl's eyes widened as she saw her own reflection for the first time in years. She had messy brown hair, a crooked nose and dirty crooked teeth. Her clothing was drab and dirty. She was a complete contrast to Queen Lucia’s amazing beauty and confident stature.

Lucia began to recite words that Millie did not understand. She could hear thunder and lightning crash outside as wind shook the castle. The queen’s eyes glowed as she continued to recite her spell. Millie looked deep into the mirror and saw a man inside. She closed her eyes in disbelief and opened them. She saw that her teeth were white and straight. She ran her tongue over them in awe as she noticed her nose straightened and shrink. Millie’s cheekbones raised and her eyes grew larger and more alluring. Her hair seemed to shine like gold as it flowed replacing the dirt brown that it was before.

“You’ve made me beautiful!” Millie gasped and grabbed her throat. The voice she heard was not her own. It was melodic as if she could sing. It was then that she felt a tightness in her chest. She felt the tightness increase her clothing ripped in front. Her breasts! They had grown to the size of Queen Lucia's. Round and firm, they were now glorious and a major temptation to touch. The servant girl looked at herself in awe and wonder, barely able to believe the transformation that had taken place.

She felt herself giggle as she felt a tickle in her posterior. She turned around and watched her buttocks rise as if it could be a shelf for a goblet to rest upon. Millie overcome with excitement began to touch her new developments. “My Queen! I’m , I’m… I’m…” Queen Lucia smiled and said. “Hmmm you’re perfect. Too bad you have to pay the price for such power.”

“Wait.. what price my… aaah.” Millie grasped at her chest as she felt a sharp pain in her heart. It felt as if someone was stabbing her in the heart. Dark thoughts flooded Millie’s mind as her naïveté vanished. Millie could feel the hands of Lucia grab at her large breasts. Lucia whispered in Millie’s ear.”Don’t fight it. Let it flow into you and give you what you need.”

Millie licked her lips as a soft moan followed. Lucia hands felt amazing on her new sensitive bosom. The skill of seduction and pleasing men… and woman were now in her mind. Millie now understoood her queen’s plans and her new station.

“Ooh My queen. I will serve you but I must ask… why not seduce George yourself and take his riches?” Millie asked innocently, her voice still holding a hint of the old servant girl.

“Because, I need to remain single for King Richard. Plus I need rulers I can trust in every kingdom if I am to be empress. It also makes me wet turning Good girls bad.”

“It does feel good my queen. It feels like …”

“Power!” Queen Lucia answered Millie.

The guards entered the room. “My queen forgive our interruption but Prince George is here!”

“Excellent, tell him to enter!” Queen Lucia gave a gesture as if to shoo away the guards. Lucia climbed the steps and sat upon her throne. She waved her hand and recited a word and in a flash Millie was in a glorious gown.

Prince George entered the chamber and went to one knee. He was dressed in his most regal garments as he held his sword handle. “Queen Lucia, fairest in the land. I come so that I may see if I am worthy of your hand!”

“You are not!” Queen Lucia laughed. Her voice was like sweet music, enchanting and captivating. Prince George looked up at her, his heart already lost. She continued, "But you are indeed most handsome and noble, George. It pleases me to see you here, in my court. You have proven yourself worthy of my attention." She motioned for him to rise, and he did so, his face flushed with pleasure.

“Have you met my Lady in waiting Countess Millie?”

[beautification-tales]

Posting because my Queen commanded me @misseviehyde

HELL HEELS

Olivia Pryce sighed as she tiredly rubbed her eyes and checked her schedule. She was as busy and as overworked as always - and yet despite her many opportunites and efforts, her success rate was far below what it should be.

Despite years of experience, she felt old, tired and defeated by the challenges of life. She ached and hungered for more. There was a dark, jealous, wicked part of her that burned with envy for what other people had. She tried to keep her dark side (which she thought of as Livia) under control, but sometimes it would sneak out.

Olivia was a realtor, selling expensive houses to exclusive clients. She'd been doing it for years and she could claim a commission for every house she flipped, yet she was beginning to lose ground to her competitors. Her boss had told her that if she didn't make some big sales this month, she was going to be fired.

Olivia needed this job. She needed to be successful. These thoughts were foremost in her mind as she walked past a shoe shop and saw a pair of sexy Louboutins in the window. They called out to her at once. A pair of sexy heels, the kind of heels a powerful, dominant woman would wear. She imagined herself in shoes like that and her heart throbbed with a dark thrill.

Olivia stared and lusted at the heels. She needed them. She needed them NOW! There was something strange about the shoes, other shoppers walking by were barely glancing at them. It was like the heels were calling out to HER. Demanding she buy them.

Olivia glanced at the price tag. They were nearly a whole months pay and she was already behind on the rent... but... she HAD to have those shoes.

Walking into the shop she quickly made her purchase and excitedly emerged holding her prize. Hailing a cab, she demanded it take her to her next property. She would be there early... perfect.

Once at the apartment, Olivia let herself in and ran upstairs to the bedroom. Sitting on the bed, she tore off her boring flat shoes and opened the shoe box containing her new heels.

She lovingly stroked them. They felt amazing, so expensive and luxurious. The stiletto heels were long and wicked, the soles a delicious bright red. They were black and shiny, yet there was something about them that almost suggested they could be whatever their wearer needed them to be.

Shivering with delight, Olivia slid her foot into a heel. It was almost sexual. As her sole made contact she actually groaned and she wiggled her toes in delight. Picking up the other heel, she effortlessly slid that on as well. Her feet felt so good. SHE felt so good.

The heels on her feet hungered to taste their wearers soul and Olivia's eyes widened as she felt a delicious connection with the heels being created. She and the heels were one now - her soul was being bonded to them. These were no ordinary heels, she was no longer an ordinary woman.

"Ohhhh fuckkkk what's happening?" she moaned as her body burned with dark desire. Her soul was flowing into the heels, they were becoming as much a part of her as her flesh was. But the heels were also changing her.

Olivia felt the weakness that had plagued her all her life burning away and she laughed in delight. "Fuck yes, transform me... make me worthy to wear you," she hissed. She threw back her head and moaned in pleasure as her sagging tits pushed up and out. Her modest business suit melded and tightened into a tight black leather pencil skirt and a jet black halter top. Her hair whipped up into a bitchy pony tail and cruel lips curved into a dominant smile as sharp nails shot out from every finger.

Olivia's soul was being corrupted. Her goodness and kindness burned away. The dark part of her that had always watched from the shadows was taking control. She was becoming Livia the evil bitch.

Livia moaned as her tight pussy throbbed and her nipples ached with desire. She screamed and gasped in pleasure, loving the feeling of her new improved body and squeezing her breasts as she orgasmed.

"I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, I'M A BITCHHHHHH!" she screamed as she creamed her panties and her corruption and transformation into something better than human was completed.

"Mmmmmh, ohhh yes, that's soooo much better," purred Livia as she let go of the old her and laughed as she became the evil bitch she had always been destined to be. The heels on her feet now contained her soul, this body was now just a shell. She and the shoes were intimately bonded as one. She hungered and ached to corrupt and destroy more souls now.

Clopping over to the mirror, Livia smiled at how perfect she now was. Freed of the petty concerns of morality, she could do whatever she wanted. Becoming the greatest realtor this city had ever seen would now be easy to her.

"Time to sell some houses," she purred.

***

SIX MONTHS LATER

Kate slid her hand into her husband Colin's and felt him give her a reassuring squeeze. The two of them had been married for nearly 20 years, although Kate had been young when they'd met (high school sweet hearts) so she was only just coming up to forty now.

The two of them knew each others moods well. Kate had been wanting her rich and successful husband to buy a bigger place for years now, but he had resisted. She had used gentle persuasion to at last convince him to at least take a look.

Their realtor Livia was said to be the best in the business. Kate wasn't so sure. She felt intimidated by the confident and beautiful Livia and there was something hungry and predatory about the other woman.

And this house! It was nearly twice what she had asked for. Sure, they could probably JUST afford it, but only by asking Colin to sacrifice nearly everything he wanted to put her up in this kind of luxury. She couldn't ask her kind-hearted husband to do that. He'd have to cancel his membership of the golf-club, sell his expensive cars - just so she could have a dream house.

She didn't understand why Livia would start by trying to sell them this place.

"Colin - why don't you go check out the garden," smiled Livia. "I just want to show your wife one of the features upstairs quickly. Come on Kate, this is kind of one just for the girls. Trust me."

Colin wandered out into the garden and Livia led Kate to the top of the house into one of the bedrooms. "Listen hunny, I'm sorry to trick you - but I wanted to get you away from him. I can see you really want this house, but he doesn't want you to get it right? I hate a controlling husband, I feel women should always be in control right?"

"Wh...what?" muttered Kate. She hadn't expected this at all, yet as Livia took her hand a strange numbness and desire to please the other woman took hold.

"I... I guess he has talked about wanting to be modest, but it's not like I love this house that much."

"Sure you do, you want this house. You want it more than you've ever wanted anything, and you'll do anything to get it."

Kate found herself nodding and suddenly... suddenly she realised she DID want this house. A hunger rose in her, she needed this place and she had to find a way to make Colin agree.

"Y...yes. You're right Livia. I do WANT it. I NEED it," she panted breathing heavily.

"Don't worry hunny, I'll help you. You know your problem Kate is that he doesn't take you seriously as you're so short and unassuming. Now if you had a pair of heels like mine on - then Colin would do whatever you wanted. Trust me. Wanna try mine on?"

Kate hesitated. This felt weird. She watched hypnotically as Livia slid off her expensive Louboutin's. They looked nice... they looked really hot. She imagined herself wearing them. She WANTED the shoes.

"Yessssss," she hissed, nearly drooling as she kicked off her own shoes and slid her feet into the heels. It was almost orgasmic to wear them.

They fit perfectly, they fit so nicely. They felt goooooood. Kate could feel her willpower being drained. The heels were taking control.

Meanwhile with a groan Livia began to transform into red smoke. Her body simply evaporated into mist. Kate convulsed and moaned as Livia flowed around her body and sank into her mouth. taking control, possessing her.

Livia smiled and moaned. "Yessss, doesn't it feel so good to wear my shoes, to be like me? Soon you will be. Don't fight it. Don't fight ME."

Kate shook and her mouth dropped open as she moaned in pleasure.

"N...noooo," she moaned trying to fight, but it was no use. She gulped and gasped greedily sucking Livia's soul inside as the heels tightened possessively on her feet.

"Yesssss, your body is mine now bitch," purred a voice in her head. "You are becoming me. Don't try to fight it."

Kate felt pleasure and lust rise within her. Her white dress turned red and grew shorter as her blonde hair grew thicker and more wanton. Wicked red lips curved into a smile as her breasts grew two cup-sizes and white nails shot from her fingers.

Livia's soul corrupted and merged with Kate's, the other woman was just a passenger in her own mind now. The stronger more powerful bitch was in control.

It felt good to be Livia - to have the evil soul of the realtor inside her. It promised her so many things and she was too weak to fight it. Kate let go and felt Livia settle into her body.

"Mmmmh as me you will have EVERYTHING you wanted. Your body is mine to use, I'm going to fuck your husband and enslave him."

Kate was an evil bitch now and it felt good. She was Livia.

"Mmmmh, this body feels nice," grinned the new Kate as she stood up and admired herself in her new body. "Mmmmmh your memories and knowledge are delicious too. So much wasted potential. Your husband has far too much control, but we'll deal with that. You ARE buying this house."

Clopping over to the stairs with a dominant strut, Livia made her way down and grinned as she met Colin on the stair-well.

"Babe, where have you been? Where's that realtor... w..wow, you look amazing. Were you wearing that earlier?" he gasped in shock.

"Of course I was sweetie, you're SO unobservent," pouted Livia using Kate's mouth. "I've been talking to the realtor and I think I've bargained her down a little. I really want this house. I need it. You're going to buy it for me."

Colin gulped.

"I... you know we can't afford it, you said we were just looking,"

"Shhhhh," purred Livia as she pushed her husband up against a wall and slid her leg next to him. "Having money and nice things makes me HORNY. You haven't spoiled me for so long and I want this house so much. If you give me what I want, I'll be such a fucking slut for you... Daddy."

Colin groaned as his wife's hand went to his crotch and she began to unzip his fly.

"Wh...what are you doing?" he groaned as she slid his cock out and began to pump it.

"Showing you what a horny bitch your wife will be if you give her what she wants, what she needs. I want to hear you tell me you're going to buy this house as you cum inside me."

"But what about the realtor?" he groaned as his cock got harder and harder in his sexy wife's hand.

"What about her? She's doing something upstairs and who cares if she sees. Your cock is mine and I want it... NOW."

Sliding to her knees, Livia hungrily slid her wet pink lips around Colin's dick and began to suck. She moaned and slurped, taking him deeper than she ever had before... using skills and techniques he didn't know she had.

"Ohhhh fuck, Kate... you're, ahhhh it's too good."

Livia sucked and slurped, her pretty blonde head moving forward. She loved the power and control she already had over this weakling. The heels on her feet shone red with dark light as they tasted Colin's soul.

This body was a definite improvement to her old one. Why be a realtor when she could instead be Kate, busty and blonde and rich. She could live in this house and have everything she wanted. This was her body now she WAS Kate. At least... for now.

Removing her mouth with a wet pop, Livia stood up and hiked up her dress. Sliding her g-string to one side she rubbed her shaven pussy and grabbing his cock to guide it in, she slid the length of Colin's dick slowly into her tight wet, airtight cunt.

"Ohhh fuckkkkk," he groaned, "Since when did you shave your pussy?"

"Shhhhh, shut up and fuck me," she growled, then giggled as she began to throw her ass back so his cock slid in and out of her with hot wet slaps.

"Yesss, fuck me baby... fuck me and tell me you love me."

"I... I love you," he groaned. "Oh shit, this is amazing. How did you learn to fuck like this? You're a Goddess."

"I AM a Goddess, now tell me you will give me whatever I want."

"I... ugghhh, I will give you whatever you want."

"You will buy me this house!"

"I will buy you this house."

Livia moaned and felt Colin grab her hair. He began to fuck her harder and harder, unable to control his lust.

"Yesss you slut, I'll give you everything you want - I'll treat you like a fucking Queen and spoil you rotten. Ohhh fuck, I'm gonna... ughhh, I'm gonna cum."

"YESSSS, yesss, do it you bad boy. Fill me up and give me your fucking soul," laughed Livia.

Colin shivered and groaned. He began to cum, the most powerful orgasm of his life. His new evil wife satisfied him in ways he couldn't explain. He needed to satisfy her and as part of his soul was consumed by the heels, his ability to resist his wife was removed permanently. He was now her simp and slave.

Livia moaned and laughed, loving the feeling of Colin's cum filling her up. Loving the feeling of power and control it gave her. She'd just made another successful sale, but she was going to keep this body for now. Being Kate felt good.

"Ohhh fuck babe, I'll give you everything you want. But what are we gonna tell our daughter Abbie? She's back from University this month and this is gonna hit her University trust fund hard."

