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Rise of the Goth

Victoria had been having issues at school, really she had been having issues since she was a kid, always feeling out of place. Not fitting in where others would easily be apart of a crowd. Sure she knew that was high school but now in college it almost felt like the same thing. She attended one of the states largest schools, it had a huge campus, over 25k students attending, so she had to feel like something was there for her. And she thought she had found it, she started in a few clubs, met some really amazing people, and even started to date this nice guy. They were happy for 4 months, the longest she had ever been with someone. And until a week ago that was the best thing for her. Then her former bully from school, Amber had started to seem to be circling around her more. She noticed Amber on her way to classes, hanging around dorms and she had no clue why. Until one afternoon she was walking out of class and saw Amber making out with a guy, it was more than making out, Amber was straddling the guy on a bench and kissing him, it was so close to being lewd. Then she noticed his shirt, it was a shirt she had bought her boyfriend, then Amber flipped her hair back and she saw him, her boyfriend happily cupping Amber's tits and looking up at her with the goofy grin. Victoria screamed, Josh looked over in a shock, he pushed Amber to the side, stumbling to get to her, he was trying to explain, trying to tell her it wasn't what she thought. Josh was followed by Amber who pulled out her phone to show a weeks worth of pictures of her and Josh. Victoria started to put things together. She screamed again and stormed off. There was a laughter that just lingered in Victoria's head, the laughter of Amber, the bitchy, spoil, self centered laughter and it burned into her. 2 days she ghosted calls from Josh, she never wanted to hear his voice again, never wanted to see his face, or feel his touch. She hated him, she hated him for giving into the blonde menace. And she wanted revenge on her. She felt anger, she felt hate, and until she could calm down it boiled inside her. Another 2 days and Josh finally got the hint, he stopped calling, he unfriended her on all socials. Victoria could only sit and watch as her world started to fall apart. She had what she thought was everything and now she had nothing. Then the dreams started. The first night of dreams it was just blackness. The second night, was blackness but she felt like something was moving around her. She woke up in a cold sweat. Night three, she heard laughter around her, walking around her, stalking her. She screamed into the darkness and whatever it was laughed back more. Night four, she felt nothing, she was alone in the dark. Night five, she felt the presence again. Night six, she could feel something touch her but she turned to look and it was gone. Night seven, was when she saw something emerge from the dark.

"What are you?" The voice was weird, like someone talking in water, "I am desire, I am darkness, I am here to help, if you wish it." "Why would you help me?" "Why wouldn't I? You are hurt, you are in pain, and I can help ease your pain and suffering." "How would you do that?" "I'd give you the means to help yourself, to transfer that pain to someone else." "I wouldn't wanna do that. No one deserves to be hurt. Can't you just take the pain away?" "Like energy or matter, it can not be destroyed it can be changed or exchanged." Victoria was listening but not really understanding, she tried to follow along but said "I guess." "Who hurt you?" "My boyfriend, that slut Amber." "And what if I could help you hurt your boyfriend, and make Amber never be able to hurt you again?" She bit her lip, thinking about this, she could feel her heart racing. "Has this been you the whole time in my dreams?" "Yes and no, my family, they have tried to visit, but only the one of use who could help would be the one you could see," the being said, lying to her of course. But in Victoria's state of sadness and anger she would believe almost anything. "Fine if I let you help me, what will happen?" "You just have to wake up, and you will see some changes in your life and then some more changes over the next day and then we can talk about your ex and your friend." "Amber isn't my friend." "Of course, my mistake, now are we agreed?" "Yes fine." The being reached out to shake her hand, Victoria took it, felt a burning sensation in her palm and gasped as she woke up. The sun was out and she looked around, "what the fuck" she said then heard her voice, it was different, more sultry and alluring. She looked down and noticed her body was different.

Her breasts had grown, and there were tattoos on her arms, her hips were a little wider and she had an ass, not a flat one but actual curves. It was amazing, she was excited. What she should have been was scared at the fact something was able to change her like this. But this wasn't what was on her mind. What was on her mind was revenge. She started think of a plan, she could go after her ex, but Josh would be too easy to ruin, the minute she called, he would come running to talk to her, to apologize. She knew that wouldn't be too much fun. Instead she set her sights on Amber, that would be more of a hunt, something worthwhile and someone who would be torn down to the very ground she thought she owned just for being alive. She had a feeling by tonight she would be ready. Across Campus

Amber was in the sorority house getting ready for another beautiful day. She had blonde hair, big tits and the perfect look for luring men into her grasp. She did it all through high school and even more in college. She had 3 different boyfriends, all who would give her anything she wanted just because she hot and they could be around one of the hottest girls on campus. Of course they didn't know she was dating other guys, some of the sorority sisters knew of course but to them they thought it was funny how easily Amber could control men. She rolled over in her bed, and texted each of the guys, telling them she was awake, telling them she wanted to go shopping today to buy some surprise naughty stuff for their upcoming dates. Each one sent her at least 100 bucks, because that's what she asked for. Josh sent her 150 because he was the newest guy she was seeing and he was trying to make her want him, he was worried after his last girlfriend and him broke up that Amber was going to dump him too, so he sent more to make sure she was staying with him. Amber laughed at all these boys sending money. She got out of bed and started to get ready to go shopping, she wasn't spending her money of course, which made it so much more fun. Across Campus

Hours later and Victoria was feeling herself changing more. It was thrilling, she was becoming hotter, and felt like she was becoming more powerful as well. She moved in front of the mirror and smirked at her new look.

She found her clothes changed, new tattoos formed and everything just gave her a new look on life. Victoria that girl who was walked all over was gone. Vicki was here to stay. She felt this weird sense of knowledge in her mind, that Amber was leaving to go to the mall, she also seemed to know Josh was at his dorm hard at work. She licked her lips, a trip to the mall was in order. Her prey was going to be there. At the mall, Vicki could sense Amber now, she was close. It only took her a few minutes to start to shadow her. Walking through the halls, no one seemed to notice the hot gothic chick stalking this bubbly sorority slut. All eyes were on Amber of course. Rage filled Vicki and she knew the time to strike was now. Amber was walking into a dressing room, Vicki moved in behind her, pushing her against the wall. "What the fuck, you bitch get off me." Vicki's eyes blackened for a second, "No, you're mine," and leaned in and kissed Amber. Vicki felt Amber fight back against the kiss for about a second or two before she started to kiss back. Amber moaned as Vicki moved back and smiled. "Who are you?" Amber asked, feeling light headed, looking at the woman who forced her into a kiss. Vicki smiled, something wicked in her heart and she stared "I am your new mistress, you can fight it, but in a few days you will be all mine." "Fuck you," she said but there was no real feeling behind it, Amber couldn't seem to put the normal strong emotion behind the yell. She pushed past the gothic girl and ran out to her car to head back to the sorority. Amber couldn't stop thinking of the girl, she didn't even know the chick's name, she wanted to call the cops, wanted to claim assault but would anyone believe it? She was so upset she cancelled her date with Derek, and texted the other 2 guys that she wasn't feeling that well and that she would be turning in early and not to text her until she texted them back. She talked to the sisters in the group chat, saying she was feeling ill and wouldn't be able to do her mandatory chores tonight and maybe tomorrow but she would take over for another girl if they were willing to swap for a few days. A couple girls agreed and Amber rolled over into a deep sleep for the night. The next day Amber woke up in a sweat, the goth girl kissing her, just played over and over in her mind. She went over to find some meds to help her relax when she saw herself in the mirror.

Amber was shocked. Tattoos, dark hair, what the fuck was happening to her. This wasn't who she was. She brought her fingers up to her lips, touching them as she kept thinking about the kiss, and noticed her nails were black too. She wanted to scream, wanted to yell but something in her mind kept saying she was Mistress's Toy. Amber was even more scared, thoughts of being with another girl were never something she wanted but now thinking of the goth girl was getting her wet. She wanted to be touched, held, kissed by her Mistress.....no she couldn't think like that, she wasn't like that. That wasn't her. She had to stay hidden in her room, away from people, this will go away, or she would have to figure out what was happening to her. She pulled out her laptop and started to look up things. Trying to figure this out. Later that Evening

The music at the club was thumping. The bass was beating through the bodies of all the people on the dance floor. Vicki was dancing but off to the side, she was watching the crowd. She was waiting to see the man she texted earlier. She had texted Josh, telling him she was going to be at the club, which was a shock to him, but she said this was his one chance to talk to her.

