#bitchification

[misseviehyde]

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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Cocksure

Alex pressed herself against the closet wall, her breath shallow, heart pounding so loud she feared it might betray her. The slatted door let in thin slivers of light allowing her to peer in. The apartment was dark, but the faint musk of cologne, protein powder, and something primal lingered, twisting her stomach.

She was trapped, hiding in the bedroom closet of the place she once called hers, waiting for the man she loved, or more accurately the monster he’d become, to fall asleep. How had it come to this? Her mind spiraled back, piecing together the nightmare that had led her here.

It started three weeks ago, in their new apartment, a dusty haven where she and Zack had laughed over thrift store furniture and tangled cords, dreaming of their final college year together. They were assembling a lopsided bookcase when Zack tugged at a loose floorboard. He cracked it open, revealing a hidden object.

When he unveiled it, Alex recoiled with equal parts disgust and laughter. It was a large, flesh toned rubber dildo, grotesque and out of place. She laughed as Zack waved it around, dubbing it “Excalibur.” But her amusement turned to horror when he jokingly slid it into his pants.

His eyes widened, then rolled back. He collapsed, convulsing, as his body transformed before her eyes, muscles bulging, jaw sharpening, height stretching. The dildo melted, merging with him, enveloping his own modest dick, becoming real.

When he stood, he was no longer the same nerdy Zack she loved. His soft features were gone, replaced by a chiseled, godlike face with piercing green eyes. And his voice, now cruel and cold, called her an “ugly loser,” a “zero not worthy of him.” He threw her out, slamming the door on her pleas.

Since then, Zack had become a campus legend. A six foot something quarterback, worshipped by the football team and adored by fans. He strutted around with head cheerleader Madison, once a kind, approachable girl who’d organized charity drives and remembered everyone’s name.

Now, Madison was different, vain, cold, her social media filled with smirks and tight outfits, her warmth replaced by a queen bee edge. When once she used to actively defy the mean bitch stereotype of a cheerleader, she now embraced it, embodied it with pleasure.

Alex didn't know how but she knew Madison's new attitude was solely because of Zack's corrupted cock. It had turned him into an arrogant bastard who thought he was god's gift to the world so it stood to reason that he had rubbed off on her. Or more accuracy, entered her. The thought made Alex shudder.

That's why Alex was hiding in the closet now. She had to stop him before he infected anyone else with his darkness. Sure he was with Madison now but what would happen when he moved on to other innocent good natured women. She had to get that thing off of Zack before he made an army of Madisons.

However as she listened to Zack on speaker phone as he emerged from the bathroom after freshly showering her assumption that his new anatomy had corrupted Madison was put into question.

“Baaaaaaabe. Where are you? I want that cock of yours.” Said Madison from down the line clearly tipsy with the sound of a celebration in the background.

Zach smirked. “I just need to change and then I'll be over, everyone knows the party doesn't start until I get there.” He said making Alex's eyes roll.

“Oooookay, but when you get here you're fucking me first! You've promised for weeks you'd bang my brains out. I want the power you promised me! I deserve it don't I?” Madison whined.

Alex’s mind reeled. If they hadn’t had sex, how had Madison changed? And what would happen when they did?

“Yeah, yeah I will. Gotta go.” He said in reply, not even waiting for her to say anything back before hanging up. He threw his phone onto the bed and flexed in the mirror, marvelling at himself. “You're not deserving of my cock. Not yet.”

As he continued to pose and flex, his towel slipped from his hips to display his full godlike body. Despite Alex's new revulsion to his attitude she felt herself get momentarily weak at the sight of him. There was no denying his beauty, his raw power. She shook her head, trying to focus on the task at hand.

“Only I'm worthy of my cock right now.” He growled as he wrapped his right hand around his impressive member. Alex’s cheeks burned, and she averted her eyes, but the sound of skin on skin kept her attention pinned.

He let out a low, self satisfied chuckle, his hand moving with slow, deliberate intent. Alex’s stomach churned as she realized what he was doing. The air felt thicker, heavier, like the room itself was holding its breath. Zack’s breathing grew ragged, his movements more rhythmic, and Alex tried to close her eyes but she was drawn to watching it like a moth to the flame.

Zack’s moans grew louder, more primal. His hand moved faster, but more precise. It was like watching a musician at the top of his game play his instrument. Alex couldn't stop herself from getting a little turned on by what she was seeing. She was transfixed by it. She didn't know how long she was watching before Zach arched his body, a guttural sound tearing from his throat.

“I'm a king! I'm a fucking god!” He yelled as cum erupted from his cock and shot onto the mirror. His grip loosed and his speed eased as he smirked self satisfied at himself. He collapsed back onto the mattress, panting, a lazy grin spreading across his face.

“Goddamn.” He muttered, wiping his brow. “Better every time.” He sprawled naked across the sheets, his limbs heavy with the arrogance of someone who owned the world. His phone buzzed once, twice, but he ignored it, his breathing slowing as the sapped energy became too much and sleep claimed him.

She counted his breaths, waiting until they deepened, steady and slow. Minutes dragged by, ten, maybe fifteen. Finally, she eased the closet door open, wincing at the faint creak. Zack didn’t stir.

She crept toward the bed, her bare feet silent on the carpet. Her hands trembled as she approached. Up close, Zack was even more imposing, his chest rising and falling, muscles taut even in sleep, his face a perfect mask of beauty and menace. And there, exposed, was the source of it all. His cursed cock, resting against his thigh, unnaturally flawless even in its now flaccid state.

Alex’s throat tightened. She had to try. She knelt beside the bed, her breath hitching as she reached out. Her fingers hovered, hesitating, then wrapped gently around it, her touch feather light.

It was warm, like it had a pulse of its own. She gave a small tug, expecting resistance, but hoping it might somehow detach. But it didn’t budge. She tried again, a little harder, her grip tightening. Still nothing.

Zack’s breathing remained steady, his face untroubled. Emboldened, Alex tugged again, then again, her movements slow and careful at first, almost clinical. On the third tug, a single drop of cum emerged, glistening at the tip before sliding down, dripping over her fingers.

She froze, her stomach lurching with disgust, but the sensation was fleeting, replaced by a strange tingling. Her nails began to grow, lengthening into perfect, glossy manicures, their edges sharpening with an eerie precision.

Alex’s eyes widened as she lifted her hand, the drop of cum still warm on her skin, and turned her fingers in the dim light. The manicure was flawless, long, sleek, with a high gloss finish that caught the faint glow. A thought slipped into her mind, unbidden, “This looks hawt.”

She bit her lip, admiring the way the nails made her hand look elegant, feminine, sexy even. She tried to push the thought aside, shaking her head slightly. Focus, she told herself. This is to save him. But the allure was undeniable, a small thrill sparking in her chest.

She swapped hands, wrapping her other hand around Zack’s cock, assuring herself that it was to try a different position but deep down a part of her hoped another drop would spill out to give her hands a matching set of nails.

To the delight of that part of her psyche another drop of cum popped out. It glistened as it dripped over her hand, and she felt the now familiar tingling ripple through her skin. Her nails began to grow, matching the first, long, glossy, and perfect.

The pride swelled, her mind warping further as she admired her hands. “I deserve to look this good.” She thought, the idea feeling foreign yet intoxicating. She shook off the intrusive thought, she was here to save him after all not get a new set of claws.

“Does he need saving?” Said a new thought that slithered into her mind. “This Zack is powerful, beautiful, commanding. Why would I change that?” It continued. Alex felt her mind at war with itself and as she would usually do in stressful situations she raised her hand to bite at her nails.

However in that moment she forgot, or maybe deep down chose not to remember, that cum was still on her fingers. A small amount coated her lips and a tiny drop slipped into her mouth. She swallowed it absentmindedly, the taste sharp and warm, sending a shiver down her spine.

Her pupils dilated and her lips plumped up in an instance. They become fuller, softer, a perfect, glossy pout that seemed designed to seduce. The sensation was immediate, her arousal spiked, a wave of heat flooding her body. Her nipples hardened, her thighs clenched, and her mind fogged with a raw, primal need.

Her thoughts twisted further, the subtle corruption sinking deeper. She stared at Zack’s cock, her mouth watering as the taste lingered on her tongue. “He’s mine.” She thought, the possessiveness startling her.

She tried to shake it off, to focus on her original goal, her hand returning, wrapping around his cock. However her tugs became slower, more rhythmic, almost sensual, as she imagined what it would be like to walk alongside him as who he is now, rather than the nerd he once was

To be the kind of woman who could match his perfection. The good, nerdy Alex who cared about others, who valued kindness and humility, was starting to fell like a distant memory, a weak shadow she was leaving behind with every passing second.

The longer she tugged at his cock the more it began to harden. A strange sense of pride flickered within her, uninvited. She was doing this to him, even in his sleep. She, Alex, the shy girl who always played it safe, was making this godlike man horny. The thought sent a shiver through her.