Livia's lips twisted into an evil smile. "Of course, our beautiful eighteen year old daughter Abbie. How could I forget? Let's wait on buying the house until I can talk to her..."

"Whatever you want darling," smiled Colin. "You're in charge..."

***

Livia gazed lustfully through the open door of the bedroom at the sleeping figure of Abbie. The girl was beautiful, young and had so much potential.

Abbie's bare feet stuck out of the bed, her tiny dainty feet just aching to be improved with a pair of heels.

Livia's evil soul yearned for a new host. Inside Abbie she'd be a spoiled young brat with a tight pussy and the ability to bend her weak parents to her will.

Sliding the heels off her feet, Livia walked into the bedroom quietly and shut the door behind her. Colin was busy unloading the car, by the time he was done it would be too late.

"Your slutty little body is going to feel so good," laughed Livia as she gently slid a heel onto Abbie's foot. The girl moaned in her sleep, already aroused by the evil power starting to course through her body.

"That's it bitch, suck me inside you... become a fucking evil whore," laughed Livia as she slid the other heel onto Abbie's other foot.

Kate's body went rigid and Abbie's eyes shot open.

"Wh... Mom?" she gasped then she screamed in pleasure, her mouth dropping open in a groan of ecstasy.

Kate shook, red smoke billowing out of her mouth and forcing it's way into Abbie's body. The girl convulsed, moaning and gasping - sucking Livia's soul in like it was delicious.

"Mmmmmh, ohhhh fuckkkk yessss," she hissed as Livia's evil soul entwined with her body and their souls began to merge.

Kate's breasts deflated and her body returned to normal as she fell to the floor hacking and coughing. Her daughter meanwhile was stretching and moaning in glee as the power of Livia's soul supercharged her body and made her a Goddess.

Evil red nails sprang from her fingers and her tight frame cracked as she became even more feminine and slutty. Mean pink lips curved into a cruel smirk as Abbie shook back her silky soft hair and giggled like a naughty little brat.

"Nnnnooo I have to resist," gasped Abbie trying to fight.

"Your tight little body is mine now," gloated Livia in her mind. "I'm filling you up, making you a fucking bitch. You love how it feels to be bad!"

"Unnnnffff yessssss, take meeeee!' screamed Abbie as she lost control and allowed Livia to absorb her and become the new owner of her body. She felt Livia's knowledge and experience flow into her and she willingly submitted to the dominant older woman as she allowed her body to become a vessel for the more powerful bitches soul.

Livia purred as she reached down to touch Abbie's super tight pussy. This was all hers now. "Fuck yes... I'm a tight little bitch now 'Mommy.' Im going to be so evil, break so many hearts and ruin so many men. I love it."

Kate was groggily sitting up from the floor. She remembered nothing, but her corruption from Livia had left her permanently tainted. Her once kind soul was now more like Livia's - evil and twisted. She was also now totally subservient to her bratty daughter.

"Go get Daddy. Tell him you're going to buy that house you saw today for ME. You both live to serve me don't you?"

"Of course dear," smiled Kate. "And your pathetic Father will do whatever we tell him."

The new Abbie walked over to the mirror and blew herself a kiss. This body felt good and looked amazing in her heels. Giggling naughtily Livia felt her eighteen year old pussy get wet at the thought of all the frat boy cock she was gonna take.

"Being a spoiled little bitch is going to feel so good. I am Abbie now and until I find a better body to possess I'll have fun in this one."

Abbie was going to get everything she wanted and eventually she might give her shoes to another slut to wear. The heels needed to keep feeding on souls. Livia and the heels were one being now. One delicious being of pure evil.

She was the Hell Heels and the Heels were her...

THE END

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The Flight part 1

An Outbreak Story

Holly had always wondered what it felt like to be on a yacht. The white, billowing sails stretched taut against the blue sky, the sea breeze carrying the salty scent of the ocean. As she stepped onto the luxurious vessel, her eyes darted around, taking in the gleaming teak deck, the shiny fiberglass hull, and the well-appointed cabins. She couldn't help but marvel at the sheer extravagance that surrounded her.

She walked confidently on the deck ready to sunbathe her bright blue bikini hugging her curves. As she stretched out on one of the plush loungers, she felt the warmth of the sun on her skin. A cool breeze ruffled her hair, and she closed her eyes, letting the peaceful sounds of the ocean lull her into a state of relaxation. She felt a tap on her shoulder and opened her eyes. Standing before her was the yacht's owner, a handsome, middle-aged man dressed casually in khaki shorts and a polo shirt.

"Hey baby." he asked with a warm smile. "You are looking magnificent as always." Holly smiled as she arched her back looking up at him. “Babe, what did I say about wearing khaki shorts? You’re a millionaire and this is your ship. Now take them off sailor.” He chuckled and started to unbutton his shorts. She watched as they fell to the deck revealing his tan, muscular legs. He climbed onto the lounger next to her and propped himself up on one elbow.

“Did you hear the news about the outbreak?” The man asked in a woman’s voice. “Huh? What outbreak?” Holly shook her head as the man became fuzzy. She closed her eyes and opened them again. A black haired flight attendant was standing in front of her in the galley. She pulled her phone out and showed the story to Holly. Holly sighed as she realized she was no longer in her fantasy but back on her shift on the international flight. Holly held Lucy’s phone and read the article. Holly nervously bit her nails and wiped her uniform off as she read. “It says it’s airborne already.” Holly groaned. “I can’t do another Covid!” She handed the phone back to good friend Lucy.

“Yeah! But it’s like a weird disease. Some people get really sick but others….” Lucy trailed off not knowing how to explain it. “Others.. what Lucy?” Holly asked, her voice tense. “Well they change but it’s like hard to believe what I was reading.” Lucy said nervously, looking around the galley. Holly nodded, feeling a chill run down her spine. They both knew they had to focus on their jobs, but the news was hard to ignore. Holly bit her nails again before asking. “You think it might have reached Australia yet?” Holly asked as they had just left the country on their way to L.A.

Lucy shrugged, looking worried. They both knew it was only a matter of time before they found out. In the meantime, they had to go back to their duties. Holly attended to the first class passengers as she eyed the middle aged man reading from his paper. “Sir?” she said politely, trying to catch his attention. The man looked up from his screen, his blue eyes meeting hers. He smiled warmly.

“Umm, is there anything I can get you, sir? Another drink? A snack perhaps?" Holly asked, trying to catch his attention. The man shook his head, his smile never wavering. "No, thank you, Holly. I'm just catching up on some work here. You know how it is." He chuckled, and she couldn't help but smile back. "Of course, sir. I'm here if you need anything."

Holly brought the cart back to the galley as she found Lucy sitting reading from her phone. Holly wanting to distract Lucy brought up a new subject. “Hey did you see the guy in L6?” She asked, motioning to the business class section of the plane. Lucy nodded, looking up from her phone. “Yeah that’s Brent Book he owns that new tech company. Heard he was a real playboy back in the day. Not bad for his age though, huh? I wonder what he does on these flights...." Holly grinned, imagining the possibilities.

“I bet he still flies commercial because he has a thing for flight attendants.” Holly winked, her cheeks turning a shade of pink. She glanced over at the man in question, wondering what it would be like to be with someone like that. Holly was a sweet competent flight attendant but desired the life Lucy and many of her colleagues had. Holly was a bit average looking and her friends like Lucy got all the attention. Lucy was always glued to her phone because she had over 100 k followers on TikTok. Lucy would brag and show off the hundreds of DM’s she received as Holly read them with envy. Rich businessman and eligible bachelors would take her on amazing dates as Holly spent nights alone in her hotel.

“Oh yeah?” Lucy said as she got up from her bucket seat. “Let’s see if I can get his number.” Lucy adjusted her stockings and breasts as she walked into business class pretending to check on passengers. Lucy reached Brent’s seat and leaned down with a seductive look. Holly looked on with jealousy as Brent laughed and talked with Lucy.

A bell went off and it was a passenger in economy in . “Just great.” Hollly grumbled as she put on her fake smile and went to help them. As she reached the passenger she saw he was shivering and sweating at the same time. His face was pale as he rubbed his shoulders. “How can I help you?” Holly asked, her brow furrowed with concern. “Yes, I’m feeling really cold all of a sudden. Can I get a blanket?” The man asked, his voice barely a whisper. Holly nodded and went to get him a blanket from the galley. As she returned the man coughed in his hand as Holly leaned over to hand him the blanket. The man sneezed violently as fluid hit Holly’s face. “Are you ok sir? Are you feeling sick?” Holly asked, her face now inches from his. “No, so sorry about that. I am just feeling cold. Thank you for the blanket.”

Holly and Lucy exchanged stories when they met in the back again. “So he said he doesn’t go on TikTok but he has one for his company.” Lucy explained. Holly nodded, a little disappointed. Holly continued to wipe her face. “You are so lucky Lucy. You got to flirt with an almost billionaire while I was in the bathroom rinsing snot off my face. Ew I can still feel it. I think some got into my eyes.” She said, rubbing her face with a tissue.

“Yuck…. What if he’s infected?” Lucy whispered, her eyes wide with fear. “ Don’t you fucking go there Lucy!” Holly snapped, her tone harsher than she intended. They both looked at each other, Lucy heard a notification ping from her phone. “Oh my God! His company is following me now! Look!” She showed Holly her phone, Brent Book's company was now following her on TikTok. Holly couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. “Aaagh fuck your TikTok Lucy!” She yelled, throwing her hands up in the air. “Ok? Rude!” Lucy snapped back, crossing her arms. Holly went to her bucket seat as Lucy did the same. Holly began biting her nails as she read about the outbreak on her phone.

The captain's voice came over the intercom, announcing that the flight was halfway over The Pacific Ocean on target for L.A. Holly glanced at the clock, her heart racing. She couldn't shake the thought of the sick man from her mind. Lucy seemed to be oblivious to her friend's distress, busily engrossed in her phone, seeing if any celebrities slid into her DM’s. Holly felt sleepy as she felt her eyes closing.

It was two hours later that Holly woke up in a sweat. She felt her throat was dry and she was shivering uncontrollably. She glanced around and saw that Lucy was fast asleep, oblivious to her friend's distress. Holly struggled to sit up, her head throbbing with pain. As she grabbed a bottle she guzzled it all in seconds. It was then she heard a ping from business class. She forced herself to stand, her legs wobbly, and walked unsteadily to the curtain. Holly felt a bit woozy and heavy. She approached Brent who was deep in his phone. “Can I help you sir?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah Lucy, I was looking at your TikTok and…” Brent finally looked up and adjusted his glasses. “I’m so sorry you’re not Lucy.” He said, his face flushed.

“No, I can get her for you.” Holly said, her voice barely audible. She felt dizzy and her vision was starting to blur. Brent looked at her strangely. He sat up and said. “No, that’s ok but what’s your name?” Holly forced a smile. “Holly sir.” Brent gave a confused look. “Really? I could have sworn there was another flight attendant named Holly on this flight. I haven’t met you. Are you an influencer like Lucy?” Holly felt confused as he noticed Brent looked a bit uncomfortable as his hands were in his lap.

“Umm are you ok Mr. Book?” Holly asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She could feel the warmth radiating off of him, and it seemed to intensify the more she stared. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and she could see his face get red at her question. “Yes, I’m perfectly fine and please call me Brent.” He tried to keep his voice steady, but it came out a little strained.

Holly quickly glanced down at Brent’s hands and could see that he was covering a bulge. She could feel her face heat up and her heart start to race. She knew what was causing that bulge, and it made her even more nervous. "Of course, Brent. Is there anything I can get you?” she asked, trying not to stare at his pants. “Not right now but I have a feeling I might need assistance later.” He winked at her, making her blush even deeper. She quickly looked away, unable to meet his gaze.

Holly walked quickly to the galley. Lucy was still dozing away. Holly rushed into the bathroom and almost squealed at what she saw. The woman in the reflection was completely different. She was looking at this stunning blond woman in her uniform. The hair was a bit disheveled but her body was slightly bigger. She looked down and fully realized how her bust was more pronounced. She reached and cupped her right breast, feeling the weight of it. "Oh momma like," she thought with a sly smile. She noticed her nail bitten fingernails were gone replaced by red nails that matched her red lips.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She remembered Brent’s reaction at seeing her. She smiled “So this is what it’s like being hot!” she thought to herself. As she continued to explore her new curves, she noticed something else. There was a strange tingling sensation between her legs. She had never experienced anything like it before. She couldn't help but wonder what it was and if it had anything to do with what was happening to her.

Holly left the galley with a bottle of water in her hand. She made it to Brent’s seat and took the cap off the bottle. “Hey, I thought you could use some water. Oh no! I’m so sorry! I’m so clumsy!” Holly had dropped a few drops onto the crotch of Brent. He jumped a little in his seat but smiled at Holly. “It���s ok… not a big deal really. It’s not that much…” he said, trying to be polite. “No this is my fault! Let me help you clean up.” She quickly ran and got a towel as she began dabbing at Brent’s stain. “It’s ok.. I think it should …ungh.” Brent groaned as Holly knelt in the aisle and began rubbing at his crotch. Brent’s eyes widened as he looked at Holly’s sensual focused face. “Don’t worry Mr. Book. I’ll have you cleaned up in no time.” Her words were dripping with confidence. Holly laid the towel down as she continued to rub at Brent’s crotch.

She looked up at him and smiled, "Like I said. It was my fault so I need to take care of it.” Brent’s became red as he realized what was actually happening. He looked down her cleavage and licked his lips. “Oh no. I think it may have reached your boxers. Let me help you.” Holly said as she leaned over even more to get a closer look. She unbuckled his pants as Brent attempted to stop her. “Shhh, let me do my job.” She whispered, seductively. As she pulled down his boxers, Brent gasped, revealing his throbbing arousal. Holly looked up at him with a wicked grin.

She grasped his member as he shivered. He covered his mouth not wanting to wake the other passengers. Holly continued to stroke him, her grip firm and confident. She leaned closer and whispered, "I know just how to take care of this." Brent's heart raced as she increased her speed. Brent grabbed onto the sides of his seat as the pleasure was immense. “Ungh fuck!” He cried as he could feel himself close to release.

As she continued, Brent felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He tried to hold back, but it was no use. Holly could feel him twitching and knew what was coming soon. Brent erupted as almost a river of cum shot out of his cock. He completely relaxed as Holly took the towel and cleaned him. She pulled up his boxers and buckled his belt. “There we go. I’m so glad I could assist you. Remember to buckle your safety belt when the Captain turns on the light.” Brent in complete shock of what just happened nodded and smiled. He felt so relaxed that he drifted into a peaceful sleep.

Holly wanted more. She had felt something unleashed in her. She was sexy, she was powerful and she was still horny.

-To Be Continued-

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The Dukes of Hazzard The Beginning 2007

In this origin story we find a young Daisy Duke fresh out of high school. She was a bit of a nerdy good girl in school. She wants to get a job at the bar and has a crush on the owner. She puts on her famous Jean shorts and loses the glasses and becomes the legendary hottie we know today.