Of course she was never going to talk to him, at least not as Victoria, that version of her was gone. What she was going to do was flirt with him, tease him. He wouldn't have any clue who she was. She was going to make him obsessed with her but was never going to let him have her. It wasn't that difficult either, he was like a moth to the flame as soon as she winked at him from the side of the room. There were already a lot guys eyeing her up and down, but when he was winked at, he thought she was into him. She laughed as she kept flirting with other guys knowing how easy it was to break him. It wasn't even going to take her a night. Another wink and Josh had sent her a drink. Another wink and he meekly walked over to talk to her. She walked away with another guy, but kept eye contact like she was showing that she wasn't into the well dressed man. Josh had no clue he was on her hook and that thrilled her even more. After teasing close to a dozen men that night, Vicki headed home, feeling aroused from all the sexual frustration she had caused all these men. She laid in bed, wondering how her real prize was coming. She would know by tomorrow. THE NEXT DAY

Amber woke up the next day, she looked around, and felt out of place in the sorority house. She stood up and got dressed, it was dark out and the room was pitch black. She finally turned on the light and saw her newself. She blinked and had it been a mere 2 hours prior her mind would have still been its former self, now she was merely a toy. She moved to the mirror and took a selfie, and sent it to a number that she seemed to know.

She sent a message. "Mistress, your toy is ready, how do I look?" Vicki got the message, staring at the new gothic beauty. She smiled, "Such a good toy, come to Mistress." Amber got up, walking out the room and out of the sorority house, she knew in her mind and body where to go. It took her about 20 mins to walk there but soon she arrived. Vicki smiled, "You look perfect my dear." "Thank you," she bowed and stepped part Vicki into the house, starting a new life as a toy to be used.

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Did you ever finish the helping dad stories?

i did not....i tried but i never could figure out in my mind how to go with it ...sorry

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Finally finished it AGAIN, after tumblr didnt post it all, please reread it all, i hope you like it.

Kelly had just gotten off work, she worked in a retail store in the mall, the place over recent months had become more dead, though it was frustrating to watch the decline of the store, she knew the money was decent and she only had a few more classes to finish her degree. She talked to her boyfriend Seth as she walked to the food court to grab a quick sandwich, she ate it quick and went to the bathroom to wash her hands before heading home. She told Seth she would talk to him when she got home.

As she walked out of the bathroom she didn’t see the tall man in black step out of the shadows and walk up behind her. She felt a small prick in her neck and the world started to go black.

30 mins later she started to come to, she was strapped down on what looked like a gurney in the back of a van, she looked around, it was fuzzy, she wasn’t wearing her glasses, she mumbled, “where am” was all she could say her voice was slurred.

The man in the back of the van with her, looked down, “wake huh, let’s give you the next dose.” He pulled out a needle and looked at her, tapping it, the needle had the number 2 on it. She felt the prick in her arm, and then blackness started to rapidly come for her again.

Kelly woke up again, she looked around the room, she could see the room looked like a lab of some sorts, there was tables, and machines, monitors as well as a large mirror across from her. She couldn’t see in it because the angle of the mirror was tilted from where she was. She did notice something she was standing, she tried to move but found herself locked in place, she thought maybe it was a drug or something or her being restrained still. She also realized after a few minutes of trying to look around, she couldn’t move her neck but her eyesight was normal, she wasn’t wearing glasses but could see clearly now.

A man walked in, he was in his late 40s maybe early 50s, he looked like a doctor. He smiled at her “good morning,” he said in a pleasant tone. “Name?”

She wanted to tell him to go fuck himself and to let her out of here but she heard herself “Model 25.”

“Good, previous name?”

“Kelly Armstrong.”

“Excellent, you are starting off beautifully” he said starting to walk around her. “Arms up.”

Without hesitation her arms went up into the air, then she heard him say down and her arms went down. She realized she wasn’t restrained, but if that was the case she could run, she could leave but she was finding it impossible.

He looked at her “I am sure you have questions, so go ahead you are allowed to ask, I will answer what I can.”

“Where am I?”

“In a conversion lab.”

“What is happening to me?”

“You are being converted into our newest model.”

“You can’t do this, I have friends, I have a boyfriend, they will come for me.”

He looked at her and a small chuckle came from him, “Of course, don’t worry in time you won’t be bothered by that.” He walked over and pulled the mirror slightly to the side, she could see herself now. She looked the same, but she was naked, she blushed at the fact she was standing naked in front of a man and it wasn’t even bothering her. She noticed her skin around her neck and down her arms was looking slightly shiny, and that her body hair, well her trimmed bush was gone. Before she could say anything else, “Shutdown 25.” Her mind started to go black.

*****

It had been 3 days since Kelly went missing, Seth had made calls to her friends, to her work, to her parents, no one had seen her. He went to the cops after the first day she was missing and they filed a report. On day 3 he went to her apartment, the detective had called him, they had gotten access to her apartment, when Seth showed up, he was stunned to find the apartment cleared out, completely empty of everything. There was nothing left, even the walls looked like they had been painted over. The detective told Seth that this happens all the time, girlfriends up and leave, disappear to get away from something bad. Seth tried to explain she was happy, was in school, loved her family, she would have never just left. The detective shrugged saying maybe he didn’t know her that well.

*****

Kelly woke up again, in the same room, the man appearing from around the room behind her again.

“Name?”

“Model 25, if you are the owner, you can designate a Name for the unit.” She was shocked to hear herself answer like that, so coldly.

“Former name?”

“Kelly.”

“No surname?”

She was silent, she had a surname right, she knew what it was, she had to know what it was. But she stayed silent as she watched the smile on the man walking around her.

He told her to do things, move around, raise and lower arms and legs, rotate neck, open mouth. Then when she was back in the same position, he moved the mirror and she was stunned to see her body. Her skin was slightly darker, like if she had a constant tan, her skin was also looking more glossy. She noticed her hips looked wider and her stomach was tighter looking. She wanted to yell, wanted to ask him to save her get her out of here but she couldn’t seem to move. Then he said “Shutdown 25,” and her world went black again.

*****

It had been almost 10 days since she was missing, the news did a report it was a 2 minute segment that was quickly forgotten in the constantly insane world news cycle. No one was really going to care about one missing woman. Even the detective called him to say that even though they weren’t closing the case, that it was becoming an inactive file with no leads. They would keep in touch if they heard anything about her from anyone across the country.

*****

She opened her eyes, the man smiling at her “Name”

“Model 25.”

“Former name?”

“Model 25.”

“Excellent, your mental progress has come along nicely, percentage of conversion?”

“57.62%”

“Perfect.”

She moved around under orders, feeling more sway in her hips, jiggle in her ass and even more bounce in her tits. She couldn’t seem to look down at herself. The man moved the mirror again and she was shocked how different she looked. Her breasts which she vaguely remembered as B cups seemed to be nearing DD range, her ass was huge. What was happening to her, how was this possible?

“Subroutine Club dancing,” she heard him say.

It was like something clicked into her head, she started swaying to music in her head, she looked at him, he was a man, she started to move to him dancing, being seductive, feeling herself becoming aroused around him. She wanted to fuck him, her whole body wanted him.

“Reposition to start.”

She stopped dancing and moved back to the spot she woke up at, she realized how nice it felt to move, it felt so natural to move her hips to music, to grind and show off her body.

“Shutdown 25,” and her thoughts left as she went black.

*****

It had been 3 weeks since Kelly had gone missing, Seth was struggling, her family was pissed at him, and when they had a “funeral” for her, he was asked not to attend the funeral. He was drinking a bit more, and struggling mentally.

*****

She opened her eyes, the man in the coat smiled at her “Good morning, name?”

“Model 25.”

“Good, now today I need you to follow me, down the hall to a room, we are going to be filming you today. So I am activating your human subroutine so you can act like a human.”

“Acknowledged,” as she started to blink feeling good, feeling different. She looked at him “I feel good,” she said her voice now even more sultry and seductive sounding.

“I’m glad, let’s go.”

She started to follow him out of the room and down the halls. Left, right, right, left again, she barely focused but was sure she could easily remember where she was going. He walked her into a room that was set up with cameras and different things, she smiled as people waved at her, she waved back. The man in the coat smiled “you are going to end up dancing and trying to look good for the camera, please listen and adapt to what they want.”

She walked farther in, greeting people, no one seemed to act like she wasn’t human it was nice. There was a small part of her in her mind screaming but soon she was able to ignore it. She was told they wanted her to dance and act out some things and she did it. After about an hour, feeling more human than ever the man with coat came over, “ok return to start and shut down.”

She nodded and headed off, back down the halls, she started to notice numbers on all the rooms, 100s of numbers. She passed one door that was open, she looked inside, seeing a girl struggling and yelling, she was standing there in front of a man with a coat, screaming that her name was Stacy.