The desire pulsing through Alex became too much to resist, a relentless tide that drowned her fading resolve. Her mouth watered as she stared at Zack’s cock.

She tried to justify it, her mind scrambling for a rational excuse. “My hands are working, sort of, but I need more leverage.” She told herself. “So maybe if my mouth tries, it could loosen whatever’s holding it to him.” Deep down, she knew it was a flimsy plan, a dumb excuse that wasn’t supposed to work, that couldn’t possibly work.

But the corruption had taken root, her thoughts warping further with every heartbeat. The idea of saving Zack, of restoring the nerdy boy she once knew, felt increasingly irrelevant, almost laughable. Why would she want to undo this perfection? This powerful, beautiful man beneath her hands could be hers, no! Should be hers! The thought sent a thrill through her, her nipples hardening further as a wicked smile tugged at her lips.

Alex’s restraint shattered completely, the hunger consuming her entirely. She couldn’t resist any longer, she needed to taste him fully. Her hands trembled as she leaned in, her enhanced lips parting, and she wrapped them around Zack’s cock, the warmth and texture overwhelming her senses.

The taste exploded on her tongue, rich and intoxicating, sending a shiver of pleasure through her body. Her eyes rolled back, a muffled moan vibrating in her throat as she surrendered to the sensation, her mind spiralling deeper into its subtle corruption.

The act itself fuelled the transformation within her. The good, cautious Alex faded further, her thoughts warping with every bob of her head. She wasn’t just doing this to save him anymore, she was doing this out of pure selfish pleasure for herself.

Her mind painted vivid images, herself strutting through campus, head held high, her flawless body a testament to her new dominance. The old Alex, with her nerdy insecurities and selfless heart, felt like a distant ghost, one she was eager to bury.

She imagined crushing that weak version of herself, her glossy nails tearing through that fragile spirit, and the thought sent a jolt of wet heat through her. Her movements grew more confident, her tongue swirling with a newfound skill she never had before, her lips sliding with a rhythm that felt almost instinctive.

Drops of precum flower down her throat, tightening her body as it entered stomach. Her waist cinched leaving her hips wider, her ass more pronounced as a result. Fuzzy hair all over her body retracted in giving her smooth velvety skin. Her skin took on a golden tan replacing the ghost like paleness she had cultivated to now.

Her mind whispered dark promises. “Make him yours. Become a bitch. Take your throne.” The idea was intoxicating, drowning out the last remnants of her original intent. She wasn't here to save him, she was here to claim him.

Zack stirred, a low groan rumbling from his throat as his body registered the intense pleasure coursing through him. His eyes fluttered open, confusion flickering across his face as the haze of sleep lifted and he realized, despite her changes, that his ex girlfriend’s lips were wrapped around his cock. “Alex?” He rasped, his voice thick with sleep and shock.

She paused, her lips glistening as she pulled back just enough, her eyes locking onto his with a sultry, commanding gaze.

She pulled her lips slowly off of his cock and with a wicked smile she ran her tongue slowly up his shaft, the tip of her tongue grazing the tip of his cock. She savoured the resulting shudder. “Sorry to wake you baby. Want me to stop?” She purred, her voice low and dripping with a new, seductive authority.

Zack’s breath hitched, his eyes widening as he took in her slightly transformed appearance. Her flawless skin, her slimmer body, her glossy nails, the slutty look in her eyes. He managed to shake his head, the motion desperate, eager. “Fuck no!” He groaned.

“Right answer.” Alex murmured, her smile widening with triumph. She dove back in, her mouth working him with renewed fervor. Zack’s head fell back, a moan of ecstasy coming from his throat as she took him deeper, her hands gripping his thighs, nails leaving faint red trails.

Alex felt Zack tense beneath her, his breathing growing ragged, his thighs quivering as he teetered on the edge of release. The sensation of his impending climax sent a thrill through her, but she wasn’t ready to let it end, not yet. With a wicked smirk, she pulled back, leaving his cock throbbing in the cool air. “Not so fast.” She purred, her voice a velvet command, her eyes glinting with intent.

Zack gasped, his hands clutching the sheets, his eyes pleading as he looked up at her, desperate for more. But Alex had other plans. She stood, her flawless skin radiating power, and peeled off her clothes with a slow, deliberate motion, revealing her modest body that was soon to change.

Balling up saliva into her mouth, swirling around the bits of precum still remaining, she let it drool out of her mouth and onto her meagre A cup breasts, rubbing the liquid into them. She moaned in wanton lust as they grew bigger and bigger, becoming flawless C cups, perky and round. An improvement but she wanted more. She desired more.

Her tight pussy glistened with arousal as she climbed onto the bed, straddling him, hovering just above his aching cock. The heat between them was unbearable, a taut string ready to snap.

“Do you want me, baby?” She asked, her voice a sultry whisper, leaning closer so her hair brushed his chest, her nails grazing his skin.

Zack nodded frantically, his voice hoarse with need. “Yes, fuck yes!” He gasped. “More than anything.”

Her smile turned predatory as she positioned herself, her mind fully warped into this new, dominant persona. She wanted more. More proof.

“Tell me I’m a queen, a goddess. Tell me you’ll do anything for me. Tell me you’ll dump that pathetic Madison.” She purred, her voice a sultry command rather than a request.

Zack’s breath hitched, his body trembling with need as he gazed up at her, captivated by her transformed beauty. “You’re a queen.” He rasped, his voice thick with desperation. “A goddess. I’ll do anything for you. Anything! Madison is nothing compared to you, just… please.”

Her smile widened, a cruel satisfaction settling into her features as she savored his words, her mind fully warped into this new, commanding identity that still wasn’t happy.

She cupped his chin and leaned into his ear, her voice barely over a whisper. “Pledge your soul to me, tell me I’m your first, your last, your everything. That this evil cock of yours belongs to me. Then this pussy is all yours.”

She pulled back and for a moment was afraid he might pull a muscle from holding back so much. “Take it! You have it! It’s always been you!” He groaned loudly.

Satisfied, she shifted her hips, lowering herself slowly, deliberately, until her pussy sank onto his cock, slotting together like perfect puzzle pieces. They both moaned, the sound raw and primal, filling the room as the connection ignited.

The sensation of Zack’s cock filling her was overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure that crashed through Alex’s transformed body. She groaned deeply, her lips parting as moans spilled from her throat, raw and unrestrained. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment before locking onto his, a wicked glint shining through. “Fuck me, Daddy!” She gasped, her voice thick with lust. “Fuck me until I’m a blonde alpha bitch, baby! Corrupt me fully with that evil cock!”

Zack responded with a growl, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust harder, matching the rhythm of her dirty pleas. The intensity of their union triggered further changes in her body. Her breasts swelled larger, becoming fuller and more voluptuous, straining against her skin with each movement. Her waist cinched tighter, sculpting an even more pronounced hourglass figure that accentuated her dominance. Her hair, shimmered and thickened, cascading in glossy waves of platinum blonde that framed her face like a crown, the transformation completing her into the alpha bitch she craved to be.

She arched her back, moaning loudly, her hands groping at her new big tits as she rode the waves of pleasure, her words growing more fervent. “Yes, Daddy, harder! Turn me into your perfect wicked queen! Destroy the loser Alex and make me into the slutty Lexi!” The room pulsed with their heat, her body and mind fully embracing the power and pleasure of her new identity.

The rhythm between Alex and Zack built to a fever pitch, their bodies moving in perfect sync as the pleasure reached its peak. With a shared, primal cry, they climaxed together, the orgasm crashing over them like a tidal wave. Alex’s moans mingled with Zack’s groans, her body trembling as the intensity consumed her.

As the waves of ecstasy pulsed through her, she felt the last fragile remnants of the timid, nerdy girl who once sought to save him be wiped away entirely. The final traces of that weak, caring self dissolved, erased by the flood of power and pleasure, leaving only Lexi, the blonde alpha bitch, reigning supreme in her new, untainted form. Her kind brown eyes melted away and formed into cold, icy blue eyes, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she reveled in the completeness of her transformation.

Her joy was interrupted moments later when Madison burst through the apartment door, her heels clicking with purpose, getting sick of waiting for Zack to come to her. She expected to find him alone but instead her eyes widened in horror as she stumbled upon Lexi laying astride her man like a slutty cowgirl, the air thick with the aftermath of their explosive climax.

Lexi’s platinum blonde hair cascaded wildly over her shoulders, her brilliant blue eyes gleaming with a sadistic edge as she savored the last shudders of her orgasm, her transformed body on full, arrogant display.

“You cheating bastard!” Madison shrieked, her voice quaking with fury as she pointed at Zack. “Cheating on me with this filthy whore?!” Her rage turned venomous as she glared at Lexi.

Lexi rolled her eyes, her patience obliterated by Madison’s insolence. With a predator’s grace, she slid off Zack, her flawless skin radiating a menacing allure as she rose, unfazed. She strode toward Madison with deliberate calm, her glossy nails glinting like weapons, her hips swaying with a cruel confidence that promised retribution.