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The Farmer’s Daughter

A Getting Fit Tale

The sun was just beginning to rise, its pale orange light casting a warm glow over the rolling hills of Daisy's family's farm. She yawned, stretching her arms above her head, and peered out the window of her little room in the farmhouse. The air was crisp and clean, filled with the sweet smell of freshly mown grass and the earthy scent of soil turned over for the planting season. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and threw on a t shirt and overalls, her favorite old sneakers already waiting by the door.

Daisy padded downstairs, her feet sinking into the softness of the worn carpet. The smell of coffee filled her nose, and the sound of her father's voice drifted from the kitchen. "Morning, Dad," she called, pushing open the swinging door and stepping into the brightly lit room. Her father, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a weathered face and kind eyes, looked up from where he was pouring coffee into a mug.

"Morning, pumpkin," he replied with a smile. "Ready to tackle the day?" Daisy nodded, taking a mug of coffee from the counter. "You know it," she said, feeling a surge of energy from the warm liquid. "What's on the agenda today?"

“Well me and Billy will fill the barn today. I think maybe you can take it easy today.” Daisy's father said, as he took a sip of his coffee. Daisy shook her head, "No, I'm fine, Dad. I'm more than able to help." She replied, as she headed for the door. "Let me just get my jacket."

The air outside was crisp and cold, a light breeze rustling the leaves on the trees. Daisy zipped up her jacket, pulled her hat down over her ears, and made her way over to where her father and Billy were already hard at work. The two men were standing beside a large wagon, filling burlap sacks with fresh hay from a nearby field. Daisy took her place at the front of the wagon and began to pitch the hay into the sacks, her movements efficient and practiced.

After just a few minutes Daisy was already feeling fatigued. Billy noticed immediately and smiled. "You sure you're alright,Miss Daisy? You don't have to do this if you're feeling tired." He offered, pausing in his work to look at her. Daisy shook her head, not wanting to admit she was struggling. "I'm fine, really," she insisted, her voice a little less steady than usual. "I just need to catch my breath, that's all."Daisy’s Dad stopped his work and noticed Daisy’s labored breathing. “Honey, that’s enough for you today. Why don't you go inside and rest up ok?” He said, concern etched on his face. Daisy hesitated, but the exhaustion was becoming overwhelming. She nodded reluctantly and headed back to the house, her steps slower and more sluggish than before.

Daisy kicked a rock as she went up the stairs to the house. She looked back and watched Billy and her father do the work with ease. Billy’s shirt was drenched with sweat as he removed it and put his baseball cap on his head. Daisy gulped as she watched him work. They hired Billy to help work the land as her father got older. She had hoped to be the one to help but Daisy had been petite all her life. Her father also treating her like she was fragile didn’t help either.

Despite being 20 years old she felt like a child as she went back inside the house. She slumped into a chair as she struggled to catch her breath. Life had been so cruel to her. She was born prematurely as her mother passed away giving birth to her. Her father raised her single-handedly and she was always trying to repay him. She tried to be strong for him. Daisy felt like a burden as she always needed to be taken care of. So many times her weak heart caused long hospital stays and her father would stay by her bed every night. Sometimes she wished she could just be normal. She wished she was still outside helping her dad and flirting with Billy.

Her father came inside and noticed how pale she looked. He went to the kitchen and returned with a cool glass of lemonade. "Here, sweetheart, drink this and get some rest. You'll feel better soon." Daisy took the lemonade gratefully and sipped it, the cool liquid helping to ease her throat. She looked up at her father, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Dad. I tried to be strong, but I just couldn't do it today." He knelt down beside her chair and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Shh... shh... it's okay, pumpkin. You're not a machine. You don't have to be strong all the time. We'll find a way to manage, okay?" She nodded, the tears spilling over and running down her cheeks. "I love you, Dad," she whispered. "I love you too, Daisy. And remember, no matter what, I'll always be here for you."

The conversation was the straw that broke the camel’s back. She couldn’t let her father down again. She ran to her room and opened the gift box she received from her cousin. She read the note again. “Hey Cuz, this steroid changed my life. I had to share it with you. Trust me it works. Love Courtney. P.S. tell Billy I said ‘Hi’” Daisy's hands trembled as she took out the small vial of steroids. Her heart raced, but she knew she had to do it. For her father, and for herself. She hesitated for a moment, but then steeled her resolve.

She pointed the syringe at her thigh and slowly injected the steroids into her skin. It was a cold, hard prick that made her wince. Tears streamed down her face as she struggled to breathe. The steroids were supposed to make her stronger, but right now, they felt like poison coursing through her veins. She lay back on her bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling her heart pound in her chest.

The next few day Daisy jumped out of bed at the sound of the rooster. Daisy ran downstairs to make coffee for her father and Billy. She felt rejuvenated and her chest didn't hurt as much. She could breathe easier and felt stronger. She wondered if it was just a placebo effect or if the steroids were actually working. As she filled the coffee pot, she glanced out the window and saw Billy working on the field. He was shirtless, sweat glistening on his muscular frame. Daisy couldn't help but stare, her heart racing. She quickly turned away, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks.

“Good morning baby girl. You're up early today." Her father smiled at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You want some eggs or something?" He asked, motioning to the stove where a frying pan sizzled. “Dad, don’t worry I got it.” She moved gracefully around the kitchen, preparing breakfast. The energy she felt was almost intoxicating. She wondered if the steroids were really making her feel this good. She felt her heart pumping faster and faster but it didn’t ache as it usually did.

“Daisy can you tell Billy to take care of the chores solo today. I pushed myself too hard yesterday.” He rubbed his neck wincing in pain. Daisy gave her father a worried look that he understood so well. “Aw don’t look at me like that. It’s nothing to worry about. I’m… just not as young as I used to be. Plus Billy can handle it.” He looked out the window and smiled. “Boy is strong like an ox.”

Daisy went outside as her father went upstairs to rest. She knew that Billy could handle it but so much more could be done if she helped. She approached Billy as he was carrying a bale of hay and smiled shyly. "Hey Billy, I'm sorry to bother you but I just wanted to say that I'm here to help if you need it." He looked up at her, his blue eyes meeting hers. "Oh, it's okay Miss Daisy. I've got it under control." He said with a small smile, trying to reassure her.

“Well I’m helping anyway.” Daisy said as she began to assist with chores. The sun beat down on them, making the air thick with humidity. Sweat trickled down their backs as they worked side by side. They didn't speak much, but there was an understanding between them. They were both trying to help her father, in their own ways. And somehow, with Daisy's newfound energy, it felt like they were making progress.

Billy had a look of surprise as Daisy was usually exhausted and inside by now. He was hoping she didn’t push herself too hard and pass out like she had done in the past. Daisy smiled as felt amazing as her heartbeat raced, not from fatigue, but from excitement. Daisy was beginning to breathe heavily as she took a moment to watch Billy at work. He was so strong and muscular, it was hard not to stare.

Daisy felt her heart pound within her chest as she gasped for air. She put her hand on her chest as she felt her heart jumping like it would explode. It was harder for her to catch her breath as she looked at Billy. She could feel the heat spreading across her face as she felt a bit lightheaded. “No I can’t pass out again.” She thought to herself as she tried to calm down.

She felt like a passenger in her body as it was out of her control. She gasped for air as if she was having an asthma attack. Billy noticed and rushed over to Daisy. "Hey, are you alright?" He asked, concern etched on his face. Daisy nodded, but she couldn't speak as her chest still heaved for air. Billy helped her sit down on a nearby bale of hay and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Listen, I’ll go get you some water.” He said before dashing off toward the house.

Daisy didn’t know what was wrong with her. She had never felt this way before. As she sat there, trying to catch her breath. She felt her breasts push out as her labored breathing continued. She looked down as she could see they had kept increasing in size as she felt a new weight on her chest. Her t-shirt was stretching as her overalls pressed into her bigger bosom. Daisy grabbed one as electricity flowed from her breasts throughout her body.

“Ohh God!” She moaned as she felt her arms and legs grow. Daisy noticed her labored breathing was starting to sound …. Different. In a matter of moments Daisy was a taller frame with toned muscle filling out her appendages. Thick thighs dug into her Jean shorts as her fatter ass filled them out more. It all happened so quickly that Daisy didn’t know what to think. Especially when Billy came back with three bottles of water.

She looked down and gasped. She had grown several inches, her breasts were easily twice the size they were, her ass was fuller, and her thighs were massive. She couldn't believe it. Billy placed the bottles of water down on the ground, looking up at her in shock. "D-Daisy?" he stammered. She tried to speak, but no words came out. She felt a strange weight in her chest, almost like a new organ had grown there.

Daisy felt thirsty as she grabbed one bottle as it rolled to her. She twisted the cap off as she guzzled the bottle as water trickled down her chin and wetting her chest. Daisy repeated this again with another bottle as Billy looked on with his jaw to the floor.

“What happened to you? A..are you ok? Miss Daisy?” Billy stammered, struggling to find the words. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Daisy's chest had grown immensely, her once small breasts now filling out her overalls and straining against the fabric. She looked up at him with wide, concerned eyes, her face flushed from exertion and excitement.

“Billy, I feel really good” Daisy managed to say between gulps of water. Her voice was deeper and more feminine than before. Billy couldn't help but stare at her chest as she spoke, taking in the sight of her full breasts spilling out of her overalls. He swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. "Are you sure you're feeling okay? Because you look, well, different."

Daisy set the last bottle of water down and stood up, stretching her arms above her head. Her muscles rippled beneath her skin, and she felt stronger than ever before. She looked down at her body, taking in the curves that had emerged overnight. Her hips swayed as she walked toward Billy, her thighs rubbing together with each step.

“I think my heart might be in trouble. I need you to help me.” Daisy said, her voice still deeper and more feminine. Billy swallowed hard, his eyes still locked on her chest. He nodded, trying to focus on what she was saying. "Okay, what do you need me to do.” Billy said with a concerned tone.

Daisy got close to Billy and grabbed his hand and placed it on her chest. “Do I feel ok?” she asked him with a coy smile. Billy's heart raced as his hand touched her soft, warm skin. He could feel her heart beating strongly beneath her breast. It was a strange sensation, but it felt nice. “Umm yes” he stammered, looking into her deep blue eyes.

She guided his hand onto her breasts as her nipple hardened and brushed up against him. "Then you feel my heartbeat, don't you? It's so strong." She leaned closer, her breasts pressing against his chest. "I feel so alive, so… powerful.” She looked up into his eyes, her expression a mixture of wonder and desire.

Daisy grabbed onto Billy’s chest and bit her lip. “Billy, take me to the barn and fuck me.” She whispered. Her voice was husky and commanding, and it sent shivers down his spine. He could feel the heat emanating from her body, and his pants grew tighter as he became aroused. He nodded dumbly, unable to form any words as he followed her back to the barn.

Inside the dimly lit barn, they found an old haystack in a corner. Daisy kicked aside some of the hay, revealing a soft, warm surface beneath. She pushed Billy onto his back and straddled his hips, her chest heaving with anticipation. She reached down and undid his pants, freeing his erection. She undid the straps of her overalls and let her panties fall down.

With one smooth motion, she guided his cock into her pussy. It felt so good to finally feel him inside her, filling her up. She began to move her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm, grinding against him as their skin slapped together. Billy wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling the heat emanating from her body as she rode him.

Daisy leaned forward, her breasts swaying in front of Billy's face. She reached down and pinched her nipples, sending waves of pleasure through her body. "Oh god, Billy..." she moaned, her voice husky and demanding. "I need you to touch me."

Billy wrapped his hands around her hips, feeling the smooth, firm skin beneath his fingers. He pressed his thumbs into her hipbones, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. Their rhythm became faster and more urgent, as if they were both trying to reach some sort of climax. He grasped her melons as she felt another jolt of electricity pass through her body. She arched her back, her breasts spilling out of her t- shirt, and let out a moan that seemed to echo through the barn.

As they moved together, Billy could feel the muscles in her thighs and ass tighten, and he knew that she was close. He thrust harder, driving himself deeper inside her, wanting to feel the heat and the power of her orgasm. Daisy cried out, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as her body tensed and she came, her pussy clenching tightly around him.

He continued to thrust, lost in the sensation of her body moving against his, feeling her orgasm wash over him. His hips bucked wildly, and he groaned in satisfaction as he felt his own release building inside him. She reached down, took his cock in her hand, and began to stroke him in time with their movements, urging him over the edge. She knelt in front of him as Billy twitched in her hands.

“I want you to cum on these big beautiful tits Billy.” Daisy whispered into his ear, her breath hot and heavy. His thrusts became more erratic as he felt his climax approaching. She arched her back further, offering her perfect breasts to him as he reached down and grasped one, squeezing it tightly. His hips bucked wildly as he released his seed onto her breast, coating her nipple and the surrounding skin with his warm cum.

Daisy took her finger and tasted his seed. It was salty and sweet on her tongue. She looked up at Billy, their eyes locked together.

“Billy? Stacey? Are you both in here?”

Their hearts stopped as they realized her father was looking for them. Billy got dressed in a flash and met him and lead him outside.

“Trust me Mr. Culver, don’t worry about Daisy today. She is definitely working hard. Yes really! Of course she milked me… I mean the cow… the cow”

Daisy laughed as she hears Billy distract her father as she got dressed and tiptoed to the cow.

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The Aspiration

An April & Pepper story

April sat across from her professor, Dustin Brown, in a quiet coffee shop. The aroma of freshly ground beans filled the air, and the chatter of patrons blended into a soft hum in the background. Dustin, his brown hair neatly combed over, leaned forward in his chair, his elbows resting on the table. He fixed April with his piercing blue eyes, as if he could see straight through her. There was a certain intensity about him that made her feel both uncomfortable and strangely at ease.

“I have to thank you Dr. Brown. The equations you helped me with saved me weeks of trial an error.” April took a sip of her coffee, feeling the warmth spread through her chest. The coffee was rich and full-bodied, just the way she liked it. She glanced around the coffee shop again, admiring the tasteful decor. The wooden tables and comfortable chairs made it easy to lose track of time, and she found herself wishing she could stay here all day, just talking to Dustin.

“Of course April, your work is astounding. As far fetched as it is.” He chuckled as he reached out and touched her arm. “You know we aren’t in the classroom. You can call me Dustin.” He smiled, and the warmth in his eyes made her feel as if she could trust him with her deepest secrets. She blushed but pulled her arm back. “I…I don’t know if I can. I’m so used to saying Dr. Brown, Dr. Brown. Paging Dr. Brown.” She laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah … ok.” Dustin replied puzzled. He leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and took a sip of his coffee. He seemed lost in thought for a moment. Then, suddenly, he sat up straight again, and his eyes locked onto April's. There was an intensity in his gaze that made her feel uncomfortable.

"You know, April, your work is truly impressive. I've been meaning to ask you something for a while now." He paused, took another sip of coffee, and then continued. "Do you really think transformation is possible?" His eyes bored into hers, searching for an answer, as if he were probing into her very soul.

April felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew exactly what he was talking about. It wasn't just about the caterpillar turning into a butterfly or a tadpole becoming a frog. He was referring to the concept of metamorphosis in biochemistry, the idea that organisms could undergo radical changes in their biochemical composition and functions, altering their very nature.