She finally got back to her room, number 25 on the door. The door was shut, she leaned into an eye scanner, it scanned her eye and the door opened for her. She walked into the room, the room was completely dark but she had no issue finding the exact spot to stand, then she went dark again.

******

Seth was about to lose everything, he barely went to work, he wasn’t paying his bills, all he did was sit and drink and think about Kelly. It was about 2am and he was getting up from a drunken stupor to go pee when the show he was watching from the 80s went to commercial. He barely was listening to the announcer, but stopped cold in his tracks, staring at the image on the screen. It was of a girl dancing.

Seth stared at the screen, Kelly was so different. Her body, her moves, she was like a walking porn star. He was stunned but he couldn’t stop staring he knew no matter what she looked like, her eyes were the same. This was his girlfriend, the love of his life. He stared watching the screen, then it said Model 25 was available for purchase. He had no clue what it meant but he had to find out about whatever company was selling this model and he would find his Kelly there.

*****

2 weeks later her eyes opened to see the man in the coat again “Good morning, name?”

“Model 25.”

“Excellent, please look at me in the eyes and tell me your state of conversion.”

She leaned in and he saw what he was hoping to see, her eyes had fully changed, she was another one of the Bim-bots they were selling, then her sultry voice “100%”

“Good good, I’ve got better news, you have been sold, you have an owner now.”

A warm feeling flooded through her, she was going to be owned, it was her purpose.

“He wants you to be his flirty tease and a very sexually needy trophy girlfriend, he wants to to tease other men, only want you and be clingy that it makes it seem you want him to fuck you constantly. We will be updating your profile and your name he requested is Jasmine.”

“Acknowledged.”

“Name?”

“Jasmine” she purred.

“Perfect, now shutdown, we will do the finer adjustments and you will be at his house in days.”

Her world went black again.

*****

No one believed Seth, but he had to figure this out, he found the company’s website and was sure that they would have information on her. But then after a week he found out her profile was greyed out and she was “sold”, and he was devastated but he knew she was alive and that was driving him.

He reaffirmed himself at work, making sure to get his life around and make the money he needed, he was going to find her and if he had to buy her, he hoped.

He was at work doing some med level tasks but he was also surfing the dark web to talk to people who might have information on her. He didn’t notice that movement in the office, the managers starting to look nicer as the owner of the company, the big boss was showing up. The man owned buildings and businesses all over the world and today he was coming to their little office building.

The elevator dinged and two people were met, the men were chatting and bragging to the owner about all their growth and achievements while the younger guys in the cubicles around the office could only talk about one thing, her. The woman cuddling up against the 53 year old man. She was a fucking bombshell. She walked next to him in a skin tight dress and heels. One guy looked at Seth, “dude check her out, fuck whatever her name was she left you, check out this piece of ass.”

Seth looked up and then looked back down at the computer, it took him seconds and he stood up in shock. “Kelly!” He screamed

Some people turned to look at the man who had been such a hermit as of late as he bounded over desks and chairs, grabbing the woman by the arm “Kelly, it’s me Seth.”

She looked at him, looking down at him like he was trash, “my name is Jasmine,” she said as she tugged her arm away.

The owner looked at him, giving him a look of death and destruction. Seth’s boss moved him back, warning him that this guy paid his salary. He called out to Kelly one more time, breaking into sobs.

The woman was back in the arms of her man. Back into his safe grasp. She looked back to the poor fool starting to cry. And for one second, Seth and her locked eyes, he had hope that his love was there, but then her stare turned to wicked hate and the flipped her hair back no longer paying the boy attention.

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Kelly had just gotten off work, she worked in a retail store in the mall, the place over recent months had become more dead, though it was frustrating to watch the decline of the store, she knew the money was decent and she only had a few more classes to finish her degree. She talked to her boyfriend Seth as she walked to the food court to grab a quick sandwich, she ate it quick and went to the bathroom to wash her hands before heading home. She told Seth she would talk to him when she got home.

As she walked out of the bathroom she didn’t see the tall man in black step out of the shadows and walk up behind her. She felt a small prick in her neck and the world started to go black.

30 mins later she started to come to, she was strapped down on what looked like a gurney in the back of a van, she looked around, it was fuzzy, she wasn’t wearing her glasses, she mumbled, “where am” was all she could say her voice was slurred.

The man in the back of the van with her, looked down, “wake huh, let’s give you the next dose.” He pulled out a needle and looked at her, tapping it, the needle had the number 2 on it. She felt the prick in her arm, and then blackness started to rapidly come for her again.

Kelly woke up again, she looked around the room, she could see the room looked like a lab of some sorts, there was tables, and machines, monitors as well as a large mirror across from her. She couldn’t see in it because the angle of the mirror was tilted from where she was. She did notice something she was standing, she tried to move but found herself locked in place, she thought maybe it was a drug or something or her being restrained still. She also realized after a few minutes of trying to look around, she couldn’t move her neck but her eyesight was normal, she wasn’t wearing glasses but could see clearly now.

A man walked in, he was in his late 40s maybe early 50s, he looked like a doctor. He smiled at her “good morning,” he said in a pleasant tone. “Name?”

She wanted to tell him to go fuck himself and to let her out of here but she heard herself “Model 25.”

“Good, previous name?”

“Kelly Armstrong.”

“Excellent, you are starting off beautifully” he said starting to walk around her. “Arms up.”

Without hesitation her arms went up into the air, then she heard him say down and her arms went down. She realized she wasn’t restrained, but if that was the case she could run, she could leave but she was finding it impossible.

He looked at her “I am sure you have questions, so go ahead you are allowed to ask, I will answer what I can.”

“Where am I?”

“In a conversion lab.”

“What is happening to me?”

“You are being converted into our newest model.”

“You can’t do this, I have friends, I have a boyfriend, they will come for me.”

He looked at her and a small chuckle came from him, “Of course, don’t worry in time you won’t be bothered by that.” He walked over and pulled the mirror slightly to the side, she could see herself now. She looked the same, but she was naked, she blushed at the fact she was standing naked in front of a man and it wasn’t even bothering her. She noticed her skin around her neck and down her arms was looking slightly shiny, and that her body hair, well her trimmed bush was gone. Before she could say anything else, “Shutdown 25.” Her mind started to go black.

*****

It had been 3 days since Kelly went missing, Seth had made calls to her friends, to her work, to her parents, no one had seen her. He went to the cops after the first day she was missing and they filed a report. On day 3 he went to her apartment, the detective had called him, they had gotten access to her apartment, when Seth showed up, he was stunned to find the apartment cleared out, completely empty of everything. There was nothing left, even the walls looked like they had been painted over. The detective told Seth that this happens all the time, girlfriends up and leave, disappear to get away from something bad. Seth tried to explain she was happy, was in school, loved her family, she would have never just left. The detective shrugged saying maybe he didn’t know her that well.

*****

Kelly woke up again, in the same room, the man appearing from around the room behind her again.

“Name?”

“Model 25, if you are the owner, you can designate a Name for the unit.” She was shocked to hear herself answer like that, so coldly.

“Former name?”

“Kelly.”

“No surname?”

She was silent, she had a surname right, she knew what it was, she had to know what it was. But she stayed silent as she watched the smile on the man walking around her.

He told her to do things, move around, raise and lower arms and legs, rotate neck, open mouth. Then when she was back in the same position, he moved the mirror and she was stunned to see her body. Her skin was slightly darker, like if she had a constant tan, her skin was also looking more glossy. She noticed her hips looked wider and her stomach was tighter looking. She wanted to yell, wanted to ask him to save her get her out of here but she couldn’t seem to move. Then he said “Shutdown 25,” and her world went black again.

*****

It had been almost 10 days since she was missing, the news did a report it was a 2 minute segment that was quickly forgotten in the constantly insane world news cycle. No one was really going to care about one missing woman. Even the detective called him to say that even though they weren’t closing the case, that it was becoming an inactive file with no leads. They would keep in touch if they heard anything about her from anyone across the country.

*****

She opened her eyes, the man smiling at her “Name”

“Model 25.”

“Former name?”

“Model 25.”

“Excellent, your mental progress has come along nicely, percentage of conversion?”

“57.62%”

“Perfect.”

She moved around under orders, feeling more sway in her hips, jiggle in her ass and even more bounce in her tits. She couldn’t seem to look down at herself. The man moved the mirror again and she was shocked how different she looked. Her breasts which she vaguely remembered as B cups seemed to be nearing DD range, her ass was huge. What was happening to her, how was this possible?