Madison’s tirade continued, her insults growing more frantic. “Who do you think you are? I’m going to make sure you’re black listed across all of—”. Madison’s venom was cut short by a swift hand from Lexi, delivering a vicious slap across her face.

Zack, still sprawled on the bed, watched with rapt attention, his cock hardening visibly, a dark thrill coursing through him at Lexi’s brutality. His breath quickened, his eyes burning with arousal as he took in her commanding cruelty.

Lexi loomed over Madison, her lips curling into a sneer so cold it could freeze fire. “Let me guess, after you first hooked up you saw what the power of his cock could do when you gave him a simple handjob. It brought out the bitch in you, but you wanted more.” Lexi said as she circled Madison like a vulture.

“You ached for the power his cock could give you. That's why you came over here, why you're dressed so slutty. Well tough shit bitch, it's mine now. You’re a pathetic wannabe queen.” She hissed, her voice a blade of ice and venom. “A worthless placeholder, a little toy keeping my man entertained until his true queen returned to claim him. Why do you think he never had sex with you? He knew there was better waiting out there for him.” She smirked as she looked over to Zack who's cock was standing at full attention, unable to hide his animalistic attraction to Lexi.

“But now that I’m back, we and this campus, have no use for your existence, Madison.” She leaned in, her tone dripping with sadistic delight. “Zack is mine again, your friends will soon beg me to lead them, your status as queen bee will fit me like a glove. I’m going to strip you of everything you have... including your designer clothes.”

Madison’s eyes widened, terror creeping into her expression as Lexi’s stalked up to her, her gaze fixed on her outfit, a scandalously sexy, black latex two piece that hugged her curves, the top barely hiding her tits and at the same time exposing her navel, paired with thigh-high stiletto boots that screamed dominance. “Take it off.” Lexi commanded, her voice a whip crack of authority. “My man and I have a party to dominate, and I want that slutty little outfit.”

Madison’s hands shook, her defiance crumbling under Lexi’s merciless stare. She hesitated, tears welling, but the threat in Lexi’s eyes was undeniable. With a choked sob, she peeled off the two pieces and kicked off the boots, the revealing latex falling to the floor as she stood naked, her dignity shattered.

Lexi snatched the outfit with a triumphant, cruel laugh and slipped into it, the fabric stretching obscenely tight over her transformed body. The pieces clung to her like a second skin, the top straining to contain her larger breasts, pushing them up into a breathtaking display of cleavage, the hem riding so high it exposed the curve of her ass.

She adjusted the stiletto boots, the heels elongating her legs into a vision of lethal elegance. She ran her hands over her hips, admiring the tightness, the way it accentuated her bigger breasts and tighter waist, her platinum hair and blue eyes completing the image of a ruthless, irresistible queen.

Zack’s gaze was riveted, his arousal palpable as he groaned, “Holy fuck, Lexi, you’re a goddamn goddess in that.” Lexi turned to him, her smirk widening with sadistic pride, then cast a final, withering glance at Madison. “You can stay here loser and sniff our sheets, me and my man have a party to rule over.” She spat, her voice dripping with contempt. “But if you're still here when we're back later you're going to wish you weren't. Come on babe.”

Lexi strode out without another glance at Madison who was shivering in her underwear. Zack quickly threw on a shirt and raced after his new old paramour. His cock now twitched when he even thought of her. It felt as though it were a homing missile that would always find her. Little did either of them know that the magic cock wasn't a King maker, in reality it was a Queen maker and Lexi's reign was just beginning.

[shadow211e]

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.

[eternalsa2z]

Who's The Bimbo?

"Oh dear dear dear. You thought I was a bimbo? Just because I was wearing pink? Since I was smiling with you?"

"I think you must be the bimbo if you didn't know the signs. A skintight latex outfit? A tight, commanding bun? The fact that I told you I like to tie up silly little dolls? I wasn't smiling with you...I was laughing at you."

"You still don't get it, do you? You're quite the airhead. Even after I get changed into my preferred attire. Dressed to kill. Blood red dress without any hint of pink. You still don't realize what's happening?"

"I didn't you invite you back to my place 'to have a girly sleepover'. The only 'frisky bimbo fun' we'll be having is if I feel like fetching my 10" strap-on from my dungeon. No, tonight, we're going to be making it VERY clear which of us is a bimbo."

"That's right my pretty little ditz. I'm not a bimbo - I'm a bimbo domme. So wiggle you're pretty little ass into these stirrups."

"Once I lock you in, I'm going to pump you full of silicone and collagen until you're ready to pop. I'm going to break you're mind with so many submissive bimbo hypnos that you will be drooling with a blank look for days. I'm going to make you plastic and pliant and the perfect doll worthy of serving me. What do you think about that?"

"Hmmm...so you knew all along? You were acting dumb this whole time so I'd do this to you? Clever girl...but not for long. You won't need to act to be dumb when I'm done with you."

[kelykorruption]

[hotdonnafox]

Virtually Becki

Victoria Walker had always kept her head down. As a shy, introverted student with a passion for coding and technology, she spent more time with her laptop than with people. Her grades were flawless, and her intelligence outshone most of her peers, but none of that mattered to Becki Carter.

Becki was everything Victoria wasn’t: loud, attention seeking, effortlessly beautiful, and, worst of all, cruel. She was the queen of their school’s social scene, a party girl who flaunted her looks and seemed utterly disinterested in academics. For Becki, her reflection and her popularity were all that mattered. She bullied Victoria at every chance mocking her clothes, her interests, and the fact that Victoria never seemed to fit in.

Victoria never understood why Becki targeted her. She tried to rationalize it maybe it was insecurity, maybe jealousy but the constant ridicule was wearing her down. She had to understand Becki, figure out what made her so cruel, and maybe just maybe find a way to make her stop.

That’s when she had an idea.

Victoria had been working on a virtual reality project for months. It was a personal venture, a highly advanced program that could simulate entire environments based on a person’s thoughts and memories. She decided to take it further. What if she could create a virtual replica of Becki’s world? If she could live as Becki in this VR space, perhaps she could understand her bully from the inside out.

She spent weeks coding, analyzing every detail she could find about Becki her social media posts, the way she walked, talked, dressed. Victoria meticulously programmed every aspect of Becki’s life into the simulation: her lavish parties, her shallow friendships, her careless attitude. The final touch was Becki herself a digital clone so accurate that it was almost eerie.

When the program was finally complete, Victoria hesitated. It was one thing to create this world, but another to step into it. Yet her curiosity pushed her forward. She strapped on the VR headset and entered the simulation.

Immediately, she became Becki.

The first time in Becki’s world was overwhelming. Victoria felt herself swaying in unfamiliar heels, her body clad in tight, revealing clothes. The mirror in front of her reflected Becki’s perfect face plump lips, long lashes, a flawless tan. She felt powerful, commanding attention as she walked through a crowded virtual party. It was intoxicating. For a moment, she reveled in it, but she quickly reminded herself why she was there. She wasn’t Becki. She was Victoria, just here to understand.

The first few sessions were just that explorations. Victoria tried to pick apart Becki’s life, to see if there was some hidden reason for her cruelty. But as the days passed, something strange began to happen. Every time she logged into the simulation, it became harder to remember that she wasn’t actually Becki. She found herself slipping into character effortlessly, responding with the same carelessness, the same vapid remarks that Becki would make.

Soon, Victoria wasn’t just observing Becki’s life she was living it. She started going to virtual parties, enjoying the attention, flirting with the virtual versions of Becki’s friends. The more she acted like Becki in the simulation, the more she started to enjoy it. She had built the world so meticulously that every detail was perfect: the music, the flashing lights, the intoxicating energy of being the center of attention. In Becki’s world, she wasn’t the quiet, overlooked nerd; she was the one everyone wanted to be around.

At first, it was just an escape, a chance to experience something so far removed from her real life. But slowly, subtly, the lines between the virtual world and reality began to blur.

In the real world, Victoria found herself changing. It started small. After one session, she was brushing her hair and caught herself hesitating. She stared at her reflection, noticing her plain clothes and simple ponytail. That wasn’t Becki. The thought rattled her, but she couldn’t shake it. Becki wouldn’t be caught dead in baggy sweaters and jeans. Without fully understanding why, Victoria reached into her closet, pulling out a tighter shirt she rarely wore. It fit differently than she remembered. It felt different like she was stepping into someone else’s skin.

The next time she logged into the simulation, the transformation was easier. She didn’t just slip into Becki’s world; she embraced it. Her virtual body moved with confidence, her voice carried a flirtatious lilt, and her presence commanded attention. Every time she played Becki in the virtual world, it felt more natural, more addictive. It wasn’t just fun anymore it was becoming who she wanted to be.

The changes in Victoria’s real life escalated. She started spending hours in front of the mirror, fixing her hair, experimenting with makeup, mimicking the style Becki wore in the VR world. She bought new clothes tighter, more revealing outfits that she never would’ve dared to wear before. The girl who used to shy away from crowds was now shopping for mini skirts and low cut tops.