“Well… no , it’s all theoretical. I mean my work may be able to regrow an arm but ..complete transformation it’s just a pipe dream now.” April gulped as she lied. She wasn’t ready to tell him her secret. Especially since she had no way of controlling…..the results.

Dustin leaned back in his chair, a knowing smile creeping across his lips. "Oh? And why is that, April?" He asked gently, his tone almost mocking. "I find it fascinating that you would dismiss the possibility outright. There is something in your eyes, something that tells me you believe it's possible. Perhaps even more so than I do."

April felt blood rush to her cheeks as she tried to hide her thoughts. “No…I… I just sometimes think about being a better me. Someone who isn’t afraid to take what she wants in life. I guess that’s what you’re seeing.” She took another sip of coffee, hoping to steady her nerves.

“What do you want April?” Dustin asked softly. His piercing gaze seemed to bore into her soul. She couldn't help but squirm under his scrutiny. “I want to graduate and become a Nobel Peace Prize winner.” She answered automatically, the words tumbling out of her mouth before she could really think about them.

“That’s not it. What is it that you really want. What you’re afraid to take?” Dustin asked softly. His voice was gentle, almost soothing, but April could feel the steel beneath it. “I…I want.” April’s voice shook as she was close to confessing a secret. “I want you… to be a coauthor with my published work!” She blurted out, the words tumbling from her lips.

Dustin looked at April with a serious glare before smiling and laughing. “Oh April when will you stop treating me like a naive boy that only knows about science.” Dustin looked at his watch. “Hmm saved by the bell. I have to get to my lecture.” He leaned forward and touched April’s arm again. “I’m here to teach you so much. All you have to do is ask. “ He said softly. April squirmed as she felt warm all over her body.

She nodded and smiled weakly. He stood up, stretched, and walked to the exit. As he left, he turned back to her and smiled as she watched him leave. April gulped down the rest of her coffee as she raced home thinking about Dustin’s words.

“He wants to fuck you.” A voice in her head said. She shook her head trying to silence the voice. “What do you want April?” The voice echoed in her mind once again. April shook her head more violently as she let out a tortured scream. She raced to her refrigerator and saw the vials marked PPR. “That’s it. You know you want to be free. Stop being afraid and take what you want.” April wanted to take the serum as her body ached to feel it. She was hesitant as even though it felt so good to inject. The high only lasted moments until she blacked out. She would wake up in her bed as if she was living another life.

April took one vial out as she opened a kitchen drawer to take her syringe. The anticipation of the rush made her heart race. She injected the PPR into her arm, feeling the heat spread through her veins as it coursed through her body. With a sigh of relief, she collapsed onto the floor. The pleasure flooded her body as felt loopy as if in a trance.

“I knew you couldn’t resist. Let me out now. Let me take what you want.” The voice played in April’s mind as she groaned. April began to feel hot as she instinctively took her shirt off and unbuttoned her jeans. April’s vision became blurry behind her glasses as her brown curly hair straightened and slowly turned platinum. As April rubbed her neck she felt her other arm caressing her body. She gasped as her skin felt so sensitive. April’s eyes fluttered as she began touching her wet folds with her fingers. Her body reacted and grew as her stick arms and legs filled out and toned. Her waist got slimmer as her hips got curvier. She giggled as she felt her ass fill out and she increased speed in pleasing her body. The sound of her clothes stretching along with the wet sounds of her fingers in motion filled her apartment. “That’s it let it go. It’s time to be bad.” The voice said as April smiled she moaned in agreement with the voice. She opened her mouth as her teeth straightened and her voice box shifted giving her a sultry tone. April’s face changed as her eye color changed and her cheekbones raised and her nose shrunk.

Images of Dustin entered her mind. He was sitting at the coffee shop but this time she took what she wanted. “What do you want?” Dustin said in her fantasy. April’s moans got louder as her breasts budded in her chest. They blossomed into a bountiful bosom as her other hand grabbed them and teased her hard nipples. “Ungh ! Fuck ! I want… I want…” April fought to say it out loud. “Say it and let me out baby!” Her internal voice said. “I want to fuck! You! I want your cock so bad Dustin.” The fantasy evaporated as Pepper awoke on the kitchen floor. Pepper’s body shook feeling the after effects of April’s orgasm.

Pepper slowly took off April’s glasses as she took her other hand and sucked her fingers. “Mmmmm, good job April!” She looked at the wall clock and the time. “Oooh with time to spare too.”

Pepper disrobed from April’s tight clothing and went into April’s closet. She lifted the dirty clothes bin and found the brown box that she left there. She opened it to find her clothes. She pulled the blue stockings over her graceful legs and attached the garters. The white shirt and short tie drew attention to her bosom as the short skirt gave a good view of her tight bottom. A naughty student was such a fitting look for her.

Pepper walked into the Biochemistry lecture as it was coming to a close. All the students looked at her as she walked down the auditorium steps to sit at one of the open seats in the front. She sat down seductively as she crossed her legs and sucked on her pen. Dustin lost his train of thought as he cleared his throat upon seeing her. Pepper smiled and sucked her pen even more suggestively.

20 minutes later

Pepper was on her knees sucking Dustin right in the auditorium. “Ungh, you know you’re going to get me fired right? You couldn’t meet me at my office?” Pepper moaned a no as she sucked on Dustin’s erect member vigorously. Dustin held her hair as he looked down and rested his butt on the lecture table.

Pepper stopped sucking as she stroked him with both hands. She looked up and asked. “Tell me how you misbehaved today baby. Tell me why you’re such a bad bad teacher.” Pepper went back to sucking focusing on the tip and head. Dustin’s head went back as he told her what she wanted to hear.

“Remember April? The student who has a huge crush on me? I tried to seduce her today …Ohhh baby!” Dustin cried out as Pepper cupped his balls and gobbled his entire length in her throat.

Pepper stopped sucking. “Did you fuck her?” She asked with a glimmer in her eye. Dustin shook his head. “I think she’s a goody two shoes and a bit of a prude. It’s probably easier to bed one of the sorority sluts who want an A.” He finished with a chuckle. Pepper gave him a disapproving look.

Pepper resumed stroking his member with a strong grip. “You will seduce April. I want you to corrupt her. It gets me so wet. Thinking of you grabbing her mousy brown hair as you fuck the prude out of her…. It makes me wild!” Pepper resumed tasting Dustin with speed and precision as her tongue swirled. Dustin felt the pressure building inside. He was about to explode.

“Yeah, I’ll do it. I’ll …” Dustin moaned as Pepper worked him expertly. She let him finish and swallowed every last drop. She leaned up and kissed him deeply. When she pulled away, she whispered in his ear. “Good boy, now we can go to your office because I need a spanking.” Dustin laughed but also thought to himself “Did I tell her April’s hair color?”

A few hours later

Pepper sat in April’s apartment looking at the computer screen. Pepper looked at the green light under the webcam.

“Hey April, I’m Pepper. I have a lot to tell you.”

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I was going to post a story today until I saw all the amazing stories from @misseviehyde ….. It’s like Christmas in April

THE PASSENGER

Nervously biting her lip, Donna looked around the fetish store she had accidentally wandered into and desperately looked for the exit.

She didn't know what had drawn her into Evie's Emporium in the first place, but now she was inside she could see it wasn't her kind of shop at all. The small and mousy young woman blushed bright red as she walked past a rack of sex toys. She was famously insecure and easily embarrassed, so this shop was her idea of Hell.

She needed a dress to wear tonight for dinner with her boyfriends boss, but none of the tight latex and fetish outfits she could see hanging from racks would do. Everything in here looked like something some sort of super confident slut might wear, not her style at all.

Donna was tiny, flatchested and average looking. She had a very submissive personality - in fact her friends all mocked her for being such a pushover. They called her 'The Passenger' because she'd pretty much just go along with what anyone else wanted.

As she headed towards the exit she passed a rack with a naughty pink latex dress hanging from it. It was clearly designed for a tall, busty, dominating sort of woman. Donna's hands made contact with the material as she passed.

*ZAP*

Donna stopped. She urged her body to move, to keep walking, but to her horror it didn't seem to be responding to her commands. Instead her body was now moving by itself, like someone else was in control.

She felt herself pick up the latex dress and her body language instantly change. Her back straightened, her stride became more confident and unabashed. She felt herself walk over to the counter and buy the latex dress from the smirking blonde woman on the counter.

"You can get changed in the back if you want babe."

Donna walked to the dressing room at the back of the store. Keeping one hand on the dress, she struggled out of her clothing - even stripping off her underwear - then she began to clamber into the tight, stretchy pink latex.

"Ohhhh fuckkkk yesssss," she heard herself moan as her body throbbed with erotic energy. Donna's flat chest itched as she yanked the straps of the dress over her shoulders.

"Mmmmmmmh, bigger... yesssss, make them bigger," she heard herself say as her chest exploded with pleasure. With a delicious sensation of power and confidence, Donna felt her breasts grow. They swelled up, big firm and round on her chest - growing from A cups to DD's in a matter of seconds.

Her pale skin tanned to a healthy rosy glow and with a stretching sucking sound, the latex dress tightened deliciously around her body as her flat ass pushed out into a big round booty and she grew nearly six inches in height.

She was now an Amazoness and she looked almost unrecognisible as she shook her normally tightly bound hair loose and it fell into elegantly styled mane all the way down her back.

"Mmmmh, that's SO much better. I feel like a brand, new, bitch..."

Donna adjusted her dress, enjoying her new tits yet still not in control of her body. She was just a passenger in her own head. She felt herself apply more makeup and saw she now had long sexy pink acrylic nails the same colour as her dress. Her sensible flat shoes had transformed into six inch pink heels and with a clop, she turned on her stiletto's and easily walked out of the store with a strut.

****

Donna desperately tried to fight for control of her body, but it simply wouldn't obey her. Somehow, touching the dress had made her lose control to some alternative version of herself.

In her car, Donna hiked up her dress. She wasn't surprised to see her pussy was now completely waxed smooth and a pink princess butt plug the same colour as her dress now twinkled in her perfect ass.

"Fuck yessss," she hissed rubbing her clit and touching her breasts as she began to masturbate in the car-park. Reaching into her hand-bag, Donna found a small bullet vibrator and switching it to maximum, slid it into her pussy.

Then, with a wicked smile she pulled her dress down and already cumming, pushed the accelerator down and drove away.

In her own mind Donna screamed and drooled as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her body and she orgasmed harder than she had in years...

***

The restaurant was busy and all eyes were magnetically drawn to Donna as she strode through to the table. She had bought a fur coat to wear over her sexy dress and expensive gold and diamond jewellery now hung round her pretty neck and on her slender wrists.

She looked amazing and her boyfriend George's mouth dropped open as his boss Damien stood up with a grin and kissed her hand.

"George, you never told me your girlfriend was so beautiful. She's... not... how you described her."

"D...Donna... h... how?" stammered George.

Ignoring him, Donna felt her body sit at the table and lean forward so her massive breasts were now prominently displayed. "I'd like Champagne to begin with baby, then I think the Lobster."

"B...but babe, they're the most expensive things on the menu."

"Exactly," purred Donna as she leant forward to give Damian a better view of her tits.

This was going to be fun.

***

The ladies bathroom was quiet except for the sucking sound coming from the stalls.

Damian groaned as Donna knelt before him, his big dick in her mouth. She sucked and slurped, her head moving back and forth as she used her slutty hands to massage his balls and the shaft of his cock.

In her head Donna felt shame, but also excitement. She should be appalled at betraying her lovely boyfriend, yet somehow even as a passenger she was loving every minute of this. Cucking her boyfriend was kind of hot, especially now she was such a hot bitch.

"Ohhhh fuck, George is gonna realise what we're up to if we're gone much longer..." gasped Damian.

"Mmmmh, fuck that loser," giggled Donna as she looked up at her new lover with glee. "He doesn't deserve me anyway. Let's sneak out of the back and go to a hotel. I wanna see what this cock can really do..."

Damian grinned and helped her up. "Fuck yessss."

***

Switching off her phone to ignore the increasingly desperate calls from George, Donna tossed it onto the floor and resumed her sucking.

Damian lay on the hotel bed, his huge cock now fully engorged as she sucked and slurped the length. Donna could feel her body moving by itself, she had never been this confident at sex, but now she was a Goddess.

"Are you ready baby?" she purred stradling him. Her dress was pulled down to reveal her massive tits and hiked up so her tight pussy was visible. Hovering over Damian's cock, she slowly lowered herself down and used her hands to guide Damian's big cock inside herself.

"FUCKKKKKK," she moaned happily. "You're so much bigger than that loser."

Grinding her hips and moaning, her big tits bouncing like a pornstar - Donna began to ride her lover. She had never felt so alive...

***

Donna opened her eyes and groaned. She lifted a hand to her face and then gasped. Her hand... it was obeying her.

Leaping to her feet, she looked around. She was in a hotel room. In the bed next to her lay Damian snoring and exhausted. The pink latex dress lay discarded on the floor. Her last memories had been of Damian tearing it off her body as he urgently thrust inside her and they both climaxed and passed out.

She looked down. Tiny tits, pale skin, normal body.

Oh God - what had she done?

Trembling she walked to the mirror and examined herself. No - she was definitely back to normal. The dress, it had turned her into a monster. A passenger in her own head. She had done such evil, slutty, bitchy things.

Mmmmmh and it had felt so fucking good.

Donna felt weak and unconfident. She was in control of her body again, but she realised how disapointing that was. She had enjoyed being strong, dominant and confident. She had enjoyed looking out through her own eyes whilst a more confident version of herself was in control.

She looked over at Damian. George was going to kill her. Their relationship was probably over. How was she going to handle this? She didn't know how.

Her eyes fell onto the pink dress.

Her pink dress...

***

Striding out of the hotel, an uncaring bitchy look on her face - Donna finished tying her sexy hair into a tight ponytail as she smoothed down her latex dress and revelled in the feeling of her powerful busty body.

Behind her eyes, Donna felt so happy. Her body knew exactly what it wanted and what to do. She would never need to think again, only enjoy the sensations of being a dominant bitch.

She was just the Passenger now and she fucking loved it.

THE END

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The Reprisal

A Late Bloomer story

The first thing Ruby noticed as she stepped into Stacey's dorm room was the overwhelming scent of cheap sex and the hypnotic rhythm of Doja Cat's voice. It was as if the entire room was pulsing to the beat, each item on the messy desk and the threadbare carpet seeming to sway in time with the music. Stacey lay on the bed, naked with a thin layer of sweat on her skin, her body arching and twisting as she grinded against the unfamiliar man. His hands gripped her hips possessively, his gaze fixed on some distant point on the wall as he thrust into her, their rhythm creating a symphony of moans and gasps that filled the air. Ruby hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should interrupt this intimate scene or quietly slip out of the room.