“Subroutine Club dancing,” she heard him say.

It was like something clicked into her head, she started swaying to music in her head, she looked at him, he was a man, she started to move to him dancing, being seductive, feeling herself becoming aroused around him. She wanted to fuck him, her whole body wanted him.

“Reposition to start.”

She stopped dancing and moved back to the spot she woke up at, she realized how nice it felt to move, it felt so natural to move her hips to music, to grind and show off her body.

“Shutdown 25,” and her thoughts left as she went black.

*****

It had been 3 weeks since Kelly had gone missing, Seth was struggling, her family was pissed at him, and when they had a “funeral” for her, he was asked not to attend the funeral. He was drinking a bit more, and struggling mentally.

*****

She opened her eyes, the man in the coat smiled at her “Good morning, name?”

“Model 25.”

“Good, now today I need you to follow me, down the hall to a room, we are going to be filming you today. So I am activating your human subroutine so you can act like a human.”

“Acknowledged,” as she started to blink feeling good, feeling different. She looked at him “I feel good,” she said her voice now even more sultry and seductive sounding.

“I’m glad, let’s go.”

She started to follow him out of the room and down the halls. Left, right, right, left again, she barely focused but was sure she could easily remember where she was going. He walked her into a room that was set up with cameras and different things, she smiled as people waved at her, she waved back. The man in the coat smiled “you are going to end up dancing and trying to look good for the camera, please listen and adapt to what they want.”

She walked farther in, greeting people, no one seemed to act like she wasn’t human it was nice. There was a small part of her in her mind screaming but soon she was able to ignore it. She was told they wanted her to dance and act out some things and she did it. After about an hour, feeling more human than ever the man with coat came over, “ok return to start and shut down.”

She nodded and headed off, back down the halls, she started to notice numbers on all the rooms, 100s of numbers. She passed one door that was open, she looked inside, seeing a girl struggling and yelling, she was standing there in front of a man with a coat, screaming that her name was Stacy.

She finally got back to her room, number 25 on the door. The door was shut, she leaned into an eye scanner, it scanned her eye and the door opened for her. She walked into the room, the room was completely dark but she had no issue finding the exact spot to stand, then she went dark again.

******

Seth was about to lose everything, he barely went to work, he wasn’t paying his bills, all he did was sit and drink and think about Kelly. It was about 2am and he was getting up from a drunken stupor to go pee when the show he was watching from the 80s went to commercial. He barely was listening to the announcer, but stopped cold in his tracks, staring at the image on the screen. It was of a girl dancing.

Seth stared at the screen, Kelly was so different. Her body, her moves, she was like a walking porn star. He was stunned but he couldn’t stop staring he knew no matter what she looked like, her eyes were the same. This was his girlfriend, the love of his life. He stared watching the screen, then it said Model 25 was available for purchase. He had no clue what it meant but he had to find out about whatever company was selling this model and he would find his Kelly there.

*****

2 weeks later her eyes opened to see the man in the coat again “Good morning, name?”

“Model 25.”

“Excellent, please look at me in the eyes and tell me your state of conversion.”

She leaned in and he saw what he was hoping to see, her eyes had fully changed, she was another one of the Bim-bots they were selling, then her sultry voice “100%”

“Good good, I’ve got better news, you have been sold, you have an owner now.”

A warm feeling flooded through her, she was going to be owned, it was her purpose.

“He wants you to be his flirty tease and a very sexually needy trophy girlfriend, he wants to to tease other men, only want you and be clingy that it makes it seem you want him to fuck you constantly. We will be updating your profile and your name he requested is Jasmine.”

“Acknowledged.”

“Name?”

“Jasmine” she purred.

“Perfect, now shutdown, we will do the finer adjustments and you will be at his house in days.”

Her world went black again.

*****

No one believed Seth, but he had to figure this out, he found the company’s website and was sure that they would have information on her. But then after a week he found out her profile was greyed out and she was “sold”, and he was devastated but he knew she was alive and that was driving him.

He reaffirmed himself at work, making sure to get his life around and make the money he needed, he was going to find her and if he had to buy her, he hoped.

He was at work doing some med level tasks but he was also surfing the dark web to talk to people who might have information on her. He didn’t notice that movement in the office, the managers starting to look nicer as the owner of the company, the big boss was showing up. The man owned buildings and businesses all over the world and today he was coming to their little office building.

The elevator dinged and two people were met, the men were chatting and bragging to the owner about all their growth and achievements while the younger guys in the cubicles around the office could only talk about one thing, her. The woman cuddling up against the 53 year old man. She was a fucking bombshell. She walked next to him in a skin tight dress and heels. One guy looked at Seth, “dude check her out, fuck whatever her name was she left you, check out this piece of ass.”

Seth looked up and then looked back down at the computer, it took him seconds and he stood up in shock. “Kelly!” He screamed

Some people turned to look at the man who had been such a hermit as of late as he bounded over desks and chairs, grabbing the woman by the arm “Kelly, it’s me Seth.”

She looked at him, looking down at him like he was trash, “my name is Jasmine,” she said as she tugged her arm away.

The owner looked at him, giving him a look of death and destruction. Seth’s boss moved him back, warning him that this guy paid his salary. He called out to Kelly one more time, breaking into sobs.

The woman was back in the arms of her man. Back into his safe grasp. She looked back to the poor fool starting to cry. And for one second, Seth and her locked eyes, he had hope that his love was there, but then her stare turned to wicked hate and the flipped her hair back no longer paying the boy attention.

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Fucking hot

BLAME HER, NOT ME

PART 1: ASCENSION

It was Jim's curse to always be used by other people because he was too nice. He was one of life's push-overs.

As his once loving ex-girlfriend threw his bags out into the street and laughed nastily as his former best-friend pushed past him with an arrogant grin to walk inside... he was left cold and empty on the street.

"You can keep your keys loser, we've changed the locks anyway," giggled Izzy as Liam slid an arm round her waist and gave her a deep sloppy kiss.

"Mmmmh, sorry dude. Your girl is mine now. Blame her... not me. She is such a good fuck and led me astray."

"Mmmh you know I am. Take me inside and do me right now. My pussy is dripping wet having finally dumped this loser. Fuck me doggy style in the bed he used to share with me."

Laughing the evil couple headed inside slamming the door and leaving Jim standing in the street, his keys still in his hand.

Jim felt a curious mix of helplessness and rage. He had always been resigned to being too nice for his own good, but for a while with Izzy he thought he'd finally met someone who loved him. She'd turned out to be cruel and evil, just using him whilst she rebounded from her last relationship. When she'd met Liam, his hot sporty friend, sparks had flown. Now he'd lost a friend and a lover.

Blame her, not me.

That reminded him of something. Something he'd tried to resist until now.

Jim looked down at the keys in his hand. His eyes were drawn to one key different to the rest. It was made of a dull black metal and was curiously fashioned. This key opened no lock, it was a different kind of key.

This key opened up potential. Evil potential. That was why he had never used it... and yet... here it still was on his key ring. He'd always told himself he kept it because it served as a temptation to resist, a challenge to overcome. The allure of easy power and revenge took character to overcome. It took grit... but maybe there were other darker reasons he had never thrown it away.

He had been given the key two years ago by a blonde girl he had helped out of a jam at great personal cost to himself. She'd used him just like everyone else, then mocked him and taking some form of pity on him given him the key, telling him when he was finally tired of being a loser he could use the key and change his life. The key would blacken his soul... give him a new life... unlock the evil potential within him.

All he had to do was hold it in his hands and say 'loser, loser, looooser,' in a mocking tone and he would be transformed. He'd sworn he would never use it.

My pussy is dripping wet dumping this loser.

Jim felt his teeth grind and a snarl appear on his face. He was tired of being a door mat. He wanted to hurt Izzy and Liam... but he knew he wasn't strong enough to do it.

"Loser," he spat, holding the key tightly, "loser... looooser!"

Jim regretted what he'd done almost instantly... but it was too late. The key in his hand glowed and he gasped as the world spun around him and changed. No... he was the one changing and it felt amazing.

The key floated out of his hand and leapt to his neck. Instantly a black choker formed and it hung there like a dominatrixes chastity key, bouncing as his bones popped and his body writhed.

"What's uhhhh happening to meee?" wailed Jim as his body shrank and grew slimmer and more feminine shaped. Wide hips popped out and a shapely ass slowly inflated as his boys clothes hung baggy on his now feminine frame.

"Fuckkkk I feel goooood."