Her behavior at school began to shift, too. The studious, reserved Victoria started skipping classes, spending more time with her laptop, fine tuning the virtual world. Every session lasted longer than the last. But it wasn’t just the virtual Becki she was fine tuning it was herself. She caught herself laughing louder, flipping her hair more, and enjoying the glances she received from classmates, even from people like Becki’s real world friends who barely noticed her before.

But as she spent more time inside Becki’s life, her mind changed in ways she couldn’t control. Victoria used to care about her coding projects, her studies, her future. But those ambitions were fading, drowned out by thoughts of popularity and appearances. Why should she stress about grades when she could be the most desired girl in school? Her obsession with Becki’s shallow, glamorous life consumed her.

One day, while shopping for a new outfit that Becki would’ve approved of, Victoria caught her reflection in a store window. She stopped, startled by what she saw. Her once bare face was now caked in makeup plump, glossy lips, smoky eyes, and perfectly styled hair. Her clothes, far from the modest jeans and sweaters she used to wear, clung to her body, designed to attract attention. She stood there, in a mini skirt and a crop top, looking nothing like the girl who once prided herself on her intelligence.

But instead of fear, she felt a rush of excitement. The reflection wasn’t Victoria anymore it was Vicki.

Her transformation grew more dramatic. At parties real ones now, not just the VR simulations she was no longer the awkward girl in the corner. She became the life of the event, just like Becki. Guys who never gave her a second glance were suddenly wrapped around her finger. She flirted effortlessly, enjoying the power she held over them. Her studies fell by the wayside. She didn’t need to be the smartest girl in the room anymore she had other ways of getting what she wanted.

Weeks passed, and the two worlds the virtual and the real merged even more. She started correcting people when they called her Victoria. She wasn’t just pretending to be Vicki like anymore she was her. Her thoughts shifted, too. She found herself daydreaming about boys, about parties, about the superficial things she used to mock Becki for. The coding genius who had once lived for intellectual challenges was now obsessed with her looks, her social status, and her power over others.

The final stage of her transformation came without her even realizing it. One night, after spending hours in the VR world, she took the headset off and looked at herself in the mirror. But this time, she didn’t see the old Victoria trying to play a part. She saw Vicki. Her lips parted in a smile sultry, shallow, perfect.

She didn’t miss the old her. In fact, she could barely remember what that Victoria was like. She wanted to forget. Being Vicki was easier, more fun, more exciting. She liked the attention, the freedom, the power that came with being desired. The things she used to care about grades, knowledge, her future less important some how.

Victoria.. no, Vicki had finally completed the transformation. She was no longer the shy, nerdy girl who tried to understand her bully. She had become her.

[cottonundiestf]

Plain Jane (Attribute Theft, BE, Altification)

She hated that her parents named her Jane. They didn't know they were signing her up for torture. They didn't know Jane Gray would grown into an exceptionally plain young woman, turning the name she grew up with since childhood into the perfect insult. Plain Jane. Even her nickname couldn't be unique.

The eighteen-year-old finished the gauntlet of social torment that was high school and she didn't see how college was going to be any better. With her dishwater brown hair, stick-like figure, lower-middle class upbringing, and total lack of style, Jane was overlooked at best and teased at worst.

There was a big senior bonfire at the beach for graduates to celebrate their last summer before going off to college and jobs, and for some reason, Jane let her friend Danielle drag her out for one last hurrah.

When she got to the beach, everyone was having fun and barely noticed her arrival. She went to find Dani, but before she could, her eye was drawn to a gold necklace nestled in the cool sand. It had three gold moon charms of different phases, each seemingly missing a stone that should be set in it.

Jane considered looking for the owner of the necklace, but everyone was too busy to give her the time of day anyway, right? Screw it, she deserved one nice thing tonight.

She fastened the necklace around her neck as Dani, one of her only friends at school, found her. She handed Jane a drink so they could reflect on graduation and look ahead to college, an experience Jane still wasn't optimistic about.

"You're being too hard on yourself, Jane. Besides, college is going to be the perfect time to reinvent yourself."

Everyone always said that. But that was easy for Dani to say; she never had a problem standing out. She grew out of a goth look and attitude over the years, but that just left her as some kind of alt rock goddess, with her dyed hair and a collection of tattoos Jane's parents never would have signed off on at such a young age. Even her style was full of bold blacks and vibrant neons that Jane just could never pull off.

Jane wished she could be half as exciting as Dani while Dani seemed drawn to stare at her friend's new accessory. "Woah, that's a really cool necklace. Is it... um... new?"

Dani looked dizzy, her eyes starting to glaze over. "Dani? Dan—woah." The sudden wave of dizziness passed on to Jane, but it wasn't the only thing.

She felt the ripple of goosebumps across her skin as art pieces etched themselves in ink, each tattoo flooding her head with memories of tattoo parlors and songs that inspired them. It wasn't the kind of music Jane listened to, except... well, it was, right? Her and Dani traded songs and bands, sneaking out to underground concerts throughout high school. Dani was even the one to dye Jane's hair a vibrant blue before graduation.

When the sudden wave of memories and pleasure associated with her tattoos subsided, Jane finally looked herself over, realizing she didn't imagine the change. She started to say something to Dani before looking her over again.

She had fewer tattoos and piercings; if Jane had to guess, she had lost about as many tattoos as Jane gained. What's more, her blue hair was now black with a few blue streaks. She was still gorgeous though, which was why Jane was dating her.

Wait. What?

Jane was always your typical straight girl, but that's not what her memories were telling her, and it certainly wasn't what her body thought. All those nights sneaking out weren't just to go to parties. Dani and Jane had their queer awakenings around the same time, and who better to explore that with then your punk rock bestie?

Dani finally came to, seemingly unaware of what changed or the features Jane... well, stole. Unintentionally, but that was absolutely what happened. "Want to get out of here and...?" Dani just grinned.

Jane felt the sudden warmth in her cheeks and... other places. "Yeah, let's—wait. Er, sorry, but not just yet. I... want to go around and talk to a few people first?"

Dani stared at her girlfriend blankly. "...You do?"

Jane laughed weakly, coming up with a lame excuse of wanting to end things on good terms before leaving her hometown in the Fall. Dani accepted the excuse with a kiss and left Jane alone to inspect her necklace.

As expected, this had to be involved somehow. The crescent moon charm had a new sapphire set in it, leaving her with two gemless moons. Assuming she knew what that meant now...

Jane wandered the periphery of the party, looking girls from her graduating class over. She felt a little guilty for what she took from Dani, but she didn't have the same apprehensions about the girls who spent the years ignoring her.

Eventually, she spotted Lily. Everyone knew she was a social butterfly and a huge flirt, and she had the look to back it up. She had the hips, she had the ass, and as every guy on the beach could tell you, she had a perfect pair of breasts. She even had a pretty face to match, proving fate played favorites.

But fate wasn't in charge tonight. "Hey Lily! Good luck next year. Got any plans?"

The redhead looked away from the two guys chatting her up, confused by the introvert's sudden friendliness. "Hey. Um, Jane, right? Thanks! I've got a job lined up, so... er... sorry, that's just a really nice... necklace?"

No one around them seemed to notice, but Lily and Jane were falling into the same daze she put Dani under before as their realities swapped a few key details around.

There was a sudden spark in Jane's heart. Something feisty. She was always an awkward, quiet kid, but that was all over. She was the one who made herself the life of the party wherever she went. She could feel it on her tongue; flirtation was like a second language Jane was fluent in.

Jane's beanpole figure filled out, her hips flaring to accommodate a new bubble butt. Her flat chest swelled, not quite to the perfectly shaped DDs Lily has... had, but to a size where she could feel them weighing on her chest. Lily was never actively antagonistic to Jane, so she was willing to leave her some gentle curves and some perky A cups.

But she did take all she could from that stunning face. Soft freckles, high cheek bones, full lips, and some fuck-me eyes that could make a man unload his wallet.

Which was what made Jane realize what else she took: the new job Lily had lined up. Jane's awkward, unimpressive body was now made to dance and show off, and that meant she was excited for the chance to strip her way through college for some spending money. She even stole Lily's stage name, Lulu. (It wasn't Lily at her most creative, but now it wasn't Lily's at all, so that was fine.)

Lily finally came to, finishing her inspection of the new ruby in Jane's half-moon charm. Her face was so bland now, like a stock character made to fill in the background of a video game. When Jane smiled and excused herself, Lily looked around, unsure of what to do now. The poor thing would acclimate to her new social anxiety in time, and in time, Jane would adjust to the guys who kept offering her drinks.

With one charm left, Jane had an idea of who she'd use it on, but the night was young. She spent some time dancing and teasing guys from her class, reveling in the attention she lacked in her old life. This was almost perfect.

But perfection was Melody Morgan.