“Bitch I’m a cow” Doja Cat’s lyrics echoed through the room, and Stacey threw her head back with a moan. Ruby took a step forward, feeling an odd mix of jealousy and fascination wash over her. The man looked over at her briefly, his expression a mix of surprise and amusement, before returning his focus to Stacey. Ruby licked her lips nervously and moved closer to the bed, feeling an urge to join in on the sensual display. Stacey smiled up at her, a wicked gleam in her eye, and motioned for her to sit on the chair across the room. “Aww Ruby! You’re… right on time. Just give me a minute.” Stacey moaned, her hips moving faster against the man.

“Say it my pet! Say it so she can hear you!” Stacey encouraged her partner, she grunted with authority. The man grinned and leaned up to speak. "My body belongs to you. You are my mistress." he groaned. Ruby's heart raced as she watched the two of them together. “Mmm yes! Oh fuck yes! you may cum!” Stacey shouted, and the man thrust deep one last time, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he released himself inside her. The room fell quiet for a moment, the only sound was the heavy breathing of the three people occupying it as the song ended. Then, with a satisfied smile, Stacey turned to Ruby and said, “Do you believe me now?”

Stacey smiled up at her, a wicked gleam in her eye, and slid off the man while putting on her lacey black panties and bra. “Don’t worry about him. He will be knocked out for a couple of hours or until I need him again. I’m always hungry.” Stacey giggled as she sat down on the other chair in the room.The sound of the song’s beat began to replay. “Siri, stop playing. Sorry I love that song, it gets me sooo wet.” Ruby felt a little bit overwhelmed by everything that had just happened.

“What were we talking about? Oh yeah! Do you believe me now?” Stacey asked, her voice soft and teasing. Ruby hesitated, trying to find the right words. She had met Stacey about a week ago and found her unbelievably gorgeous. She didn’t believe when she said she was bullied by Peter and his friends. She even laughed out loud when Stacey said she got her revenge by transforming into a succubus. However, now seeing the hunk collapsed in Stacey’s bed she had to admit there may be some truth to her power.

Ruby swallowed as she finally spoke up. “Ok, say you are a succubus and you got your revenge on Peter. Why tell me this? What do you want from me?” Stacey still smiling crossed her legs. “Because Ruby… revenge turns me on so much. I want you to have yours and I want to watch.”

“But Peter’s expelled and his friends have left me alone since then.” Ruby protested. Stacey waved her hand dismissively. “It’s not enough! I want more! Plus I remember what Peter had Mark do to you. I was there Ruby. He doesn’t deserve to be let off the hook.” Her voice took on a seductive edge as she leaned forward in her chair, her breasts nearly spilling out of her bra. “I also made a deal for this power. I have to share it with someone deserving. Someone who should get revenge too.”

Ruby felt her eyes water as she remembered what Mark did to her. Ruby had an obvious crush on Mark. Ruby was plain and forgettable but she didn’t let those circumstances stop her. She was determined her sweet friendly attitude would win Mark over. So when she got the invitation to the frat party she put on her best clothing and makeup. She was devastated when she arrived to find Mark flirting with another girl. “Hey Mark! Cool party! I got the invite!” She exclaimed as she walked over to him. Mark just grinned and said, "Oh hey Ruby umm glad you could make it.” The music blared until Peter got on the microphone at the DJ table. “Hey everyone! Welcome to the show! We got some winners in here tonight. Mark who did you bring?” The entire party erupted in laughter as Mark pointed at Ruby.

“Oh damn now that’s a loser for sure. Did you come hoping to get in Mark’s pants? Because let me tell you sister, you are not his type.” Peter paused. “Sorry though Mark. You don’t get the prize for tonight. It definitely goes to….” The DJ pressed a button and a drum roll played. “Paul because he actually convinced ‘the cow’ to come. Did she really think we weren’t going to make fun of her? Damn you really are desperate for friends !” The DJ pressed play as a moo sound effect played. Ruby with tears in her eyes turned and saw Stacey stop talking with Paul. Stacey looked at Paul with a frown, pushed her red solo cup into Paul’s chest and walked out in a huff. “ Aww Cow you don’t need to moooove so quickly! You’ll cause an earthquake!” Peter howled as some of his friends laughed. Ruby ran out as well. Ruby never talked to Mark again.

The memory was still fresh and felt like a punch to the gut. “Holy crap….you’re the cow!” Ruby exclaimed to Stacey, feeling her face flush. “Moo moo bitch.” Stacey said as she playfully cupped her breasts as if they were udders. “I thought it was all bullshit. I thought you were fucking with me but it’s all real. Can you help me get him back?” Ruby asked hopefully.

“Ohhh most definitely just know it comes with a price.” Stacey grinned as she licked her lips. Ruby leaned in eagerly, her curiosity piqued. “Ok how much?” She whispered. Stacey winked. "Just give me your word that you'll have fun. And recruit a new member to our sisterhood.” Ruby nodded, her heart racing. "I promise."

“Good! Meet me tomorrow night at Burnett Auditorium. The doors will take your ID trust me. Now if you excuse me… I’m hungry. You can stay and watch If you want though. Pet! wake up! Siri, play Milkshake by Kelis.” Stacey winked at Ruby before turning to her bed as the man awoke and fell to his knees. Ruby began to walk out as she could hear the mix of Stacey and Kelis. “My milkshake brings….” “Ooh unghhh Fuck yes!”

Ruby approached Burnett Auditorium with trepidation, her heart racing in anticipation of what was to come. She had never been to the building before, with its grand marble columns and ornate chandeliers. The doors to the auditorium were locked, but as she approached with her ID, they slid open automatically, granting her access. Inside, the auditorium was dimly lit, the stage at the far end bathed in an eerie red light from the exit signs.

“You made it. Good for you. Are you ready to have some fun?” Stacey asked, appearing out of the shadows on the aisle. She wore a long, flowing red dress that accentuated her figure, and a pair of red high heels. Her lips were painted crimson, and her eyes glittered with mischief. “Umm yes. I am ready.” Ruby replied, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

“Good because there is no going back after tonight.” Stacey grinned as she walked up the aisle, gesturing for Ruby to follow. They stopped at the edge of the stage where two large, ornate chairs sat. The chairs looked like something out of a gothic horror movie, with sharp spikes and gilded edges. “Now hide behind the curtain until I call you.” Ruby nodded, quickly ducking behind the heavy velvet curtain. She heard the sound of flames burn then stop as she waited for a few minutes. Ruby couldn’t help but peek when she heard a familiar voice echo onto the stage. “Hello? Amber? Paul and I are here!” It was Mark. She recognized his voice.

A woman resembling a real life Jessica Rabbit appeared. “Hey boys, come on over and take a seat!” She gestured to the chairs. Mark walked over to the chairs, followed by Paul. Ruby could feel the anticipation and fear building up inside her. She took a deep breath and prepared herself for what was about to happen. “How did you get all this here and after hours access to the building?” Mark asked, his voice laced with confusion and suspicion. “Hmm Don’t worry about that baby. Let’s just say I get whatever I want. Tonight I want to give you the best lap dances of your lives.” Amber grinned as she slowly and seductively positioned Mark to sit down. Once he was seated, she did the same to Paul.

“This is so hot!” Paul said as he looked over at Mark. Amber pulled out a remote and pressed a button. Suddenly, the stage lights came on as the chairs put restraints on the arms and ankles of Paul and Mark. They struggled helplessly, but couldn't break free. Ruby slowly peeked out from behind the curtain, her heart pounding in fear and excitement. “Whoa? What is this? We are going to get really freaky, Amber?” Mark asked. “You can say that.” Amber smiled as she pressed another button. The stage lights dimmed, and a spotlight shone on the chairs. Mark and Paul winced at the brightness as purple flame surrounded Amber and she reverted into Stacey’s form.

“What the fuck?” Paul said as they both fought against their restraints. “You’re that bitch that did something to Peter!” Mark shouted. Stacey laughed, walking up to the chair where Paul was strapped in. She leaned down, her breath hot against his ear. “I hear you were looking for me.” Paul squirmed uncomfortably.

“You fucked up Peter… What are you? A witch?” Mark stammered, his heart pounding in fear. Stacey grinned wickedly and caressed Paul’s face. “Hmm Peter got what was coming to him but you two. You two deserve some of it too. Remember the competition you guys had at frat parties?” Paul and Mark exchanged glances, their faces pale.

“Listen, those were all Peter’s ideas he gave $100 to the winner.” Mark quickly said, trying to bargain with Stacey. She laughed, a wicked cackle that sent shivers down their spines. “You think I give a fuck about how much money you would make to humiliate us? Hmmmm? Ruby come on out baby” Stacey called out, her voice taking on a sultry tone.

A figure emerged from behind the curtain. Her steps were slow and small. It was Ruby, wearing her usual big plaid shirt and long jeans. She pushed her glasses up her nose as she stood next to Stacey. “Fuck, Ruby you’re in on this?” Mark gasped. Ruby slowly walked up to the chair where Mark was strapped in. She leaned down, and slapped Mark. The sound echoed through the room. Mark yelped in pain.

“Oh fuck mmmm.” Stacey gasped as she bit her lip. “Ok we did fuck around with Ruby but who are you? Why did you fuck with Peter?” Mark asked, his voice shaking. Ruby grinned, her face devoid of emotion. She looked at them with cold, hard eyes. "Damn you guys are dense! This is Stacey!” Mark and Paul looked at each other confused. Ruby shook her head , “the cow!” and pointed to Stacey. Paul and Mark both struggled in their restraints even more.

“Listen it was all Peter please…. Please don’t hurt us.” Mark begged, tears welling up in his eyes. Stacey laughed, a cruel and mocking sound. Ruby felt guilty as Mark sounded genuine. “Ok maybe we can let them go now Stacey. Maybe they learned their lesson.” Ruby said, trying to reason with her friend.

“Mark tell Ruby why you invited her to the party and tell the whole truth.” Stacey’s eyes glowed as Mark’s face contorted as if he was keeping himself from speaking. “Because she followed me around like a little puppy. She’s so geeky and she actually thought I could be attracted to her. It was pathetic.” Mark gasped as he spoke the hidden truth.

“You fucking asshole. Is that all you care about? Tits and Ass? You are so stupid.” Ruby cried as she felt the tears fall down her face. “No, don’t cry over them, they don’t deserve it. You understand Ruby? Why I chose you? Can I give you the power to make him regret it?” Stacey asked, her voice softening. “Y..yes I want him to regret it.” Ruby sniffled.

Stacey came closer to Ruby and leaned down pulling her into a kiss. Ruby felt the strange sensation of her lips moving on her own, and her body being manipulated. It was as if someone else was controlling her. As the kiss deepened, Stacey whispered, "You'll make him regret everything." Ruby's body shuddered as she felt a surge of power course through her veins.

Ruby felt excruciating pain and fell to her knees. Her glasses fell off her face as she collapsed. Ruby’s skin burned off her body as if she was shedding. New flawless skin that practically glowed remained. Mark and Paul looked on in horror as her body began to change. Her chest swelled, pushing out her shirt and straining the fabric of her bra. Her breasts grew fuller and rounder, pushing outward until they were the size of basketballs. Her shoulders widened, her waist narrowed, and her hips became more curvaceous.

As the transformation continued, her legs elongated and became long and toned. Her once flat ass grew round and firm, accentuated by her new hourglass figure. Her face also changed, becoming more angular and feminine. Ruby couldn’t stop herself as she began moaning, feeling the pleasure of the transformation. She felt her body shake as her once weak body filled with magical power. The knowledge of sex and seduction filled her mind. Her lips plumped, and her eyes took on a new depth and allure. The sounds of her moans became a siren song of desire as Mark and Paul squirmed in their chairs. Purple flame surrounded Ruby as she felt herself get closer to climax. A purple set of lingerie covered her now amazing body. As the last of the transformation took place, she stood before them, no longer the shy and awkward girl they once knew.

The fear and guilt Ruby felt vanished as dark desires emerged. “Mmm Stacey… why do I feel so …. Hungry?” she moaned, her voice sultry and seductive. Stacey smiled wickedly and leaned in, her lips brushing against Ruby's ear. “You need to eat and these boys are the perfect meal.” Ruby looked down at Mark and Paul, her eyes glinting with hunger. She walked over to Mark, his eyes filled with arousal and fear. Ruby leaned in and whispered into his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine.

"This is what you wanted right? A sexy bitch?" She bit her lip, revealing her white teeth. "You want to taste my power, don't you?" Ruby then grabbed Mark by the hair, her strength surprising even herself, forcing him to cry out. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she leaned forward, her red lips parted. She kissed Mark and unleashed her lust upon him. She pulled off and smiled as she sat upon his lap. “Stacey, I think we should give them that lap dance after all.” She purred.

Stacey laughed and pressed the remote again. The music began to bellow out the speakers as Stacey and Ruby danced on the laps of their partners. The two boys grunted as the two beautiful women swayed their hips and grinded against them. “Ungh please” Mark begged Ruby. “Please what? Marky Mark?” she teased, biting her bottom lip. Mark couldn't help but feel his body respond to her touch and the way she moved against him.

“Please Fuck me. Please… I want you.” Mark moaned as Ruby ground against him. His cock was already hard and throbbing in his pants, straining against the fabric. Ruby smiled wickedly and slowly unbuttoned his pants. She reached inside and gripped his hard length, guiding it out. Mark gasped as she stroked him, her fingers felt wet. She leaned in, her breasts brushing against his chest as she kissed him deeply. Her tongue danced with his, teasing and taunting.

Ruby stood up, positioning herself over Mark's lap. She lowered herself down, her wet folds engulfing him as she took him inside her. Mark cried out in pleasure as she began to ride him, her hips moving in a sensual rhythm. Her breasts swayed back and forth, teasing him with each movement. Stacey and Paul watched in awe as Ruby rode Mark, her expression one of pure ecstasy. She leaned forward, her body pressing against his, their skin flush against each other.

“Please… me too.” Paul begged Stacey, his eyes fixed on her curvaceous figure. She smiled wickedly and leaned over, kissing him passionately. Their tongues tangled together as she unbuttoned his pants and released his throbbing member. Stacey gripped him in her hand, stroking him slowly as she guided him closer to her moist folds. She lowered herself down, engulfing him completely. Paul cried out in pleasure as she began to ride him, her hips moving in a sensual rhythm. She held the back of the chair as her hair flew to and fro.

Ruby felt powerful as the sound of her massive ass slapped against Mark’s thighs. “Unh yes. You're mine now Mark. You belong to me. Your cock, your body is for my pleasure.” She moaned as she continued to ride him. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, teasing him with her perfect, hard nipples. She leaned forward, her body pressed against his, her hot breath tickling his ear. She whispered, "Tell me you want me. Tell me you're mine." Mark, in pure euphoric bliss, finally grunted. “I’m yours, I belong to you. Ungh I want you.” He cried out as she moved faster, her wetness coating his thighs.

Stacey and Paul followed suit with animalistic grunts and groans as Stacey rode him like a professional equestrian. “Yes. I can see it in your eyes, Mark. I dreamed of this moment. Say you love me!” Ruby growled as she picked up the pace, her long brown hair whipping against his chest. The sensation of her thick thighs squeezing him was overwhelming, and he could feel himself nearing the edge.