Soft pink lips parted in a wicked pout as Jim ripped the glasses from his face and threw them to the ground. His sneakers became black stiletto boots and with a giggle he crushed his glasses beneath them, giggling in pleasure as he heard them crunch.

His vision was perfect now... dark, wicked, hypnotic eyes gazing out on the world. He wouldn't be needing to wear those again.

Jim's stance shifted and he adopted a confident feminine posture. His other clothing began to change as he shook free his hair and felt it cascade down his shoulders and back in a elegant femme-fatale style.

A tight black corset crushed in Jim's waist and long black gloves ran down his arms. Beneath the sheer material, his short fingernails became sharp and manicured... perfect lacquered tips extending into points.

Jim purred as his hands went to his chest and he sighed in satisfaction as his chest began to swell. It felt good to feel his womanly breasts growing on his chest even as his useless dick began to slither away to nothing between his legs.

"This feels soooo much better," sniggered Jim as he stretched and felt the pull of his perfect body, toned muscles and smooth skin. He felt like a Goddess.

No... SHE felt like a Goddess.

As perfect makeup shimmered into place and the smell of expensive perfume rose from her skin, the woman who had been Jim felt her face relax into an evil bitchy expression of dominance and power.

Cruel twisted thoughts flowed through her mind as useless emotions such as kindness and helpfulness were replaced with new ideas such as selfishness and narcissism.

Genevieve smiled as she admired herself in a nearby car mirror. She was perfection personified... the very model of the evil feminine trope that no man could resist. Slender, elegant, cruel and dominant she commanded attention just by existing.

She played with the key above her perfect breasts... it was now white and pure, polarised by the transformation. If she just said the phrase no doubt she'd turn back into Jim.

She took off the key and slid it safely into her handbag.

Mistress Genevieve or Lady Genevieve would suit her very well. She needed to be spoiled, she needed to have power. But most of all she needed revenge on those who had wronged her.

Not because she cared what had happened to Jim... not because it mattered... but simply because it would be so much fun to put Izzy and Liam in their place.

Just because she could.

Laughing a rich evil laugh and winking at an embarrassed older man who she caught staring at her in lust, Goddess Genevive turned and walked with a clop of heels into her new existence as an evil manipulative bitch.

***

PART 2: REVENGE

THREE MONTHS LATER

Liam yawned lazily, stroking Izzy's long blonde hair fondly as they lay together naked and entangled. They were both sheened with sweat after another marathon fuck session. Discarded condoms lay around the room.

Liam grinned. How the fuck had Jim ever kept this insatiable bitch satisfied?

"Ughhh I should get up and get ready for work," yawned Izzy.

"Really? I thought you could do whatever you wanted now you and the business manager are in cahoots."

"Shhhh. I wish I'd never told you about that. Fiddling the accounts is kind of illegal but luckily the idiot sent me pics of his dick after being drunk at a party so now I own his ass."

She picked up a Gucci handbag. "Which has its benefits. Still I better show up and make it look like I'm working."

Liam slapped her ass and she walked off giggling heading to the shower. He opened his phone and browsed social media. He'd catch up with some news and then maybe hit the gym.

Going into his secure folder, Liam checked his Tinder profile and other sex apps almost from habit. Izzy was currently making him very happy but he still liked to play the field. After all, she'd cheated on Jim so who was to say she wouldn't betray him too?

He sighed as he thought of Jim. The guy had gone missing months ago after the break up and no one had seen him. He hoped he was okay and hadn't thrown himself off a bridge or something.

As he scrolled, he noticed he had a push notification.

Goddess Genevive? Who was that?

Opening the app, he whistled appreciatively. Wow, she was hot. Hitting subscribe he began to scroll her page....

***

SIX MONTHS LATER

Knocking nervously on the door to the hotel room, Liam checked the address again and felt his heart hammering in his chest.

He'd never done anything like this before and yet he had never been so excited. He was beginning to wonder if he was a sex addict or was just seriously fucked up. It felt like for the last three months his life had begun to spin apart.

First he'd stolen Izzy from his best mate (who no one had seen in six months now) and then he'd found himself in thrall to a woman who he had only ever met online after a chance encounter.

"Come in."

Then again had it been chance? He sometimes felt like the Goddess had been the one who had chosen him!

After 3 months of messages, edging sessions, increasing findom control and growing subservience from Liam - he was no longer sure.

Entering the hotel room, Liam felt his breath catch as he saw the Goddess waiting for him on the bed.

"Welcome slave. I've been expecting you..."

***

NINE MONTHS LATER

Liam gasped and squirmed as the ropes bit deep into his wrists and ankles. The ball gag was deep in his mouth and he could hear the wet sound of lube being squirted as Goddess Genevive got her strap on ready.

"You're making such good progress slave. You hardly ever whimper when I peg your ass anymore."

Liam gurgled as his Mistress slid her giant dildo into his ass and tears of happiness leaked from his eyes.

"But you're still holding back from me... you still need to tell me EVERYTHING about Izzy. Be a good boy and tell Goddess everything."

Liam gasped, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as Genevive expertly massaged his balls and pounded his prostrate... he would do anything for Mistress. Anything.

****

ONE YEAR LATER

Izzy knew she was in the shit the moment she walked into her office to see the auditors.

Mr Smith - the useless bastard she had been milking for over a year now was already being led away in handcuffs.

A smart man in a suit walked over with a tight false smile.

"Ahhhh Miss Green. I'm Agent Knowles. I was wondering if we could ask you some questions about some financial irregularities we've found out about."

Izzy felt a shiver of fear up her back, yet she maintained her air of innocence. She'd taken care to shield herself from any financial trail so hopefully this wouldn't cause her any major difficulties.

She was just beginning to formulate an excuse in her mind when at that exact moment she got a message telling her to go to the ladies from an unknown number.

"Of course, but could I please just visit the restroom quickly?"

Agent Knowles hesitated... and then agreed swiftly. "I'll post an agent by the door but I guess we can allow it. You and I have a lot to discuss."

***

Walking into the washroom Izzy could feel the cold sweat of panic. How the fuck had these bastards tracked her down? She had been careful hadn't she?

"Hello Izzy."

Another woman, absolutely gorgeous and stylish was doing her makeup in the mirror. Izzy looked at her curiously.

"Sorry... do I know you?"

Genevive grinned like a predator as she regarded Izzy. "I guess not. Not anymore. Listen, we don't have much time. The only way out of this building is either in their custody... or by doing exactly what I say."

Izzy blinked in surprise.

"Sorry... I don't know what..."

Genevive grinned as she tossed a paper dossier onto the basin counter. It was thick and comprehensive.

"Take a look if you want. It's a copy of the one I sent to the authorities. Dates... times... places.... payments. You're fucked."

Izzy's mouth dropped open as she flicked through. How the fuck could this woman know any of this? Only Liam had known... what was going on?

"No... this is... you've got everything."

Genevive laughed. "That's right. I do. I know everything. You're finished. Unless..."

Genevive smirked as she tossed Izzy a white key. "There is one way you can leave here. One way you can escape prison... you just have to do exactly as I tell you..."

***

TWO YEARS LATER

Ian bowed his head as he presented Goddess Genevive with her dinner.

It was over a year since he'd used the key to escape punishment and transformed into a weak willed sub for Goddess. Since that day he had served his Goddess faithfully... alongside Liam. The two of them were broken slaves, and they would never be free.

Watching her two slave boys simp for her, Genevive felt a thrill of delicious power. She'd more than had her revenge on these losers and all was right with the word. Being an evi bitch felt delicious.

Dressed in exotic red lingerie like some Empress of old she lorded it over her slaves... her every wish for vengeance and dominance complete.

Goddess Genevive laughed as she thought of all she'd achieved. "Don't blame me... blame Jim..." she laughed as she began preparing to torture her two favourite slaves once again.

Why did it feel so good to be so fucking evil?

Genevive was never turning back into Jim. Her vengeance was complete and she had everything she could have ever wanted. The key was long gone and so was any chance of Jim returning.

Blame her.

Blame her for everything.

THE END

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What If

What If! Lily was at home, her stepbrother, Liam had gotten home from college last week and he was supposed to give her a ride today. She had to get to the school to take her SATs and she was now getting close to running late, and if she was late she wouldn’t be allowed to get inside to take the test. She was getting annoyed and then when she heard the truck pull into the driveway she knew this…

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The sun was shining, April was at the park relaxing, watching her nephew playing. A man walked past her and stopped, he looked back, seeing the girl engrossed in a book. He smiled, and in his hand appeared an ice cream cone. He stepped towards her. “Here you go, a present on a hot day.”