"Jane? No fucking way. That can't be Plain Jane."

Interrupting Jane's dancing, a blonde in a teeny bikini glared at her. Melody was your classic rich bitch, with the best toys, the most popular boyfriend, and a pair of fake tits bought by daddy as a graduation gift to add on to her natural beauty. All those blessings and she still chose to spend the last four years tormenting Jane.

The guy Jane was dancing with, Melody's boyfriend, Tristan, looked at her in confusion. "Plain Jane? Are you feeling okay, babe?"

"Hush!" She pulled her fingers across her lips like a zipper, and Tristan's voice cut out like he was muted. "I don't know what kind of trick this is, but... HEY! You took my necklace!"

Jane blinked, realizing what had happened. The charm necklace was Melody's. And with it, there came the realization that Melody's nice things weren't blessings; they were magic.

The realization dawned on her: what if this wasn't the first time Melody used magic to steal the luster from other girls?

"You little twerp. I'm going to turn you into the toad you are, then I'll take my... my neck..."

Melody was so arrogant, she didn't realize she was staring into the charms, falling under the power of a very pissed off Jane.

There was an element of intent with stealing from people, Jane realized. She wanted half of what made Dani so bold. She wanted most of Lily's beauty and allure.

But she wanted everything from Melody. The bitch didn't deserve any of it.

She didn't focus on herself because she wanted to watch Melody. She watched her thighs thin out and her curves flatten. The luster of her blonde hair went dull. The tact Jane used with Lily was gone as every bit of tit the bitch had, real or synthetic, dissolved until Melody's chest was as flat as the rest of her.

Looks weren't all Melody didn't deserve. Memories started vanishing, from her honors classes to her active dating history to the witchy rituals her aunt taught her when she came of age. She looked around at the beach as all the faces became strangers to the witch who was once the most popular girl in her class.

Eventually, the plain, uneducated, outsider came to her senses, looking around only to realize everyone on the beach was acting like she didn't exist. The only person who seemed amused by her was an absolute goddess rocking tattoos and long, shiny blue hair.

The guy behind the bluette bombshell had his hands all over her, disregarding the stick-figure girl. "Who's this, babe?"

The blue-haired witch grinned wickedly, filled with the elitist attitude she stole from a top mean girl. She'd stolen her rival's body, mind, and boyfriend. Dani wasn't a stickler for monogamy, and really, didn't she deserve a boyfriend and a girlfriend?

But that wasn't the only thing she took from her former bully. "I don't know, Tristan. Hey bitch, what's your name?"

It took the mundane young woman a second to even remember. "Oh, um. Jane Morgan?"

That made Jane, now Melody laugh. "Oh, Plain Jane! I knew her once, but she just sort of fell off the face of the Earth. Glad to see you've been up to nothing interesting, but this is actually a closed party."

Melody Gray fiddled with her necklace, the full moon charm now adorned with a brilliant diamond to complete her set. It sat above an almost cartoonishly large chest. Maybe she went a bit overboard, but daddy promised her a boob job, and Melody loved when every guy and girl on the beach couldn't help but stare.

The queen bee of the beach sighed, officially done with Jane. She wasn't a bully anymore; she wasn't anything. She was insignificant, and that was enough for Melody. "Run off and do... well, who cares, right?"

Jane ran off with tears in her eyes, grappling with a sense of loss she couldn't quite explain as she ran off to her unremarkable life. Melody, meanwhile, reveled in her boyfriend groping her as her new memories as the popular it girl and richest witch in town replaced a much less interesting life she was happy to leave behind.

(Thank you to my Sugar Patrons for helping me with another fun poll of suggestions! There was a tie, so that means you get attribute theft AND altification! The model used goes by Riae! Find ways to support me as a Sugar Patron on my Discord!)

[misseviehyde]

ONE RING

Michael shivered as he held the small circle of perfect gold he had crafted aloft and watched the light shine on its flawless surface. It truly was beautiful.

It was the final and greatest of the magic rings he had crafted - the greatest and most powerful ever made.

Michael had always been interested in metal craft and he had always been more practical than academic. His Dad was a welder and a blacksmith and had passed down many of the family secrets to Michael... but it wasn't until he had found the meteor that he had realised the true potential.

Michael had found a small meteoric rock in a scorched ring in the woods, inside the cracked lava-like shell was a perfect glob of golden metal. It looked like gold, but was something far more otherworldly. Michael had soon discovered he could imbue the metal with magical properties.

He wouldn't have know what to do with such power if his younger sister Brandy hadn't been the target of relentless bullying. Six girls at school had taken to making her life miserable, so Michael had conceived a grand plan.

He had forged six rings of power and the bullies had eagerly taken them. Each ring made them even more powerful than before amplifying their beauty, strength, charisma and sex appeal. Brianna had become the head cheerleader, Lacey now had the massive tits she had always dreamed of. Becki was now a boy-killing slut and Rhianna had her step-daddy twisted round her finger. April had seduced her teacher and now could smoke anywhere she wanted in the school and Ashley now had a burn book with blackmail material on every person at school.

The bullies were now stronger and more powerful than ever. They were supposed to leave Brandy alone in return for their rings, but the bullying had just gotten worse. That was okay... it had never been the true plan anyway.

Michael had forged a ring in secret that none of the girls knew about. A Master Ring. One Ring to control the others. Whoever wore it would become the Master of the other rings and their wearers.

All Michael had to do was put on the ring and his sisters bullies would belong to him. Then he could finally stop them from hurting other people. And yet he hesitated. He had forged this ring, but there was something disquieting about it. Something... evil?

He shook his head. Impossible. It was just a tool. His tool and he would use it. Sliding the ring onto a chain he took a deep breath and slid it over his neck.

Michael shivered as a delicious tingle throbbed through him. A feeling of power and control flushed through his body, causing his beating heart and anxiety to slow. Michael's lips twisted into a dominant sneer as he felt six confused minds - like ghostly echos. They were immediately aware of him and he could sense their confusion as he took control.

They fought him, but his ring was too powerful and as his own mind expanded and grew in power - soooo easy to subdue.

"That's right bitches, you're my girls now."

Using the ring made Michael feel good. It's power flooded into him and made his body throb with pleasure. The petty desires and thoughts of his slaves were washed back into him and their very souls exposed.

All their petty jealousy, sexual desire, vanity and cruelty were washing over Michael. The combined bitchiness of six evil sluts pulsing into his body and wrapping around his mind.

Michael tried to wrench his thoughts to the purpose he had intended... making the bullies become better people... yet the images and desires now flashing through his mind were so very intriguing and delicious.

Images of sucking cock, flushing nerd girls heads down the toilet... seducing teachers... buying expensive clothes... walking through the corridors like Goddesses and knowing they were untouchable flashed through his mind.

The ring gave him power over the six bullies, but it also created a conduit. Their brattiness was now pouring into him and awakening desires and feelings he never realised he'd had until now.

Michael groaned as his hair began to lengthen around his shoulders and his beard began to fade. Bones in his body popped and cracked and the material of his t shirt began to change... the neckline plunging dramatically as it became tight and clingy.

"Noooo what's mmmmmh happening to me?" he gasped grabbing the sink to steady himself. Looking down Michael saw his fingernails were lengthening. Each one was developing a white tip and growing thicker... they looked like some expensive manicure a spoiled rich girl might sport.

They looked good..

No! This wasn't him! He had to take off the ring, he was being influenced by the hormonal slutty bitchy minds of the bullies. He was absorbing their worst traits... all of them.

And yet... and yet it felt so fucking good.

Michael peered into the mirror and frowned. His face seemed less angular, more rounded. His skin was softer, tanned and with a healthy glow.

"My fucking chest... mmmmmh it's growing." Michael watched with fascination as his flat chest swelled and grew. "Fuck yesssss!" he hissed gripping the sink tightly as his boobs got bigger and bigger and bigger.

His hair was now down to his lower shoulders and his trousers had fused with his top. A figure hugging black dress now caressed every curve of his body and with a crack his hips pushed out wider.

Michael's eyes rolled back into his head as he felt the six bullies combined psyche merge with his own. He was becoming one with them... one with their hive mind. But he was in charge. He was the fucking boss.

"I'm the fucking Mistress now,." he growled laughing as he felt his dick turn numb and shrivel away. "Useless fucking thing," he hissed enjoying the sound of his higher pitched voice as his Adam's apple retreated.

Michael felt the ring around his neck throb with power and he opened himself up to it. He was the Queen and the six bullies were his subjects. From now on they would be his clique... he was the Alpha girl now.

Michael's features shimmered as thick heavy makeup coated his features... perfect foundation, long mascara lashes and thick glossy lipstick.

Everything male about him has been overwritten and improved.

He was no longer Michael.

She... she was Mikayla.

Mikayla examined herself in satisfaction and then with a cold sneer exerted the power of the ring. She felt the six bullies snap into place as their minds were twisted to serve and worship her.

So long as they wore their rings, they would be enslaved to her will and yet through her they would be the most evil bitches possible.