“I love you Ruby Unhhh I love you!” Mark cried out, his voice cracking as he felt himself about to climax. Ruby felt the tension building within him and she knew he was close. With one final thrust, she arched her back, moaning his name as her body convulsed around him. Her walls squeezed him tightly, milking him as his hot seed filled her. She collapsed on top of him, their sweaty, entwined bodies heavy with satisfaction.

Stacey and Paul were locked in their own passionate embrace, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm. Paul was close to the edge, his hips bucking wildly as he tried to drive deeper into Stacey. She met his thrusts with equal fervor, their moans echoing through the room. Her breasts bounced and swayed with each movement, taunting him with their perfection. With a final cry, Paul released himself inside her, his hot seed spilling onto her wet folds. Stacey arched her back, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rode out her own orgasm.

“Now that was fun !” Stacey exclaimed, panting as she leaned back on her hands, her chest still heaving. Ruby smiled, her eyes locked on Paul as she slowly slid off of Mark, her wetness leaving a trail on his thigh. She straddled his lap once more, and leaned in to kiss him. “It feels like I ate a full meal and exercised at the same time.” She teased, her tongue darting out to flick against his bottom lip.

“Welcome to succubus life!” Stacey said. Ruby laughed. “You know Mark doesn’t really love you … right? Stacey said to Ruby with a serious face. “Hmmm I know but… making him say it felt so good. It’s like he’s my…”

“Slave?” Stacey finished Ruby’s sentence.

“I think this is the start of a beautiful sisterhood. Boys it’s your lucky night! We’re switching partners.” Stacey said.

One Week Later

“Hey Peter! Mark and Paul are here to see you.” Peter’s mom called down the stairs. Peter looked up from his computer desk and pushed off in his rolling chair. Mark and Paul walked down the stairs. “Hey guys, where have you been? Haven’t heard from you all week.” Peter said as his fat belly jiggled. Mark and Paul looked at Peter with blank stares. “Guys? Hellooo, can you hear me?” He waved his hands in front of their faces. “Oh they found me all right.” Stacey said as she slowly walked down the stairs in a yellow tight dress with white stiletto pumps. “W… what did you do to them?” Peter asked, his face completely white. “Hmmm, they're our slaves now.” Ruby said as she walked down the stairs in tight blue dress, black pantyhose and blue heels.

“Remember me Peter? It’s Ruby.” Mark and Paul fell to their knees as Stacey and Ruby stood behind them grabbing their heads. Stacey and Ruby in unison said “ Who do you serve?” Mark and Paul with robotic emotionless tones answered. “You my mistress.” Peter pushed his chair back to his computer desk finding no place to retreat to.

“Like you could run from us you fat fuck.” Stacey snorted. Stacey sat on the shoulders of Mark and Paul as if it were a throne and began to caress her body. Stacey enjoyed watching Peter in terror and it was what she lived for. Ruby smiled walking towards Peter. “Mark is gonna be a little too busy from now on to stop by… Paul too. They don’t need to be friends with a fat small dick goon like you.” Peter’s eyes filled with tears as they fell down his face. “ Awwww, look at this pathetic bitch baby cry. Do you need your diapey? Do you need some milk? Ohhhh my God! He’s hard Stacey! He wants some milk!”

“Hmmm, he’s addicted to it but don’t worry I’m not that cruel. I have what he wants right here.” Stacey stood up and kissed Ruby as they tongued each other enjoying their victory. Stacey gently pushed off as Ruby took a seat on Mark and Paul and crossed her legs ready for the show. Stacey lowered her top and undid her bra.

“C’mon Peter say what I taught you.” Stacey came close to Peter as his face trembled with tears. He tried to look away from Stacey but his desire for her body and her milk was too overwhelming. He was unable to fight her command and finally bellowed.

“Moooooooo”

“That’s a good boy.”

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Oh how I love when the tables turn even Chess tables

Checkmate

“So which nail polish should I use on your pathetic boyfriend? Should I use ‘Magenta’ and turn him into by bitchy bestie? Should I use ‘Fuchsia’ and turn him into a cock slut? Or maybe I use 'Baby Blue' and turn him into a small dicked worthless simp. Decisions decisions.” Megan purred as she looked over her chess set of nail polishes while Nadine and her boyfriend Dominic struggled against their rope binds.

“You’re not going to get away with this you bitch! Even if you made Dominic into your twin he would still love me! Besides once I'm free I’ll destroy your little evil chess set and this will all have been in vain!” Nadine said defiantly.

“Poor naive Nadine. You think I’m letting you out of this without a transformation yourself?” Megan said with a cackle as she picked up one the blue king and uncapped the top, exposing the hidden nail polish of matching colour and started to apply it to the nails of one of her hands.

“You’re going to become my pawn loser, a footnote in my story. Dominic though, he will be my side the entire way. Won’t you lover?” She grinned manically as she undid Dominic’s belt and pulled out his meagre dick. This didn’t deter Megan from stroking it.

Dominic couldn’t help himself from getting harder as she did. Her long blue nails looked amazing wrapped around his dick that suddenly was looking bigger than it ever had before. Not only that but his muscles started to grow too, pressing hard against his restraints until finally they gave way and snapped.

“That’s it baby, give into the Royal Blue colour and become the king you are meant to be.” Megan purred as she continued to stroke Dominic’s cock. As she did the blue on her nails seemed to drain into Dominic, corrupting him he’s to toe. He gained thick strong hair and a chiselled jawline in an instant.

As the colour disappeared from Megan’s fingertips she wrapped her pink lips around his member and began to suck. Dominic groaned as Nadine looked on with tears in her eyes.

“No! You fucking bitch! He’s my boyfriend!” Nadine wept.

Megan sucked more vigorously now, spurred on Nadine’s pleas and Dominic couldn’t hold back any longer and came into her mouth. Megan swallowed it down and ran her wicked tongue up his shaft while looking at Nadine.

“No loser, he’s all mine now. Right babe?” Megan said smiling evilly as she rose to her feet. Dominic rose too and put his hands around her waist, giving her a deep passionate kiss.

“Absolutely.” Dominic said after their embrace.

“Now on to you, what should we make you I wonder? We could make you a dweeby boy gooner, or maybe a cum licking beta bitch. I know how about we let your ex choose. Darling?” Megan said turning to her new man who grinned and walked over to the chess set.

“You see Nadine, girls like you never win. Girls like me in the other hand get the guy, get the looks, get the power. You’re born to serve girls like me.” Megan smirked as Dominic strode over to Nadine.

“Please Dominic, don’t do this! Remember who you are!” Nadine pleaded as Dominic started to paint her bound nails.

“Don’t you get it bitch? He couldn’t care less about you.” Megan said superiorly

“Oh I wouldn’t be so sure.” Came a voice out of Nadine that was oddly confident and calm. As Dominic stood back, Megan understood why. Gleaming off of Nadine's nails was the unmistakable colour of the Red Queen.

"Dominic, what have you done you idiot?" Megan shrieked as she ran over to Nadine, with the hopes of stopping her transformation. However she was quickly stopped by Dominic who's big muscles held her tight.

"You're the only idiot around here." He growled in her ear. She had to watch as Nadine began to change before her eyes.

Big pouty lips popped on her face and curled instantly into a wicked smile. Nadine's hair sprung from it's boring bun and cascaded down in thick silky perfection. Dark sexy makeup emerged on her face giving her an instant permanent bitch face.

A soft tan engulfed her skin and erased any imperfections while her waist crunched in giving her a flat stomach to die for. Her hips flared out putting pressure on her restraints but not enough to free her. No that honour went to her breasts which grew into two gravity defying globes that ripped her shirt and snapped the rope holding her to the chair. Only her now tiny bra barely contained the massive weapons.

Standing up out of the chair with a poise and posture now fitting her station she ran her new long red nails all over her transformed body with a sexy purr.

"How? This isn't possible!" Megan whined while still trying in vain to free herself.

"You never were the brightest girl in the world, I doubt you even knew how to play chess did you? Well let me give you a lesson." Nadine said coldly and nodded to Dominic who nodded back and roughly put Megan into one of the chairs. Nadine sauntered over to the chess board as Dominic strapped Megan in with the leftover rope.

"As co-president's of the Chess Club we wondered why a blonde bimbo like you had any interest in chess, that's when we delved deeper and found out your wicked little secret. We could have exposed you weeks ago, but then what would have happened to the set? Confiscated? Or worse destroyed? No we decided it belonged in more capable hands. Ours." Nadine said with a smirk as she picked up one of the blue pawns and walked over next to Dominic.

"So we let you capture us on purpose. We knew once you had us that you would be unable to resist transforming us into your little playthings. That's why we created a serum to counteract the effects of the nail polish. Well the mind controlling aspects anyway." Nadine said with a grin as she squeezed Dominic's muscles.

"So you see bitch, it's like I told you, Dominic loves me and together we are going to reign as the king and queen we deserve to be. It's called a 'Pawn Promotion' in chess, and if you had given a damn you could have seen it coming from a mile away. Then again, why would a pawn like you ever need to concern herself with matters of the royal court?" Nadine grinned as she started painting Megan's nails baby blue.

Nothing started to happen until the last inch of Megan's nails were covered in blue on both hands. In an instant she started to convulse and shake. Her gorgeous blonde hair retracted up and turned brown and short. Her left boob sucked in with a pop followed by the right doing the exact same. She felt an uncomfortable protrusion come from her pussy as a small dick popped out of it along with two tiny balls. Her skin became pasty and white and her slim figure became thicker and heavier.

Like the two beauties before her, Megan's transformation caused her binds to snap but in her case they also caused the chair itself to collapse under the new weight. Nadine and Dominic laughed cruelly at the new boy on the floor before them.

"Oh how pathetic and so much better than I could have hoped. Now tell me 'Max', who do you simp for?" Nadine asked condescendingly.

Max's mind seemed to be in conflict with itself. The nail polish was working overtime to strip the former queen bitch out of him and he was resisting but it was too powerful, especially without a counteracting serum.

"You mistress Nadine, please let me lick your toes, I have been a good boy." Max said pathetically. Nadine however rolled her eyes.

"Disgusting, but even a pawn has a part to play." Nadine said ominously.

Thanks to Max, Nadine and Dominic learned of an even more powerful set, known as Obsidian Black.

The following week Nadine and Dominic easily took control of their high school with their new power. They converted some of their old friends into their new lieutenants, whether they wanted it or not. With Dominic's new strength it was easy. Nadine quickly found that she got off on the transformations, as if the nail polish was somehow channeling through her.

Soon Nadine and Dominic craved more power. Using Max they learned of an even more powerful set, known as the Obsidian board. Laying the red and blue pieces onto the board they watched in wonder as black liquid seeped into the their pieces turning them as dark as night. Nadine hungrily applied the shiny black liquid to her nails and groaned in pleasure as it filled her with new desires.

Strolling over to Dominic she stroked his cock and allowed him to taste the new corruption. Nadine’s new desires were satiated as her boyfriend’s white skin turn darker and darker until he was the black bull she craved.

She soon developed the moniker, the Black Queen, known for her shiny long black nails and her taste for darker meats. But it was also given to her for her ruthless demeanour. She was a masterful tactician and could see ten moves ahead at all times. Her joy in manipulation and coercion was matched only by her love for Dominic. However there was one thing she nearly loved just as much…

As she strode into the school's boiler room she was happy to see Max had already tied himself up and had prepared the cock cage for her to apply to him. Max made an excellent simp and maybe one day she would promote him into something more but for now she picked up the cage and approached him ready to play.

THE END

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The Talk Show

Gina, a tomboyish skater with a baseball cap and baggy clothes, was sitting on the hood of her beat-up car when she received the call. The producer of a new talk show about sports had seen her shred the halfpipe at the local skate comp and wanted her on the show. She didn't hesitate; the chance to be on TV and showcase her skills was too good to pass up. So, here she was, waiting in the green room of the studio, her heart racing and her knuckles white from gripping her skateboard so tightly.

The door opened, revealing a tall, stylish woman with a perfectly coiffed bob and designer clothes. It was Karen, the producer. Gina stood up, wiping her sweaty palms on her jeans. "You must be Gina," Karen said, offering her hand. "I'm Karen. I've been looking forward to meeting you. We're going to have a blast on this show."

As they walked down the hall, Karen explained that the first order of business was to get Gina ready for her debut on the show. They entered a luxurious dressing room, where a team of hair and makeup artists were waiting. Gina felt a little uneasy as they started to fuss over her, but Karen assured her that it was all part of the process. They sat her down in front of a mirror and began to apply foundation, concealer, and blush to her normally bare face. Then they brushed on some mascara and lip gloss. Gina couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious, but she trusted Karen's judgment. They fixed her hair by taking it out of the hat and styling it so that it fell upon her shoulders and covered her forehead.

Once they were done, Karen led her to another room where a stylist showed her the wardrobe she was to wear. It was a form-fitting, black dress, shiny sheer black pantyhose and louboutin black stilettos. “Wait, why do you want me to put this on? What does this have to do with skating? I can't skate in heels, that's just stupid," Gina protested. Karen smiled reassuringly and said, "Trust me, this is all part of the show's aesthetic. It's not just about your skating skills, it's about your entire image. You're going to look amazing and turn heads. Now put it on, we don't want to keep the crew waiting."

Despite her misgivings, Gina put on the dress and heels. As she stood up, she felt self-conscious and unsteady in the high heels. Karen, noticing this, laughed and said, “You look amazing Gina. Trust me this is how we get viewers hooked. Once they're hooked they will listen to every word you say.” Gina was still skeptical but she followed Karen out of the room and onto the set. “Oh one last thing, let's have you wear this necklace too.” Karen said as she handed her a gold chain with a tiny skateboard charm. Gina reluctantly put it on and it felt warm on her skin. Immediately she felt a bit better as her posture straightened. She thought she was imagining things but it was like her breasts felt heavier. She looked back and admired her ass. “Hmm my training has been paying off.” She said to herself.

As they walked onto the set, Gina couldn't help but feel like a fish out of water. The bright lights, the cameras, and the excited chatter of the crew made her heart race even faster. Karen led her to a comfortable chair where she could wait for her cue. As she sat there, Gina glanced down at the skateboard charm around her neck and tried to remind herself why she had agreed to do this in the first place. She took a deep breath and tried to relax.

She listened to the host begin to speak, his voice booming through the studio. The audience laughed at something the host said, and Gina felt a pang of nervousness. "And now," the host continued, "let's bring out our special guest for today's show! Everyone, please give a warm welcome to Gina, the tomboy skater who's taking the skate park scene by storm!"

Gina's heart leapt into her throat as she heard her introduction. She forced herself to stand up and walk towards the center of the stage. The lights were so bright she could hardly see the audience. The heels clicked on the floor as she was surprised how well she walked in them now. As she stood there, the host flashed her a winning smile and embraced her with a slight hug. He led her to her seat as she sat down."So, Gina, tell us a little bit about yourself," he said, his voice smooth and charismatic.

She took a deep breath and tried to steady her nerves. "Well, I've been skating for most of my life," she began, her voice not as shaky as she'd expected. "I started in a local park with my friends, and I just fell in love with it. I mean, there's nothing like the feeling of flying through the air, spinning and flipping on my board. It's just...freeing." The audience laughed at her enthusiasm, and she felt a tiny bit more at ease.