April looked at the man, she would never accept anything from guys she didn’t know and this was clearly something she shouldn’t take, “oh umm thanks.”

He grinned and turned to walk off, she watched him leave the park, clearly if he was going to do something to her he would’ve stuck around to reap his rewards. She felt the ice cream melt down on her hand. She sighed, one taste wouldn’t be bad.

Her first lick, it was like the ice cream exploded in her mouth, she felt so alive. The book disappeared from next to her, becoming an audiobook, but then instead of audible, it changed to Spotify and became nothing more than upbeat pop songs playing in her ears.

The second lick, her hair get longer and turned golden blonde. She felt the trickles of hair hitting the back of her neck for the first time in years. She giggled as her mind was starting to succumb to changes.

Another few licks, her clothes were starting to change, from tshirt and jeans, to tshirt with suggestive words and skimpy jean shorts.

Another lick and her skin started to glow with a sexy tan. She giggled as she watched some little boy running around, her knowledge of him being her nephew had faded away.

Her glasses changed to shades with her next few licks, the ice cream was melting but didn’t seem to be disappearing like it should. Looking at it only made her want to eat it more now.

Another lick and she was thinking of so many more things she could have in her mouth today.

Another lick and thoughts of the man who walked past crept into her thoughts.

Another lick and she stood up, maybe she could talk to the guy before he left, she hoped he hadn’t left yet. He was nice to give her something to lick, maybe he had something else she could lick.

She walked towards the parking lot, walking past a worried mother about her age looking for her son, as she made it to the parking lot to see the guy leaning against his car waiting for her.

She tossed the ice cream into a large trash bin as she giggled and leapt into the man’s waiting arms as he smiled. Like ice cream he has tons of different flavors of girls back at his house.

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Matthew walked into the room, he had been waiting for over an hour for a chance to do this. He snuck into the house, was about to head upstairs to the bedroom when she walked into the living room and saw him. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

He looked at her, his girlfriend, or well former girlfriend. It had been 2 months since the spell they cast together, two months since his world was broken. But he finally had the tool to save her, to turn her back. He brought up the large pink quartz crystal and looked at her. “I’m here to save you.”

She blinked as she looked at him, the evil eyes staring at him, and then her eyes seemed to soften, she reached up with her hand, groaning like something in her mind was reemerging. “Matt?” She asked in a softer voice.

“Yeah babe, I’m sorry it took me so long,” he said looking at her, starting to cry from joy that the crystal worked.

She looked at him, her soft loving eyes, seeing him starting to get happy, then she smiled and started to laugh, the evil wicked laugh of the bitchy girl she had become. “You fucking idiot you think some crystal would work on the spell, god you’re so fucking stupid.”

“This was supposed to suck in the magic spell and change you back. You started to return to normal I saw it in your eyes.”

She started to laugh even harder, “That was an act. You don’t think I remember who I was. I know everything same as you, we are the only people who do remember.”

“The spell wasn’t supposed to change things like this.”

“Do we really understand the magic we cast? Not really, do you wanna know when I embraced it? Sure you do.” She said watching him try to figure things out in his mind, the spell, the crystal and what she is telling him. She loved watching his mind struggle. “It was the first day we cast the spell, well the first day at school, I was walking in the hall, on the way to class, everyone was acting like my hot body was normal, it felt amazing to be looked at more. Trevor,” she said talking about the school bully who Matt knew this new version of her was dating, “grabbed me on the way to class, pushed me into a supply room, he pushed me against the wall, I gasped when he did, I was going to fight back, but then he kissed me from behind, it was a loving kiss, he held me against the wall feeling me up, he pushed down my jeans and kissed me telling me he needed me and kissed me again when his huge cock” she said using her hands in front of Matt to show that Trevor is at least 12in and thick, “into my pussy. I didn’t know that when he kissed me, when he touched me my body was getting wet, that it wanted it. But when his cock slid so easily into me and made me moan, god I was hooked. I pushed back against him letting his massive cock push deeper into me. I EMBRACED the changes.” She watched as Matthew started to look sick, “He fucked me for like 10 mins, just pumping into me like he needed me to live. He came so hard in me,” she licked her lips, running her hands up her body like she was reliving it in her mind in front of Matthew who was looking even more upset. “Remember I was late to class that day, you asked me and I told you I was in the bathroom, and told you that I loved you, I said that with Trevor’s cum leaking down my legs, I lied to you, I was his the second he pushed that huge cock into me.”

Matthew was breaking down more now, he dropped the pink crystal and it shattered on the floor in the room. “But.”

“So after that, I knew you were never going to be able to matter to me, I embraced the changes more. Then I started to notice things change more, my room got more stuff in line with a hot slut, toys, joints, cigarettes, thongs and different things that you will never believe I have now. My folks, hell most of the school’s minds changed to believe this is who I am, well except for us, I guess that was part of the spell huh.” She laughed again “So get the fuck out, go back to that little loser bedroom of yours. Go jerk off to all those images on my insta in me in bikinis and shit, and then when I turn 18 next month and I start my OF, I’ll send you the link so you can see all the things you’ll never have.”

She started to laugh more as the realization hit Matthew hard and he started to leave, tearing running down his face, knowing it was his idea to use the spell to turn her hotter.

(Reblog from me posting on Evie's Community)

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Loving Stepbrother

Heather had enough of dealing with her stepbrother, Randy. Her mom wouldn’t listen that he was bullying her, always ruining her dates and just being a massive prick all the time around her. Her mom thought he was just having a rough go of it since the divorce of his mom and dad. He lived with his mom but would come over to his dad’s house, now her house a lot, and since she turned 18, he was…

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“Come on Ron, it’s a quick climb up to the tree fort. We did it hundreds of times growing up and it’s even easier now.”

“Mike, I mean Michelle, it’s not that I can’t, or that I don’t want to, but do you really think I should.”

“Why? Are you worried about something?”

“Yes, you got dosed by the cheerleaders with whatever they were using, you turned into a girl, then got super hot, you started acting like them,” he paused to watch Michelle pulling off her top, and pushing down her tiny jean shorts. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to get you to follow me, honestly you are the first guy who needed this much motivating.”

“First? You have had more than one guy up here?”

“Yeah duh, at least a dozen, I mean for fuck sakes you think a body this hot isn’t going to need to get fucked like all the time?”

“Jesus do you hear yourself?”

“So are you coming up, I’m not going to wait forever.”

“Fine fine,” Ron said starting to follow her up into the tree fort. His old friend was right she was hot as fuck, and clearly a slut. Getting to the top of the ladder and crawling into the small structure he saw her, but not before she spritz his face with something. He felt dizzy, confused.

Michelle laughed a little, she was being honest, he wasn’t the first guy she was with, each one of them were boys who clung to who she was, the other cheerleaders had a solution for that. One or two sprays in the face with this would warp their minds. She opened up the script the other girls had written for her. The new truth sinking into Ron’s mind, becoming the truth to him. She laughed as he started to come out of the daze. Ron now thinking one of the hottest girls in school was there to get him to do homework in exchange for her showing off her body. She gasped seeing her tits, his small cock getting hard in his pants. She purred, “You are going to do my homework right?”

Ron blushed and nodded, his eyes never leaving her tits, “yes Michelle, anything for you.”

“Good boy, now get out of here, my boyfriend will be here soon and he’ll beat your ass if you are hanging around.”

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The pool of light was a miracle, those who swam in the magic waters would be blessed and healed. The priests who maintained the pool and the properties kept it secured at all times. There were reports of the pool having people break in at night to use it. Those who were reportedly able to gain access were not heard from again. The pool was magical but only during the day when the sun would cause the magic of the pool to be a light and good. Those who swam were healed or at the very least blessed and had very good days. Of course when you and your girlfriend broke in at night you didn't realize that the good only came in the light, in the dark, the magic ran dark. Tonight you had the plan of breaking in during the eclipse, when everyone would be staring up at the sky. As the the moon started to vanish, you and your girlfriend got over the wall and fence. You made your way to the pool. You looked around for the guards, no one seemed to be coming. Your girlfriend stripped to her underwear and slid into the water as the moon became completely engulfed with darkness. The pool now in darkness, started to ooze into your girlfriend, she was becoming hotter, but darker, the pool corrupted her soul, turning her into a bitch. Her hot body would be used to break men, to allow her to do whatever she wanted. She broke the plane of the water, moaning softly as her body had become the hottest thing she could ever imagine. She purred as her mind was darkened by the magic. She saw a guard, she locked eyes on him, her eyes turned black for a second, she whispered and he heard her "a man over there" she said. He ran past her, finding her boyfriend hiding. She climbed out of the pool and into the darkness as you were taken into custody and whisked away to a black site of the religious group guarding the pool.