Mikayla felt the cold and evil power of the ring fill her up and scorch her soul. She breathed out, feeling her massive chest heave and seeming to exhale out the goodness and kindness that had been holding her back.

A desire for power... a desire to dominate and control filled her. It felt good to be the Dark Queen to have the power. She has so much to explore about being a spoiled beautiful evil bitch.

She drank deeply from her vassals knowledge, stealing their knowledge of makeup, fashion, boys and femininity. She felt her expanded mind swell with knowledge and power. She sneered at how weak she had been as a boy.

"Haha that little bitch Brandy has no idea what an evil older sister she now has," gloated Mikayla. "I can't wait to show her."

Striding out of the room - the ring of power bouncing on her massive chest - the new Queen of the Bullies and Mistress of the rings strode off to embrace her destiny.

So long as she never lost her ring... she would be unstoppable.

[shadow211e]

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.

[eternalsa2z]

Get In

"Hi is this Uber for Jem?"

"Even better bitch. This is your Büber driving you to a new and improved life. We're gonna make a stop at a plastic surgeons to get you some nice fake tits and lips like mine. Then we'll pick up some hawt clothes and makeup at the mall so you'll get five star reviews. Lastly I'll drop you off at the customer reprogramming center so you can start your training to be a sexy pickup artist like myself."

[rylem33]

A Happy Ending

I’ve been doing a lot of bitchification and corruption stories lately that tend towards “bad” endings. I was asked to do a story with a happy ending. So please enjoy.

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Ben sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, hands twisted in his hair.  It had been so different since that morning.  A few days ago his relationship, his life, turned upside down without any explanation. The bedroom door clicked open and Ben flinched.

Aubrey stood there, backlit by the hallway light, like she hadn’t a care in the world. She looked insanely hot—decked out in tight, pastel pink from head to toe. The lace-up top barely contained her cleavage, crisscrossed strings holding the fabric together like it might snap if she so much as breathed too hard. Her matching pink pants clung to her hips, laced all the way down the sides, showing off every curve like she was a walking thirst trap.

A chunky designer bag hung from her wrist and her blonde hair was perfectly styled. A diamond choker glittered at her throat. And those clear sky-high platform heels clicked softly on the floor as she stepped inside.

She flicked her hair over her shoulder with a lazy smirk.

“Ugh, God, this place is such a dump,” she muttered under her breath, glancing around. “I swear to God, I cannot believe I used to like living like this.”

Ben stayed quiet. He’d heard it all before. He’d heard her snap at the barista that morning. Heard her chew out the mailman for “bending the packages.” He’d watched her roll her eyes at their neighbors in the hallway, ignoring them like they didn’t even exist when they said ‘hello’..

The old Aubrey would’ve died of embarrassment acting like that. But this Aubrey loved it. She loved being bratty, bitchy, and sometimes just outright mean to just about everyone. But when she looked at him—just him—her whole face softened.

“Baby…” she sighed, stepping closer, crouching in front of him. She pressed her fingers under his chin and tilted his face up to meet hers.

“I hate seeing you like this,” she whispered. “You don’t deserve it. Not you.”

Ben’s throat tightened. “But it’s what I get, isn’t it? You… you don’t want me anymore.” “Not like that.” Aubrey frowned.

“I love you,” she whispered like it hurt to admit it.  “I just… I can’t want you right now. Not like… this.”

She stood up, pacing toward the window. He watched her in silence as she stared out into the city lights. Even standing still she had a presence. It was like she knew she was the hottest thing in the building. In all honesty, she was.

“Ugh. You wouldn’t believe the looks I got tonight,” she scoffed, running her manicured nails down her waist. “Women practically begging me for attention. Men groveling like dogs. It was pathetic.”

Her head turned slightly, just enough to glance at him over her shoulder. Her eyes were soft again, like none of that mattered when it came to him.

“I’ve gotta tell you something,” she whispered. Her voice cracking a little. 

“What?” he said harsher than he wanted.

“Ever since that night. God, Ben. It’s been so fucking bad.”

She started pacing again, her bag swinging at her side. “I’ve been so goddamn horny, baby. All the fucking time. But I don’t do anything. I come home to you.”

Ben swallowed hard. His voice cracked. “Why? Why come back to me?”

She let out a soft, almost bitter, laugh but when she turned fully to face him again, her expression was serious.

“Because I love you, Ben. I didn’t want this.” she said waving her arms up and down her body. “I only wanted you. Whatever did this to me, didn’t ask my permission first.”

She kneeled down in front of him and placed her head against his stomach. She could see his cock grow immediately. She sighed. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to tease you. It’s not my fault I’m only attracted to hot women now.”

Ben stood, like he wasn’t sure if his legs would hold him. “Then… what are we supposed to do?”

She bit her lip, glancing down like she was arguing with herself. Then, like she’d decided fuck it, she walked up and grabbed his hands. “Come with me. Let me show you where this all started. Maybe… maybe it can give us a way to fix this.“

He nodded once. “Okay.“

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Later that night, they stood outside of Mina’s. Aubrey had demanded time to change into something “actually worth wearing.”

She wasn’t kidding.

Gone was the pink lace-up outfit. Now she stood in front of him like she was ready to start a riot.

Tiny black leather shorts barely covered her ass. A microscopic black bikini top pushed her tits up so high they looked like they might spill out if she breathed wrong. She had some oversized leather jacket draped over her shoulders like she couldn’t be bothered to actually wear it. And those pink and black Playboy boots? They looked like they belonged to the Queen of Bad Decisions herself.

Her hair was a messy, high blonde updo, loose curls falling around her face. And that smirk? God, it was lethal.

“You better not stare like some sad little puppy all night,” she snapped at Ben without looking back. I swear to God, if you start embarrassing me again, I’ll leave your ass right here.“

Ben flinched but nodded. He knew she didn’t mean it. Or at least, he hoped she didn’t.

Aubrey strutted right up to the door like she owned the building. Ben hung back half a step, anxiety bubbling in his chest. Aubrey’s friend Melanie had somehow gotten them on the list for Rachel’s bachelorette party. It was an exclusive club and you could barely notice it from the street. They weren’t on the list for tonight.

The bouncer didn’t move. He stood there like a wall, mouth twisted in permanent disapproval. His eyes flicked down to Ben, then slid to Aubrey.

“Name?” he grunted.

Aubrey didn’t even slow down. She blew right past the velvet rope like she didn’t hear him.

“Move.” Her voice cut through the air like a slap.

The bouncer’s hand shot out, blocking her with the back of his arm. “Not how this works, sweetheart.“

Aubrey slowly turned her head, her lip curling in mock amusement. She glanced down at his arm like it was something disgusting she’d have dry-cleaned off later.

“*Did I stutter?” she hissed, stepping in, heels clicking sharply. “*Move. We’re going in.“

The bouncer stood his ground, jaw tightening. “Name, now.”

Ben felt his stomach sink. He knew this wouldn’t work. Of course this wouldn’t work. Why the hell had he let her drag him…

Aubrey let out the fakest, most annoyed laugh Ben had ever heard. She leaned in, dragging one long pink nail down the man’s massive arm.

“God,” Aubrey groaned, rolling her eyes like she was already over this man’s existence. “Do I look like I give my name to rent-a-thugs?“

The bouncer’s nostrils flared. “You’re not on the list. Neither is he. Go home.“

Aubrey tilted her head, giving a slow, vicious smile. She leaned in, pressing her nail dead-center on his chest.

“Listen up, muscle boy,” she whispered, voice dipped in venom, “I’m not going home. I’m not giving you my name. And I’m not going to explain myself to some bloated doorman with more biceps than brains.“

The bouncer stiffened.

“Here’s what is going to happen,” Aubrey continued, her finger stopping dead-center on his chest. “You’re going to move. Right now. Or I’m going to make such a fucking scene that your boss is begging me to step over your worthless body.“

Ben swallowed hard. He could feel the tension.

For a heartbeat, the bouncer didn’t move. 

Then, grinding his jaw so hard Ben swore he could hear his teeth, the bouncer let out a long, sharp breath through his nose and jerked the rope aside with a harsh swipe.

“Go. Both of you.“

Aubrey smiled, slow, cold, and victorious. “Good boy.“

She grabbed Ben by the wrist, dragging him toward the entrance without looking back once. The music hit like a wave the moment the door shut behind them.

Aubrey leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear, voice pure sin.”See, baby? Told you I always get what I want.“

She ran her fingers through his hair, nails grazing his scalp, her voice softening just for him.

“And I want you with me. Always.“

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The place was unlike anywhere Ben had ever been before. He could feel the pounding bass deep in his chest. The room was mostly dark, but neon lights cracked through the haze in pinks, purples, and reds. 

The room was full of attractive people. Those who weren’t were flaunting their money. And even amongst this crowd, every eye was on her. Aubrey knew it, too. 