Gina crossed her legs as she felt a bolt of electricity shoot through her body. It felt so good as she squeezed her legs together. “So Gina you really clean up nicely for a tomboy” the host said with a grin. Gina blushed as she realized he was flirting with her. “Well I’m usually wearing sneakers but I had to look my best for you Craig” she replied playfully. The audience laughed and cheered as they were enjoying the banter between the two of them. “Hey now! Careful or I might have to take up skating!” Craig joked.

“I can gladly show you the basics. You know I know my way around a halfpipe.” Gina smiled. She didn’t understand where this charisma had come from. She was usually quite awkward but looking into Craig’s eyes she felt amazing. Gina felt the tingle between her legs intensifying. She licked her lips and pulled at her dress and re crossed her legs. Another bolt of electricity shot through her system as her mouth opened. “Are you sure you’re a tomboy?” Craig teased, causing the audience to laugh even harder.

“I can be anything you want me to be.” Gina said, her voice dripping with sensuality. Gina felt like she was having an out of body experience watching someone else in control of her body. The audience in unison went “ooooh” as some male voices hooted in approval. “Damn Gina I think I’m buying my skateboard right now.” Craig joked pulling out his phone acting like he was browsing to shop. Gina felt her insides melt as she stared into his eyes, her heart racing.

Gina found it more difficult to hide the pleasure she was feeling. Her eyes fluttered as she tried to breathe normally. “Like I said nothing better than riding that sturdy piece of wood.” Gina closed her eyes as her body tensed. The audience was silent with a few gasps. Craig readjusted himself in his seat and took a sip of water. “Ahem well Gina thanks for coming on the show and making us all skateboarding fans.” He smiled.

“My pleasure” Gina replied, her voice throaty and sultry. The sensation in her body was becoming almost too much to bear. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying to find some relief. As the segment came to an end and the audience began to applaud, Gina felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. What had just happened? She had never been so flirtatious or confident before. She couldn't believe how easily the words had flowed out of her mouth.

Karen greeted her backstage as she led her to the dressing room. “Wow Gina just Wow!” She showed the immediate responses that the show's social media received. “Bring Gina back!” , “We love Gina!”, “That woman is a smoke show!”, “Instant Fan!” The positive reviews were overwhelming as Gina’s phone started buzzing like crazy with notifications. “Feel free to stay and relax. Craig will probably want to come by and say thank you. Gina… you were amazing!” Karen gushed.

Gina sat down on the comfy couch as she felt her nerves calm down. However, the pleasure was more intense as she slowly slid her hand between her legs. The pantyhose was beginning to feel so slick as her wetness flowed from her panties. She rubbed as she held back her cries as she watched Craig end the show from her television. “What a great show We had tonight. I want to thank Tom Brady for being on and the up and coming huge star Gina White… She's going places! Good night everyone!”

Gina put her head back when she heard her name. “Up and cummin,” how appropriate she whispered.

She heard a knock on the door and took a deep breath. “Come in” she said as she fixed herself on the couch in a seductive pose. It was him. Craig. The man that she had just flirted with on national television. He walked in and smiled at her. Gina felt a flutter in her stomach. She didn't know what to say or do. "Hi Gina," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "That was... well, that was something else. I can't believe how confident you were back there. You were amazing."

“Thank you, I’m usually so awkward and nervous but tonight. It’s like I knew what to do and it felt so… natural.” Gina blushed as she looked at her lap, playing with the hem of her dress. Craig walked over to her and sat down beside her on the couch. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "Yeah, people love to see flirting. It’s a fun act to put on.” He whispered.

“Who said I was acting?” She grabbed Craig’s collar and pulled him in for a kiss. His lips were soft and tasted like mint. She felt his hand slip under her dress, tracing circles over her hosiery covered thigh. She moaned into the kiss, her body melting against his. He deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth, their tongues tangling together. Gina reached down and unbuckled his belt, then undid his pants, freeing his hard cock. She stroked it slowly, feeling the heat and the length of it against her palm. "I was serious. Nothing better than riding some hard stiff wood," she whispered.

Craig broke the kiss, breathing heavily. "Then why don't you show me just how good you are at it?" He said as he guided her upon his lap. He grabbed her ass with a hard spank as he ripped her pantyhose open. She grabbed the couch, slipping her wet panties to the side as she lowered herself onto his cock. He groaned as she took him inside her, her tightness sending waves of pleasure through his body. She began to ride him hard, her hips moving in a rhythm that was both sensual and demanding. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment. “Oh you are definitely coming back to the show.” Craig gasped as she leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest. She ground her hips against him, feeling the familiar tightness building inside her. With a final thrust, she arched her back, her orgasm crashing over her in a wave of pleasure. She moaned his name as her body trembled from the release.

“Mmm Craig I’m cumming multiple times tonight alone.” She restarted riding him as their moans echoed in the room.

Meanwhile, just outside Gina’s dressing room Karen and a Production Assistant were listening. “Karen, I think we can pencil her in next month but I think you put way too much charisma spell on the necklace.” The Production Assistant said as she smiled. Karen shook her head in disagreement. “You hear that in there? That’s the sound of future ratings and advertising dollars in all our pockets.” She grinned as she put her ear back up against the door. The sounds of their moaning and breathing filled the hallway, sending a shiver down her spine. “Yeah but what happens when Gina becomes addicted to fame and beauty… she won’t be doing much skating then.” The PA said with a worried tone. Karen smirked. “ From what I’m hearing. She won’t mind at all.” Karen walked away as she turned back to say one more thing.

“Anyway that’s show biz.”

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The Mirror

A beautification Fairy Tale

The air was thick with anticipation as Princess Lucia waited for the arrival of Prince Albert. She had been daydreaming about him for months, his piercing blue eyes, his chiseled jawline, and his kindhearted nature that seemed to radiate from every pore. Her heart raced as she imagined the feel of his strong hands as they held hers, the sound of his voice as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear. The servants scurried about, preparing the great hall for his arrival, their movements a blur as Princess Lucia struggled to contain her excitement.

Lucia being the eldest was in prime placement to be betrothed to an eligible prince. Princess Ariana was the younger sister and would be next in line. They were sisters in name only as they couldn’t be more different. Ariana was impatient, spoiled, vain and cruel while Lucia was gracious, sweet and compassionate. As the hour grew closer, Lucia was escorted to the great hall by her handmaidens. Her heart fluttered as she caught sight of Prince Albert, his dark hair shining in the candlelight. He was even more handsome in person, and she found herself struggling to breathe as she made her way down the aisle.

The king and queen, along with their advisors, stood at the front of the hall, formally introducing Prince Albert to their daughter. Lucia could feel her cheeks burning as she curtsied low, her eyes never leaving his. Prince Albert seemed just as taken with her, his gaze lingering on her face before traveling down her figure. As they were finally released, he offered his arm to her, and she eagerly took it, allowing him to lead her through the crowd.

Ariana made her way to the hall. She was wearing a gown that her parents had forbidden her to wear. It showcased her ample bosom in a manner almost unbecoming for a woman of her stature. She had her servants tighten the corset so she could hardly breathe. The results were at the very least distracting. Prince Albert was not immune, asking Lucia if that was her younger sibling. Lucia nodded as she noticed Albert’s eyes follow her sister wherever she went.

As they sat down for the feast Ariana and Lucia sat on opposite sides of the Prince and told him tales of their land. Lucia would also tell of how she was trained to be a proper queen. “I have learned to read and write and I am familiar with the customs of your people. I wish to serve and assist you greatly.” Lucia said with pride. Ariana laughed and rebutted. “My sister is a real bore. Are you really thinking about that when you think queen? Or do you imagine other… possibilities?” She placed her hand on the prince’s thigh and squeezed. The prince coughed and took a sip of wine. “So Ariana, what do you plan to do for your future husband?” The prince asked with a smile.

Ariana smiled coyly. "Oh, I'm not sure yet. Perhaps I'll let him decide." Her voice dripped with sarcasm. Prince Albert looked uncomfortable, but he didn't say anything. Lucia frowned at the behavior of her sister. Ariana always liked to take what Lucia had and her parents had indulged the behavior. She was eagerly hoping to be married and free from this life of being second place. Ariana was once again ruining her plans.

Meanwhile, Ariana grew more and more bold with her advances. She would send Lucia on fake wild chases to steal moments alone with Albert. She would whisper things in his ear as he blushed. Near the end of the night Lucia and Ariana both escorted Albert to his guest quarters. Lucia would shoot looks to her sister as if to shoo her away but Ariana ignored them. They opened the door for Albert as he wished them both a good night.

Lucia couldn’t sleep that night as her anger for her sister’s behavior boiled over. She knew she had to do something to save her engagement, but what? She had always been the quiet, obedient one, never causing trouble. But tonight, she felt a newfound determination welling up inside her. She slipped out of bed and crept through the castle, making her way to Prince Albert's chamber. She was puzzled as to why there was no guard watching her room but still she rushed out. Her heart raced as she found the door open. She hesitated for a moment, gathering her courage, before stepping inside.

The room was dimly lit by moonlight streaming through the open window. There she saw Ariana upon Albert as she rode him on the bed. Ariana was facing the doorway as she grinded upon Albert’s member. Her red hair glowed in the moonlight as she covered her exposed breasts. Ariana noticed her sister and did not stop her movements but in fact increased her pace. Albert groaned in ecstasy as Ariana moaned with a triumphant grin. “Isn’t this way better than boring my Prince?” Albert groaned his approval but caught his breath to add. “You’re nothing like your sister.”

Lucia couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her heart shattered into a million pieces as she ran from the room back to her chamber. The image of her sister’s smile played over and over in her mind. Ariana was so cruel to purposely leave the door open and position herself as if she knew Lucia would catch them. Ariana had bribed the room guards somehow. She was crafty and had outplayed her innocent, naive older sister.Lucia looked at her body length mirror and gazed upon her body. Lucia and Ariana looked nothing alike. Lucia may have had the nicer qualities but Ariana had all the assets. Lucia for the first time was feeling a jealous rage as she looked upon her flat chest and non-existent hips and backside. It was then she realized that she had worked so hard for nothing. Albert didn’t care for intelligence and compassion, he wanted a woman with curves that knew how to please him. He wanted a woman like Ariana. Lucia screamed as she pushed her mirror to the floor as it shattered. Lucia crawled into her bed sobbing for the entire night.

The next morning, she was up before dawn. She dressed and went to the dining hall for breakfast. She saw Albert hand in hand with Ariana. Lucia knew what would happen next. The king and queen arrived as Albert wished to speak to them in private. The king and queen stepped aside to discuss matters with Albert. Lucia couldn't hear what they were saying, but she could see the looks of disappointment and anger on their faces. After a few moments, the king and queen nodded in agreement. The news was as Lucia had feared. Prince Albert had fallen hopelessly in love with Ariana and would only take her as a bride.

Lucia couldn't believe it. All her hopes and dreams were dashed in an instant. The news would spread fast and Lucia knew that she would appear broken and undesirable to suitors now. The worst part was watching her sister’s smile as she left to have the life that Lucia was longing for. Lucia stayed in her room reading books for the next weeks refusing to come out even to eat. Lucia hungered for something new….power. The power to change her life. The power to get what she wanted. The power to make those who wronged her pay.

Lucia finally found the book that would help her. An ancient spell book that took dark magic and gave the holder what they desire. It was in the curses she found what she had been looking for. The curse gave the one who recited the incantation unbelievable beauty. A beauty that would surpass all who lived but at a cost. The cost was not to be revealed until the spell was done. Lucia’s hands trembled as she read the spell knowing it would be dangerous to take such a risk. Ariana’s smile played once again in her mind as Albert’s words played again “You’re nothing like your sister.”

Lucia with new determination began to speak the incantation aloud as a thunderstorm developed around the kingdom. The storm raged as she read from the page every word. The incantation glowed upon the page as new words formed underneath the spell. Lucia read as it stated that she would be the most beautiful woman. No man would resist her and her beauty would be legendary . However, she would only be beautiful on the outside. Lucia wondered what that meant “only on the outside.”

The spell then began to do its magic as her short blond hair grew to long black locks. Her once nail bitten fingernails grew to beautiful red painted nails. She smiled as she felt her breasts push out as they pushed her corset open. She felt her hips widen and her abdomen tighten. Her stick legs and arms gained muscle and toned as she became more shapely and appealing. Her crooked teeth straightened and whitened as her lips became blood red and inviting. She looked back and giggled as her backside rose and plumped giving a round amazing posterior. She regretted destroying her mirror as she felt her face change and become one of amazing perfection.

It was then she felt uneasy in her stomach. The physical changes were complete but the curse did more than change the outside. Lucia felt her heart grow cold as her mind filled with dark thoughts. Thoughts of revenge, thoughts of conquest, all of them selfish and vain. Lucia felt wicked but it felt so good. She was tempted to touch herself but a more dark idea entered her mind. She called for a guard to assist her.

The guard entered the room and was shocked to find a woman that could not be princess Lucia. She looked a bit older and mature and her eyes held a sinister glimmer. "What is your name?" she purred. “Tristan my Princess.” He stammered. She smiled, "Ah, so you recognize me?” She asked. Tristan swallowed hard as he felt a cold chill run down his spine. "Of course, this is your chamber.” Lucia laughed “But do I look different?” Tristan looked her up and down, taking in her new appearance. He hesitated for a moment, "You look... more beautiful." She smiled and walked closer to him, her hips swaying seductively. "Do you desire me? Tristan?” She whispered in his ear.

Tristan’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as her voice was almost too much. He swallowed hard, feeling a pressure growing in his loins. “Am I more beautiful than my sister?” she asked him, her voice low and sultry. “Y..yes you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He stammered. She smiled, pleased with his answer. She thought of his words “ever seen” it made her wet. She placed a hand on his chest, feeling his heart race beneath her fingertips. “You were the guard for my sister were you not?” she asked, her voice still soft and alluring.

He nodded, unable to take his eyes off of her. She moved even closer, pressing her body against his. Her breasts brushed against his chest, sending waves of desire coursing through him. He wanted nothing more than to take her right there on the floor. "You let her get away with everything, am I right?” she whispered, her breath hot on his neck. Tristan's heart raced as he felt his control slipping. "Yes, yes I did," he managed to say, his voice barely audible.

She smiled, pleased with his answer. "And now she's gone," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. "And I'm here." She leaned in even closer, her lips brushing against his ear. She turned and brushed her backside against his hardened member as she gyrated her hips. “Ungh … my Princess” Tristan groaned, feeling as if he could explode with desire. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust. She continued to gyrate as she asked him questions. “You never guarded my sister’s door and let her roam about at night because you desired her?” Her hips moved faster, she brought his hands to her breasts as she let out a moan. “Yes and she would pleasure me.” He gasped.