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The company that sent Sierra the drink mix was amazing, she even wrote them a letter thanking them.

Weeks ago, Sierra got home to find a package at her door, she opened to find a box of a drink mix from a company she never heard of, but she figured it had her name on it maybe they had been sending out promotional packages to people. She went to shower and clean up before deciding to try one of the mixes to have with dinner that night. One sip was all that it took. She felt the magic flow through her body. Her nails grew longer, her hair got healthier, and she felt like she was becoming a new woman. The more she drank the hotter she would become.

Everyone at work was surprised by the transformation that Sierra seemed to be going through, but she wouldn’t tell them how it happened. Her attitude to her friends at work changed drastically as well. She became quite the bitch, not that she cared, she started to see them as pawns and herself as a queen. She just had to find her king. It wouldn’t take her long, she used the company’s records to start to look up investors, she would go to investor meetings or places these wealthy men would frequent. It wasn’t hard for her to get noticed not for her business sense but for her looks. Once she had her claws in a few guys, who started to lavish her with gifts for her attention she knew who would be the best man to go with.

Now Sierra was in Paris with one of the men, he was pretty well off, he wanted to impress her by flying her to the city of lights for a week long vacation. Of course in Sierra’s mind this was only a small step in her goals. Being with this man was a step, soon she would meet other men, men who could buy and sell him like it was nothing, those were the men she wanted.

She was in the hotel room when a bellboy brought up the package, her next shipment from the drink company had arrived. She had used his money to get it shipped to her in Paris.

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Allison had found the spell book a few weeks ago, she had been looking into the different spells and even trying one or two of the more simple ones. She looked at the book finding herself reading one about possession, it was called “The Takeover Spell”. She came to you one day, looking to talk to you about doing it, taking over your stepmom Linda. She was hot and slutty and a former porn star but there were so many red flags about the woman she wanted to make sure nothing was wrong. Plus she knew you had the hots for her, who wouldn’t with a body like that so she came to you and talked to you about it.

You told her that you didn’t think it was the smartest thing to do. You told her that even though she tried some smaller things with the book, it didn’t mean that she would be able to handle such a strong spell such as that. It was nothing against her of course, you just wanted to make sure she was safe. You were very happy when she dropped the whole thing.

A few days later, you were in your room when there was a knock on the door, before you could even say come in, your stepmom walked into the room half naked.

You looked at her “Linda what do you want?”

She was rubbing her head and smiled “see told you it’d be fine.”

“Allison?”

“Yeah babe, what do you think? Linda has an amazing body, look at these tits.”

“Yeah I know, but really what the hell babe, I thought you weren’t going to do this?”

“Surprise. I had thought about what you said but come on babe, now I can find out for you what is going on, your dad is like always fawning over her and she acts like a huge bitch. Now we can figure shit out.”

“Fine, just a day or two babe.”

“Of course sweetie,” she says feeling a slight pain in her head she reached up and rubbed it but it went away.

“Can you at least strip down for me?”

“Yeah ok you perv,” she said laughing as she stripped down so her boyfriend can leer at her, err Linda’s body.

Allison was enjoying the time in Linda’s body, she would take her brand new Mercedes out and drive around town, running errands and trying to keep up the appearance of being Linda. She did hear her boyfriend talking to his dad about a phone call. Apparently her parents were worried that she had gone missing. Only a few days and she will be back and sure she might get into trouble but it wouldn’t last.

She was walking though the stores at the mall, doing some shopping after finding a few of Linda’s secret credit cards, it was funny, she had thought about shopping and the thoughts of the credit cards and her separate bank accounts popped into her mind. A few times she had mild brief headaches but they went away quickly. She was noticing a lot of men were staring at her. She was having fun with the attention she was getting from being in this hot body. Women were staring at her two but they showed contempt more than anything.

She got home in the afternoon her stepson…err boyfriend was home. She was talking to him and he asked her if they could fuck. She looked at him, “babe it will be weird if we did, it’s still her body and I wouldn’t want to betray her, I am only borrowing her.”

Almost a week into her having Linda’s body, she was getting more used to it, her husband was begging to fuck, but she didn’t want to do that for some reason, she had to actually remember who she was. The headaches were becoming stronger, anytime she seemed to do something that Linda wouldn’t do or not do something she would, she was finding a headache would come on and the urges to do or not do it grew.

One day while at home, she was looking through her phone and noticed there was a block of time with the word shoot on it. What was Linda doing. She made sure her husband and stepson were gone, and got dressed and headed for the address listed inside the calendar block. She found out that Linda was doing something with porn, at first she thought it was just pictures, posing and modeling but then this hung guy walked out, started to kiss her neck and she knew it was porn. She felt her heart racing and she was just so horny lately, she went with it. Linda was having fun today, she got fucked for hours before having to head home.

Getting home after the shoot, she showered and changed into something sexy. Waiting for her husband to get home she looked at him and grinned “let’s fuck babe, I need your big cock.”

Her husband smirked “finally not feeling sick?”

“Of course, can’t keep a cock whore from her favorite cock for too long.”

He smiled as he pulled out his cock and came over to her, of course he was pretty hung, a woman like Linda would have never settled for anything small. But she had lied to him, he wasn’t her favorite cock, those were the cocks of the men who fucked her on camera. She loved him as much as she could any man and he was bigger than plenty of men she had been with. He loved her and that was why she married him. If he didn’t impress her she wouldn’t have even kept dating him.

He made her moan, and if the porn shoot earlier hadn’t done it, her husband’s cock had finished the job and Linda was back.

The next day Linda was getting ready to go out to another “photo shoot” when her stepson walked into her room while she was getting ready. She clicked her phone, she had been taking a few sexy selfies to send to the guy who was going to be filming with her today. The man was one of her secret lovers, a man with a huge cock who kept her need for a huge cock in check so she could feel better about being married. She looked over at her stepson “What do you want?” She asked with an attitude.

“Allison?”

“Do I fucking look like that loser girlfriend of yours? Get out of my room. Now!”

He turned and left, she could hear him crying, something about his girlfriend being gone or something. She couldn’t care less, he was such a loser. Now to finish getting ready to head out for an afternoon of fucking.

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Love this one :D

Out of Office

Dr. Morgan stood at the threshold of his lab, his pulse quickening as he stared at his phone. He had just returned from a week-long vacation in the remote mountains, completely cut off from civilization. It was supposed to be a simple break from his intense work of studying alien biological samples recovered from a meteorite impact site.

His assistant, Claire, had assured him that everything would be fine in his absence. But as he listened to her voicemails, a growing dread gripped him. Something had gone wrong.

At first, her messages were normal but they got increasingly... odd. He had listened to them in the car on the way to the lab and with each subsuquent message he sped up faster.

VOICEMAIL 1 Monday, 8:32 AM

"Hey, Doctor! It’s Claire. Just wanted to check in and let you know everything’s good here. The samples are stable, no unexpected changes. I’ll keep logging their activity and make sure nothing gets near the containment units. No need to worry. Enjoy your time off! You deserve the break."

VOICEMAIL 2 Wednesday, 10:17 AM

"Hi, Doctor. So… small update. One of the samples, Sample B, showed a bit of activity. It pulsed for a second, almost like it was… alive. Weird, right? Anyway, it’s back to normal now. Probably some environmental fluctuation. I’ll keep monitoring it, just to be safe."

VOICEMAIL 3 Thursday, 11:43 PM

"Doctor… something’s happening. Sample D started moving on its own. And B, it’s… growing. It’s not contained to its chamber anymore. I tried to secure it, but it, it touched me. I feel… strange. My skin’s warm, almost buzzing. I don’t know what it’s doing to me. I need you to call me as soon as you get this."

VOICEMAIL 4 Friday, 2:27 PM

"Hey, Doctor. You know what? I was totally overreacting. I think… I was afraid of something I didn’t understand. But now, I see it. The samples… they’re not hostile. They’re… welcoming. When Sample B made contact with me, it didn’t hurt. It felt incredible. Like it was… part of me. I feel connected to something bigger, something extraordinary. You should experience it too."

VOICEMAIL 5 Saturday, 8:19 PM

"Doctor… The samples, they’ve helped me so much. My skin is softer, my body… enhanced in ways I can’t describe. I look in the mirror and barely recognize myself… but I love it. My lips are fuller, my boobs are big and perfect. I feel… powerful, seductive, radiant. Every inch of me hums with energy. The samples made me better. That’s why I’m going to release the rest of them. I can feel their eagerness to touch me."