Her hips swayed like a metronome in perfect sync with the music, head high, showing off her toned stomach and perfect tits. She stomped across the floor in her knee-high boots like she owned it.

Men turned to watch her. Women did too. Some watched with hunger and others with jealousy. Every stare slid over her body like they needed to own her or be her. And Aubrey loved it. She basked in it.

The moment people noticed Ben walking hand-in-hand with her, their faces twisted into confusion. It was like they were seeing some joke they didn’t understand.

A tall woman in leather leaned against the bar, eyes flicking from Aubrey to Ben and back again. She let out a loud, mocking laugh as they passed. “Seriously? That’s who you’re dragging in here? Him?“

Aubrey noticed how the words impacted Ben. She stopped on a dime, turning her head just enough to flash that flawless, dangerous smile.

“I’m sorry,” she purred, taking a step toward the woman without missing a beat, “did you say something?“

The woman straightened, cocking her head, trying to save face. “Just saying you could do a hell of a lot better, sweetheart.“

Aubrey leaned in so close her breath probably tickled the woman’s ear. “You think I give a fuck what you think? He’s with me.”

The woman flinched—actually flinched—before looking away, silent.

Aubrey turned on her heel without missing a beat, grabbing Ben’s hand tight and pulling him through the crowd.

“Ignore them, baby,” Aubrey whispered, glancing over her shoulder with a devilish grin. “They’ll learn.“

She dragged him onto the center of the floor, right into the slow swirl of red light. Her body moved like she belonged there—hips rolling, arms stretching over her head, letting the music own her. She danced like she hadn’t thought about anything but herself in days.

Ben tried to keep up, standing awkwardly at first. But then Aubrey leaned in, biting her lip, grabbing his shirt. “Loosen up, baby.“

He tried. God, he tried. They danced for a while, an odd pairing in the sea of perfect strangers. The looks never stopped. Ben felt every single one.

She leaned in, brushing her lips against his ear again. “This is where I was… right here, dancing my ass off. Drinking God knows what.“

Ben tried to swallow the lump in his throat. “But you didn’t feel anything? Nothing… weird?“

She just shrugged, turning her back to him, rolling her hips in time with the beat like it was second nature. 

“It was a bachelorette party and was drunk, baby. I felt good. I don’t even remember leaving. Somehow I got home. Then I woke up the next morning like… this.”

Ben nodded, then leaned in and whispered, “I need a minute.”

He slipped away, leaving Aubrey dancing by herself.

Immediately, two guys tried to slide in, but Aubrey shut them down with a single withering glance. They walked away defeated, like she’d kicked them in the chest.

Ben couldn’t help but smile, just a little.

Ben’s eyes scanned the crowd, searching for something to give reason to what happened to Aubrey. He tried to ask a few people, but no one cared to listen. They were all to busy enjoying their night. After a while, he ended up at the bar. He leaned in, desperate for someone to take him seriously. 

The bartender, a man in his mid-thirties with tattooed arms and slicked-back hair, leaned forward lazily. “What’ll it be?“

Ben hesitated, eyes darting toward Aubrey, who was still dancing but now with a woman who was draping herself on Aubrey in a way Ben found both hot and disturbing. Ben leaned in closer. “Actually… I—”  He rubbed his face, feeling ridiculous even trying to explain it.  “I don’t need a drink. I… I need answers.”

The bartender arched an eyebrow. “Don’t we all?“

“My wife… she came here a few days ago. She woke up the next morning looking… different. Acting… different. You ever heard of something like that happening here?“

The bartender just stared at him for a second, like he wasn’t sure if Ben was fucking with him or not. Then he gave a slow shake of his head.

“Look, man… this is a club. People get wasted, they wake up different every weekend. That’s how it works.“

Ben’s heart sank. “No, I mean—“

“I heard you.”  The bartender leaned in, lowering his voice just slightly.  “If something happened to her, it wasn’t me, and it wasn’t here. People like to blame this place for all kinds of weird shit. But trust me… we just serve drinks.“

Ben sat back, deflated. His eyes flicked toward Aubrey again.

“Sorry, man,” He slid Ben a drink. “Wish I had more for you. That one’s on the house.”

Ben forced a weak smile and sipped his drink.

They stayed a while longer. The entire time, Aubrey danced and flirted. She worshipped the attention. But Ben could tell she kept checking on him too. She wanted him there. As much as she drank it all in, she never let herself stray too far from him.

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They fumbled through the door sometime after two in the morning, the door slamming shut behind them. Aubrey stumbled first, kicking off her pink and black Playboy boots with a careless giggle.

“God, I needed that,” she sighed, flopping back onto the couch with zero grace. She sprawled out like she owned the place, leather jacket slipping off one shoulder, her legs spreading wide, head falling back onto the pillows.

Ben leaned against the door, watching her in that fucking outfit—the black leather shorts clinging to her hips, the micro bikini top still somehow holding on by a thread. Her skin glistened with sweat.

“You’re something else…” Ben muttered, words slurring just enough to betray how many drinks he’d downed trying to keep up with her.

Aubrey cracked open one eye, smirking even wider. “Damn right. Took you this long to notice?“

She stood up, sauntering toward the bedroom without paying attention to him. 

As she reached the doorframe, she shrugged off her leather jacket, letting it drop to the floor without a care. She continued, reaching behind her back and tugging the tiny black top up and over her head, exposing every inch of flawless, bouncing skin. She let it fall from her fingers with a soft thump.

Ben stood there, unable to do anything but watch. 

Aubrey shimmied out of her tight leather shorts next, stepping out of them one leg at a time until she was completely naked, standing there like a fucking curse made flesh.

She climbed into bed, stretching out like a goddess, pulling the blanket down with one hand and patting the empty spot next to her.

“Come here, baby.“

Ben didn’t hesitate. He slid in next to her, pulling her tight against his chest, burying his face in her hair.

“Aubrey…” he whispered.

She let out a slow, knowing breath, sitting up just slightly. “Baby… don’t.“

But he couldn’t stop. He missed her. Missed how she used to melt under his touch, how she used to need him. “Just… let me try.“

His hands slid up her thighs, shaking just a little. Her body stiffened.

“Ben…” she whispered again, softer this time, almost broken.

He looked up at her, desperate. “Please… let me have you. Just… just once.“

She slid her fingers into his hair, cupping the back of his head. She pulled him forward, pressing her lips to his forehead, holding him there.

“You don’t want me like that,” she whispered, voice shaking.

Ben’s throat closed tight. He wanted to argue, but deep down, he knew she was right.

She curled her fingers around his hand on her waist, whispering so soft he almost didn’t catch it.

“I still love you, Ben. I know this is killing you. Hopefully, this will all be over in the morning.“

Ben closed his eyes tight, breathing her in. They held onto each other until sleep finally took them both.

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Aubrey cracked open one eye. Her head pounded. She groaned, rolling over into the mess of tangled sheets but Ben’s side was empty.

“Fuck me…” she hissed under her breath, throwing the blanket off herself and sitting up slowly, clutching her head.

She rubbed her temples, wincing at every creak of the floor as she padded naked toward the kitchen. She grabbed a glass from the counter and slammed it under the faucet.

“God, why does everything fucking suck today?” she growled to no one, slamming the glass down hard enough to rattle the counter.

The hallway bathroom door was cracked open, light spilling out onto the floor.

“Ben?” she croaked, dragging herself toward it. “You been up for a while?“

She rubbed her bleary eyes and pushed the door open fully. Standing at the mirror was a woman. A tall, blonde and toned woman.

Aubrey’s eyes moved up and down, taking in her full hips, her curves. The woman locked eyes with Aubrey in the mirror. The eyes were frighteningly familiar.

“Ben?” Aubrey spoke, stepping inside.

The woman turned around slowly, her lips curling into a cocky little smirk, one perfectly manicured brow arching up. “Took you long enough to fucking wake up.“

Aubrey staggered back a step, staring at the walking, talking sex bomb standing in front of her.

“Holy shit… Ben? What… what the fuck?“

Ben laughed. “Guess our little trip to the club worked after all, baby.“

Aubrey’s mouth hung open, completely wrecked by the sight.

Ben stepped toward her, barefoot, hips swaying like he’d been this way his whole life. She leaned one hand on the doorframe right beside Aubrey’s head, lips curling into something wicked.

“God, look at you,” Ben purred, eyeing her up and down. “Fuck me, you’re so hot.“

Aubrey’s head spun. “Ben… you’re a woman.”

Ben chuckled, leaning in, brushing a strand of blonde hair behind Aubrey’s ear, voice dropping to a filthy whisper. “So are you, babe.“

Aubrey’s heart hammered in her chest as she realized the truth.  They could be together. “Holy fuck… we can make this work.“

Ben grinned wide, leaning in even closer until their lips almost touched. “Damn right we can.“

Aubrey launched forward, crashing her lips into Ben’s. Ben groaned into her mouth like she’d been starving for this. Their bodies collided in a blur of sweat and want, hands gripping skin, pulling, clawing, claiming.