“Did it feel as good as this does?” she asked, her hips moving faster against him. Tristan could hardly speak, his breath coming in ragged gasps as her movements drove him wild. He shook his head, unable to take his eyes off her. “N…no this is s.. much better” he stammered, feeling the pressure in his loins reaching a boiling point. “Will you serve me better than you did her? Can I be your queen?” she asked, her voice barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing.

Tristan could feel his control slipping even further. He nodded frantically, his fingers digging into her flesh as he tried to keep himself from losing complete control. She smiled, her lips curling into a wicked grin. “Yes… you are my queen!” He grunted as he climaxed. Lucia removed herself from Tristan. She looked at him as she bit her lip. “Well look at that I seemed to have made you erupt in your garments.”

Lucia felt powerful and beautiful as Tristan looked at her like a lost puppy. She had never expected to feel this way, to have control over someone so strong and loyal to her sister. She smiled to herself, knowing that she could make him do anything she wanted. “Help me fix my mirror Tristan.” She purred, walking over to the ornate mirror stand on the floor still left from when she threw it to the ground. Tristan nodded, still catching his breath as he hurried to help her.

As Tristan knelt by the broken glass he looked up at Lucia. She was speaking in a weird language while holding a book. "What are you doing?" he asked, still catching his breath. "I'm just making you keep your promise. You see your negligence made me become what I am now. So you deserve to see it the rest of your days.” Lucia continued speaking the ancient words as the glass started to reattach to the mirror. In an instant Tristan was frozen as he watched the mirror magically repair and stand up again. The glass became dark and cloudy as Tristan kept looking deeper into it. He felt his body move forward as he realized Lucia had just pushed him. Tristan fell into the mirror and felt himself engulfed by darkness.

Epilogue

Lucia did become the most beautiful woman in the world.Unfortunately, she had grown cruel and extremely vain. The naive, compassionate woman was no more. Even when suitors came for her hand, she turned them all down. She desired power and all those weak princes did not interest her. She did visit her sister and her brother-in-law’s kingdom. Legend states that when Albert saw Lucia again the regret left him impotent. In all of his kingly duties. The kingdom had no heir and no strong finances and it wasn’t long before his land was conquered by a strong and handsome King. Lucia was quite intrigued by this new powerful ruler but he was already married. Lucia knew that wouldn’t be an obstacle for her. She knew that people get sick and die all the time and the widowed king would soon be her husband. The king’s daughter with his first wife was another obstacle…. And another story.

Lucia is known by another name. The nickname she gained throughout the land highlighted her inside qualities rather than her outward. Lucia heard the name but it didn’t bother her. She loved being feared And desired.

Whatever happened to Tristan? Well he is well known too but just not by his given name. Tristan’s new name Lucia would call out daily as her vanity craved validation.

“Mirror Mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all?”

[beautification-tales]

The Cow

A sequel to “The Deal”

“Moooo” Peter bellowed at Stacey. The rest of his friends joined in, their laughter ringing through the halls like a pack of hyenas. The tears streamed down her face as she walked away to her next class, her shoulders slumped in defeat. She knew she should have stayed home, but she couldn't afford to miss another day of school. As she sat at her desk, she couldn't help but wonder how things had gotten this bad.

Peter had been a bully since high school and his crass jokes did not end in college. Stacey had tried everything from eating less to trying to exercise. She just could never keep the pounds off. She was always the fat one, the ugly one. Even her own family made comments about her weight. No matter what she did, she felt like she could never measure up.

As she tried to adjust herself in her seat. She saw the looks of everyone. She hated that she was noticed because of her size and could feel the judgment in their eyes. It was like Peter was the only one with the guts to say what they all were thinking. She was a cow. Tears began to flow again as she thought about her reality. “Anyone sitting next to you?” A woman said.

Stacey wiped her tears and saw a gorgeous woman with bright almost orange hair. She couldn't help but feel intimidated. Stacey noticed that everyone was looking at the two of them. Stacey looked down in embarrassment. “N.. no one is sitting here” she managed to say. The woman smiled at her and sat down taking her notebook out of her backpack. “Ugh this class is so hard! Please tell me it’s not just me.”

She smiled and for a moment Stacey forgot about the cruel remarks from Peter and his gang. “Yeah, it’s the worse it’s like the university wants us to repeat it” she laughed. The woman smiled at her and leaned over a bit. “They want us to spend more money.” She winked at Stacey. “My name is Marsha by the way.” Stacey felt a little awkward introducing herself but managed to say her name. Marsha reached over and gave her hand a squeeze.

As the class progressed, Stacey felt a little more comfortable with Marsha. They would whisper to each other and laugh about the professor or the assignments. Stacey began to feel like maybe she wasn't so alone after all. Marsha seemed to understand what it was like to be on the receiving end of cruel remarks. She confided in Stacey that she was a late bloomer and had faced her own share of bullying in high school and college. Stacey felt a connection with her that she hadn't felt with anyone else.

Stacey also enjoyed that with Marsha people were nicer. It was definitely because of the allure and beauty of Marsha but Stacey welcomed the reprieve. It wasn’t until Peter spotted them walking that she remembered the torture she experienced daily. Peter quickly approached the two of them. His friends hung back, watching as they smiled to one another.

“Yo Stacey when are you going to sue Doja Cat for making a song about you?” Stacey looked at Peter with a blank expression. “Bitch I’m a cow!” Peter howled as his friends laughed. “ And who is this fine piece of ass?” Peter asked with a smile on his face. Stacey felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. She had finally found a friend but this would drive Marsha away. “Listen you limp dick loser. How about you leave Stacey alone before I kick your ass!” Marsha snapped. Peter took a step back, surprised by her outburst.

Marsha glared at Peter, the look was piercing and cold . Her orange hair seemed to glow in the sunlight . She placed a protective hand on Stacey's shoulder. Stacey felt a surge of gratitude wash over her. This was the first time anyone had ever stood up for her. Peter gulped feeling afraid at first but wanting to save face gained some courage. “I don’t think you can handle all of me” He laughed flexing his muscles. Marsha smiled and walked closer to Peter. The look of disdain intensified and Stacey could swear Marsha’s eyes were glowing. “Oh trust me tiny dick. I can easily chew you up and spit you out.” Marsha got face to face with Peter. She moved her head to his ear and whispered. “Now cum”. Peter stepped back with a look of surprise. “Ungh… how you? Ungh” he groaned as he shivered. Stacey didn’t make sense of it. Marsha pointed at Peter’s pants and shouted loudly “Ewww this pervert just pissed his pants in front of me!” Peter looked down at his pants as his face went white. He covered the stain and ran away at an alarming speed. Marsha turned to Peter’s friends as they looked on with puzzled expressions. “Anyone else want a try? No? Good boys !! Now tell your piss pants ring leader. If he dares call my friend a cow again. I’ll have him reported as a sex offender. Kay?”

They all slowly walked away.

“How did you do that?” Stacey whispered in awe. Marsha grinned, her golden-brown eyes sparkling. She shrugged modestly. "I've had practice dealing with assholes like him." They continued walking, their steps in sync. “I wish I could have done that… but thank you.” Marsha glanced at her sideways. “Do you really wish you could do that?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. Stacey hesitated for a moment, considering her words carefully. There was something about Marsha that made her feel strong and confident, almost powerful.

“Yes, I wish I could make Peter feel that kind of embarassment… every day. I want him to beg for my forgiveness and regret ever bullying me.” Stacey couldn’t believe her own words. She never spoke with so much emotion but it was like all her anger was flowing out. “I wish I had the power to make them all pay. My family, Peter, his friends. All of them!” She nearly screamed as she felt her eyes water. Stacey immediately regretted her outburst. She had always been so quiet and now she was yelling. She felt ashamed.

“I can give you all of that Stacey. I just wanted to know that You wanted it. Hey here’s my dorm come inside I have something to show you.” Marsha grabbed Stacey's hand and pulled her into the dorm. They went to Marsha's room and she showed her a picture. The picture was of a nerdy girl with brown hair, she was plain and mousy. “Remember when I said I was a ‘late bloomer’? Well that’s half of the story. That was me 6 months ago. I was like you, no confidence, never standing up for myself. Then I met her… a real life succubus. Sounds crazy right? I didn’t believe her either when she told me too. But when she said she had the power to change my life. I said fuck it what do I have to lose?”

“So you’re a succubus? So that wasn’t piss in Peter’s pants…. It was cum?” Stacey asked, actually curious. Marsha laughed, shaking her head. “Wow, you believe me already? Yeah I made Peter cum his pants. One of my many abilities besides the power to have this rocking bod.. Check this out.” Marsha took a long inhale and exhaled slowly. Flame enveloped her body and her form shrank as her clothes morphed. She was now the girl Stacey saw in the picture. She was plain and mousy but had a look of confidence that the picture didn’t. The same yellow glow of her eyes also remained.

“Holy crap…. It’s real! This is so cool. Marsha… please make me one. I’ll do anything!!” Stacey was in awe of the girl in front of her. She couldn't believe it. She had always dreamed of having powers, of standing up to the bullies, of being confident and beautiful. Marsha laughed, a genuine sound that made Stacey feel warm inside.

Marsha explained in her old form the powers of a succubus. The beauty and voice to make men and women go crazy with desire and even orgasm on command. She was warned that there was a cost. It would be nearly impossible to find true love unless meeting another succubus or incubus. The ability to change appearance in yourself and others is possible but takes a lot of energy. Her true food from now on would be sexual energy in any form. “Lastly, you have to promise me that you will pass on the gift as it was passed on to me.” Stacey nodded eagerly, her eyes shining with excitement.

“So we have a deal.” Marsha grinned, her yellow eyes sparkling. She came close to Stacey. “Time to seal it with a kiss.” Marsha lurched forward and locked lips with Stacey. The kiss was long and passionate, sending shivers down her spine. Marsha’s lips felt warm against hers as Marsha’s tongue massaged hers. Stacey moaned as she felt desire in the moment she had never experienced before. When the kiss finally ended, Marsha smiled at her.

Flames enveloped Marsha as she morphed back into the gorgeous form she was using at their first meeting. “Mmmm that was good. I choose wisely… there’s a lot of passion in you.” Before Stacey could respond she felt a strong burning sensation upon her skin. The burning got stronger to the point she fell to her knees. Stacey’s eyes got wide when she saw her skin actually burn like she was on fire. Stacey wanted to yell and scream. She wanted to blame Marsha for putting her through this agony but nothing came her mouth. Fortunately the pain was short lived as her burnt skin peeled off revealing new tan unblemished skin.

A new pleasurable sensation filled her body as she panted. She arched her back as her breasts firmed up and raised up on her chest. They were beginning to defy gravity as her shirt began to rip. She gripped her thighs as the pleasure increased. Her nails grew long and naturally manicured. She felt her hair cascade down her back as some flew into her face. Stacey gave in to the sensations as she gyrated her hips and her moans gained more volume. Stacey began to smile as she noticed Marsha was in the corner touching herself. Stacey felt her fat evaporate off her body as some of it was squeezed to other places. Her face became new as her cheekbones became thin. Her breasts became massive as her thighs kept some thickness. Her ass rounded out and gained a perfect shape. However her abdomen became flat as her body molded from round to hourglass.

Yellow flames covered Stacey’s body as a new form fitting dress covered her body. “Mmmm FUCK! I feel amazing…is that what an orgasm feels like…I want more.” She moaned as she felt herself throbbing between her legs. Her breasts were now so large they felt heavy on her chest. She reached up to touch them and let out a soft moan. The dress she was wearing shifted as she moved, showing off her curvy figure. “Damn Stacey… you are stacked!” Marsha said, licking her lips. The two of them smiled at each other as their moans kept the entire dorm building up all night.

The next day Stacey was determined to test her power by getting what she desired most … revenge.

She covered her body in tight jeans and a tight revealing top along with sandal heels. She walked through the university campus like a goddess, her hips swaying to and fro. Every man's eyes were glued to her as she walked by. Her breasts bounced enticingly with every step. She made her way to the cafeteria where she spotted Peter eating with his friends. He looked up and saw her, his eyes widened with surprise. His heart raced as he felt a strange sensation in his chest. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

Stacey sauntered over to his table, her hips moving gracefully. "Hello Peter," she purred, her voice low and seductive. His friends watched in awe as she sat down next to him. He stammered out a reply, unable to form coherent words. Stacey leaned in close, her breasts brushing against his arm. "I want you to come with me," she breathed. His heart raced even faster as he felt a heat building up inside him. He nodded dumbly, unable to resist her.

Together, they left the cafeteria and walked through the campus, Stacey's long legs carrying her swiftly. She led him to a quiet, secluded clearing where she turned to face him. With a wicked smile, she placed her hands on his chest and slowly undid the buttons of his shirt. His breath hitched as he watched her deft fingers reveal more and more of his toned skin. As his shirt fell to the ground, she stepped closer, her body pressing against his.

Stacey removed her shirt next, revealing her perfect, ample breasts to the open air. She leaned in even closer, her nipples brushing against Peter's chest. His heart thundered in his ears as he felt a strange warmth spread through his body. He could feel the heat emanating from her, feel the power that she exuded. She reached down and unbuckled his belt, then undid his pants, letting them fall to the ground. His erection sprang free, hard and throbbing.

Stacey brought a hand to the back of Peter’s neck. Peter moved forward for a kiss but Stacey put her head back. Peter got the message as he licked her nipple. Stacey put her head back and moaned as Peter continued licking. “Yes don’t stop big boy keep going.” Peter continued to play with her ample bosom as he began to taste milk. The milk was warm and sweet as Peter couldn’t stop himself. Peter drank from Stacey’s nipple for what felt like hours as it flowed freely. Peter feeling extremely full pulled off. He was conflicted as he desired more but his stomach felt full and heavy. “You don’t want any more baby?” Peter trying to fight found himself back sucking the nipples. “Hmmm they said milk does the body good but it seems it’s just making you fat.” Peter looked down and saw that his abs were gone and replaced with a round beer belly.

Peter pulled away in horror. “What did you do to me y.. you bitch!” He shouted, his belly jiggling as he did so. Stacey merely laughed, finding his new appearance quite amusing. “Ohh this is so good. Revenge turns me on so much.” Stacey rubbed her crotch and teased her nipples. Peter, unable to resist, began sucking again. “Yes that’s it Peter. Make me mmmm yes! Make it count! This is the last time you’ll ever have the chance to mmm make a www…woman Cum!” Peter spurted hot seed from his manhood at the word as his cock was under her command. Peter groaned as the reaction was too violent to give him pleasure. He collapsed on his back with milk dribbling down his chin. He felt weak and helpless as his arms and legs lost their musculature. Looking up in a daze he asked “Who are you?”

Stacey knelt beside him and whispered in his ear. Peter’s eyes filled with terror as he looked at her. She looked down at him and smiled. She whispered in his ear again as he ejaculated once again and passed out.

When campus security found him unconscious and naked covered in fluids near the girls dorm. It was immediately recommended he be expelled for repeated sexual deviant behavior. Peter hardly spoke or went out in public again. Peter’s friends suspected the gorgeous girl Peter was last seen with did something to him. However, when any of them would ask him “who did this to you?” He would tremble with tears in his eyes trying to say a name but all that would come out was his mouth “mooooooooo”.