VOICEMAIL 6 Sunday, 6:00 AM

"Evan… come to the lab. They’re waiting for you. I’m waiting for you. We’ll be whole, together. I’ve missed you… so much."

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Evan’s breath quickened as the last message ended as he stood in front of his lab door. He hesitated. Something was clearly wrong with Claire and the samples but maybe he could help her. He threw open the door and rushed toward the lab. But just as he stepped into the hall, he skidded to a stop.

Claire stood there, waiting for him.

Her once-pristine lab coat had now morphed into a tight and shiny black dress that barely clung to her body. Speaking of her body, it was now the most perfect female form Evan had ever seen. Her skin was flawless, her breasts envious and her curves made Evan feel weak. Her eyes were now black pools of liquid light, swirling with alien energy. She smiled, her lips impossibly perfect, her voice honey-sweet yet filled with something darker.

"We’ve missed you, Doctor." She said softly, stepping closer.

Before he could react, she reached out and pressed her hand against his chest. The black goo slithered off her fingertips and onto his shirt, spreading like liquid fire across his skin. Evan stumbled back, gasping as the substance soaked through his clothes, cold and burning all at once.

He tried to scream, but the goo surged upward, a wave of darkness pouring into his mouth and down his throat, silencing him. He thrashed, struggling to resist, but the alien substance had a mind of its own. It moved inside him, rewriting him. His muscles bulged, growing stronger, leaner. His skin tightened, taking on a flawless sheen. His features sharpened, transforming him into a figure of striking beauty and power.

Claire watched with a wicked smile as he convulsed, his body remade in the image of something far beyond human.

Evan fought against the alien organisms infecting his body and mind. He couldn’t give in.

“No! This is wrong. We have to fight it Claire!” He said trying to plead with her humanity but she wasn’t human anymore.

“Shh…” She whispered. “Don’t fight it. You’re becoming what we need you to be. What I need you to be. We have been chosen for a great purpose Evan, we will birth a new race to conquer this worthless planet. You and I are will be the first. I will be the queen and if you give in, you shall be the king.”

Evan tried to fight the pleasure now coursing through his body. He felt strong, powerful, alive. The alien organism showed him images of a world that he controlled, of an army that bowed before him. It was an intoxicating sight but what tipped him over the edge were the images of Claire, his wicked queen, moaning in carnal pleasure as he fucked her with a new more massive cock.

Evan’s body stopped trembling. His breath steadied, his eyes snapping open, jet black, swirling like Claire’s. His lips curled into a slow, hungry smile as he looked at her, desire and power coursing through him.

“Yessss…” He hissed, his voice thick with newfound strength. “Give in… I want to give in!”

The black goo solidified, wrapping around his body like armor, transforming his vacation wear into a sleek, obsidian suit that clung to him as tightly as Claire’s did to her. His hands flexed, marveling at the raw power that surged through him. He stepped toward Claire, his eyes burning with lust and purpose.

“My queen.” He said, his voice like velvet. “There’s much work to do.”

Claire’s eyes gleamed with delight. She traced her finger down his chest, her touch electric.

“So much glorious work, my king.” She whispered. “And we’ll make this world kneel before us.”

"This world is merely an appetiser. Once it is under our heel our destiny awaits out in the stars." He said with a dark and triumphant laugh that Claire soon joined in on. Their reign was about to begin.

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Your writing is amazing, do any more latex corruption stories coming up?

Thank you so much not at the moment, i havent really had too much inspiration for that...

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Gina went into her stepmom’s room to find out what was really going on. Her stepmom had taken over the house over the last few years and her dad was just acting more and more clueless to it. Anything she wanted she got. He even moved into the spare room so she could have her “beauty” sleep but there has been more than a few times she swore she could here her getting fucked in there, while her dad was in the other room snoring away.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, even the new larger closet didn’t seem to hold any secrets. Maybe she was over reacting maybe she was just imagining it all. She turned to close the walk in closet’s door and noticed a small panel out of place. It was flush with the wall and she touched it and it sprang open. Revealing a glass and a bottle. She looked around curious why a glass would be in there. The bottle looked sealed so that too wasn’t anything weird.

Then she noticed the glass, it wasn’t empty anymore, but filled with something, she reached in and touched the glass, feeling a shock she gasped but her fingers wrapped around the stem of the glass. She brought it to her nose, wanting to smell the liquid. It smelled really good, she should have broken the glass, tossed it and run, but she brought it to her lips.

A moan escaped her lips, her nails were already starting to extend out on her fingers, she felt the need for getting dressed in something sexy and stylish, the jeans and tshirt she was wearing was sickening to her now. She pulled another long sip from the glass, the glass not being noticed never emptied as she drank. Her morals were starting to disappear as a bitchy superior attitude was forming. Her stepmom was so right to act how she did. Her father was a pathetic worm.

After an hour she strolled downstairs, her transformation almost complete. She could escape it, she could fight it. But there was a ring of the front door. Gina looked through the small window and saw a neighbor was there. One of the men who came over frequently to visit her stepmom.

She looked at her phone as it buzzed, it was her, messaging her. “Watched you on my hidden camera, glad you are finally joining me, you can run if you want, this will be the last chance to, go past him and just drive away and by tomorrow you will be normal again, but if you invite him in, he will fuck you, make you like me. Your call.”

She looked at the door, it was still closed, she had a chance. She put the phone down, picked up the glass and the bottle, opening the door, a wicked smile “Coming in?” She purred

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Justin at been watching her from the shadows as she waited for him to arrive. She was so nervous, but already noticing how guys were starting to glance at her as they walked by. Justin had given her the earrings to wear for their date. He was smirking at how her body looked now. The earrings had given her a hot slutty body, the dress she picked out was showing off her tits and thighs, she clearly didn't even really realize what she was picking for herself. The simple girl was so boring before but now she was going to be his. "Izzy, so glad you decided to come." "Thanks, look you promised one date and you'd stop harassing my boyfriend." "Of course." "You look stunning." "Thanks," she said not knowing with the magic earring he gave her changed into a hot slutty one. The attention from guys was getting her horny.

He walked to her and she stood up, he leaned in to hug her and then went to plant a kiss on her cheek, she turned her head and he felt her lips push against his. She blushed as she pulled back. "Oh god I'm sorry," he said. She giggled "no that was my fault. I thought you were going to kiss me and I moved, and I guess that caused the kiss." "Well it was really nice." "Thanks," she blushed.

The date was going nicely, Justin was admiring how much Izzy was changing right in front of him.

Justin was driving her home, when he passed his house, he pointed it out "anytime you wanna come over and hang out, that's my place." She looked "why not now, we don't have to rush me home right?" "Of course not," he smirked knowing she was becoming his. He pulled into the driveway and led her into the house. It wasn't too much longer for the two of them to end up in his room. Her hands were all over his. He looked at her "what about your boyfriend?" "Why is he here? Are you going to tell him?" "Never." "So stop worrying," she said as she pulled off her top, exposing her round tits. They started going at it, ending up fucking until like 3 or 4 in the morning. She put on a simple black top and some of his sweats as he dropped her off at her house. She kissed him deeply, "can't wait for the next time." "Oh?" "If you don't wanna that's fine." "Nah babe, but how about you stick with the loser, I love fucking a cheating slut like you." "God that's fucking hot, I didn't even think about that, I was gonna end it, but your idea is fire." "See you soon babe."

No one at school really noticed the change in Izzy, the magic of the earrings helped with that. They all always talked about how she was so hot and kind of slutty but always was seen "dating" one of the nerdiest guys in school. She would make a show about loving him so much but a few people wondered. Only a very small select group of friends, girls she never talked to before she was changed but now who she thought were her closest bitches, knew the secret relationship she was having with Justin. None told anyone out of fear. Izzy was known from being a bit of a ruthless bitch. Hot and ruthless and feared at school. She sat passenger princess in her boyfriend's car, looking out at Justin getting into his truck. She smirked and her boyfriend asked what was up. She looked at him "Look at that asshole trying to compensate with that lifted truck." "Yeah well, he hasn't been tormenting me for the last few months so I could care less what he has been up to." "That's good," she said as all she could think about was the text she had sent to Justin and how tonight she would be bouncing on his cock in the bed of the truck. The plans were she would excuse herself to the bathroom at her anniversary date with her boyfriend and go fuck him in the parking lot, and come back to the date saying her stomach was bothering her to be brought home by her boyfriend let Justin's cum leak all over his car seat by time she got home. Justin would show up later to fuck her the rest of the night after ruining the nice dinner plans her loser boyfriend had. The thought excited her a lot.