“God,” Aubrey gasped, dragging her nails down Ben’s bare back, “I’ve been so fucking horny. I’ve been trying so hard to not cheat. And now, I don’t have to fight anymore. You feel so fucking good.”

Ben…no, Brenna, the name popping into her brain, bit her bottom lip hard enough to make her whimper, then shoved her back against the cool tile wall of the bathroom.

“I’ve waited for this too, Aubrey.“

Their mouths crashed again. Aubrey’s leg wrapped around Brenna’s thigh, grinding shamelessly. Their curves pressed together, sin made flesh. Every inch of friction felt necessary, like they’d been wired for this moment their whole lives and just hadn’t realized it.

The mirror behind them fogged with their heat.

They stumbled out of the bathroom, tangled and gasping, knocking into furniture, laughing, cursing, tearing the place apart on their way to the bedroom.

“This is fucking insane,” Aubrey moaned as Brenna pushed her down onto the mattress, crawling on top of her.  “We’re insane.“

“Fucking good,” Brenna corrected, trailing kisses down her neck. “Fucking perfect.“

Aubrey pulled her up by the hair and kissed her hard.

They didn’t care how loud or how feral they were. It was two goddesses reclaiming each other in bodies that finally matched their hunger.

Moans turned to growls. Fingers tangled in hair. Mouths explored with filthy desperation. It was euphoric. It was a rebirth forged in sweat and spit and love twisted with heat.

And when they came, it was loud. Their breathless, bodies arching and shaking in the ruined sheets. Brenna pulled Aubrey close, lips brushing her ear. Aubrey curled into Brenna’s side, trailing lazy fingers over her stomach.

“You feel it, don’t you?” Brenna whispered. “We’re fucking unstoppable now.“

Aubrey grinned, heart pounding, body still buzzing. “The world has no idea what’s coming.“

They lay there a moment longer before Aubrey rolled onto her back, eyes burning into the ceiling, a wicked little smirk curling on her lips. “Let’s burn it all down, baby…“

Ben leaned over, biting softly at her shoulder. “…together.“

And just like that, the world was officially fucked.

[kelykorruption]

[hotdonnafox]

Room 307 - Dorm Room Dreams

Mark wasn't sure how he’d ended up with the dorm assignment for Room 307. He was shy, quiet, and definitely not someone you’d expect to room with four loud, carefree party girls. When he first moved in, he had been hopeful about keeping to himself, avoiding the late-night chaos that seemed to revolve around his roommates. They had made it clear from day one that their nights were spent going to clubs, bringing people back to the dorm, and throwing wild parties.

Chloe, Amber, Tasha, and Liv had welcomed Mark in their own way offering shots of tequila and laughing at his awkward refusal. The room he was assigned to was small, but it was fine for someone who valued solitude. What Mark didn’t know was that the previous occupant of the room hadn’t been like him at all.

Her name was Jessie. And she had been just like them.

The first few nights in Room 307, Mark tried to drown out the sounds of music and laughter drifting in from the common area. He had grown up with little exposure to the wild social lives that his new roommates lived. Most nights, he just threw on a pair of noise-cancelling headphones and dove into his textbooks, hoping to survive the semester in relative peace.

But then, the dreams started.

At first, they were vivid, hazy moments. He was at a party. The music was thumping, the lights were dim, and people were dancing. He could feel the weight of the room’s energy, the intoxication of attention on him. He was wearing something tight, something revealing, and his body moved in ways that felt foreign. The laughter, the flirting, the high of being in the center of it all. It felt so real, like he was living it.

Mark woke up confused, drenched in sweat, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream. He assumed it was just his mind playing tricks on him after being around his party-girl roommates. But every night, the dreams grew stronger. The parties became more intense, the people more familiar. He felt emotions that weren’t his confidence, desire, vanity. He felt the rush of being admired, desired by others. But what was more troubling was that he was starting to crave it.

One night, while in the dream, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. But it wasn’t him it was a girl. Long, wavy blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her reflection wore a tight dress that clung to her body. Her makeup was perfect, lips plump and glossy. It took a moment to realize this wasn’t just any girl. It was Jessie, the room’s previous occupant.

Mark woke up with his heart pounding, but something about the dream lingered. That feeling of confidence, of control, of being wanted. It wasn’t something he had ever experienced in real life. And despite his confusion, part of him wanted to feel that again.

As the days passed, the dreams began to bleed into his waking life. The longer he stayed in Room 307, the more frequent the dreams became. Mark started noticing small changes in himself. His reflection in the mirror looked… different. His hair seemed a little softer, longer. His skin, once pale, began to glow with a new vitality. He felt lighter, more graceful. At first, he brushed it off as exhaustion or stress, but deep down, he knew something strange was happening.

His behavior started to shift as well. He found himself lingering in front of his roommates’ mirrors, studying his face and how a touch of makeup might change it. He began to wonder how he’d look in one of the dresses hanging in their closets. The idea horrified him, but another part of him was undeniably curious.

Then came the night he found the box...

Tucked away in the back of the closet, a small, pink shoebox was hidden beneath old bedding. Inside were things Jessie had left behind makeup, jewelry, a few photographs, and a notebook filled with her messy handwriting. As he thumbed through the pages, Mark realized these weren’t just random notes they were memories. She had written about her life in the dorm, the parties, the attention she craved. It was all there her desires, her thoughts, her need to be seen and loved. And as Mark read, something inside him shifted.

The dreams became even more intense after that. Each time he fell asleep in Room 307, it was as if he slipped further into Jessie’s life. He didn’t just dream about the parties anymore he was her. Her emotions, her thoughts, her very essence poured into him, filling every crevice of his mind. She wasn’t just haunting him she was becoming him.

When he woke up, the changes in his body were undeniable. His once rough hands had become soft and delicate, his legs slender and smooth. His chest felt strange, as if it were pushing against his shirt in ways it never had before. His hips curved slightly, his face sharper, more feminine. He was becoming her.

Despite the fear, there was something intoxicating about it. He started wearing her clothes when no one was around tight skirts, crop tops, heels. At first, it was just curiosity, but soon, it felt like the only way to feel right. The person he saw in the mirror wasn’t Mark anymore. It was Jessie, in all her flirtatious, seductive glory.

His thoughts, too, were changing. School became less important. He started skipping classes, spending more time with his roommates, going to their parties, soaking in the attention that once felt so foreign. The girls didn’t seem to notice the changes they were too caught up in their own worlds, and maybe on some level, it just seemed like Mark was loosening up.

But Mark knew better. The more time he spent in Room 307, the less he felt like himself. He was starting to think like Jessie, act like her, want the things she wanted. The shy, timid guy who had moved in weeks ago was slipping away, replaced by a confident, vain, party-loving girl who craved attention. Each time he woke up, there was less of him and more of her.

The final step came one night, after yet another vivid dream. Mark or what was left of him stood in front of the mirror, staring at the reflection. His body had fully transformed long, wavy blonde hair, a curvaceous figure, full lips, and wide, inviting eyes. He no longer looked like Mark at all. He was Jessie now, through and through.

And as he looked at himself, a smile curved across his lips. The fear was gone. The resistance was gone. He liked what he saw. He liked being her.

There was no going back

[cottonundiestf]

76?

Ever since she found that odd staff at the Night Market, the room was uncomfortably warm for Layla. Something about the air on her skin was making her bead with sweat, so she checked her thermometer. It was still the same room temperature air she usually lived in.

Until it wasn't! For some reason, as Layla watched the digital thermometer, the numbers on the screen started dialing back. It wasn't like she turned down the dial, but the house was getting colder. In spite of that, Layla didn't feel cold?

Despite that, her arms looked cold. Like they were almost blue. In fact, they were definitely blue! And those beads of sweat were starting to crystalize. She was cooling the house, draining away the heat!

The temperature was dropping fast now, until the screen started cracking. It wasn't the only thing, as her shirt and shorts became brittle. As her hips and chest filled out into Queenly proportions, her clothes couldn't handle her hourglass figure and shattered. Even her curly brown hair was straightening, becoming translucent and segmented, like sheets of ice.

The house around her was frosting over. The walls, floors, and ceilings were coating with ice. Everything was so new and different, and Layla was concerned until she felt something calling her. That staff.

She laid her hands on its cool shaft and a chilly calm washed over her. This was her right. Her domain. Expression and panic drained from her face as she wielded the staff's magic, letting ice consume her home and the area around it, raising it up into a castle of ice looming over her frosted-over neighbors. Her subjects.

With a wave of her staff, she adorned her perfect frozen body with a sheer, crystalline dress to match, with a plunging neckline to bare her noble beauty. She was a ruler; a monster adventurers could try to slay if they could brave her snowstorms.

Or, if they were interesting enough, perhaps she would claim them as a consort and let them feel the softness and warmth beneath her ice...

[ladybelladonna76]

Rachel didn't know what her stepdad saw in that stupid girl he was dating

She was obviously hot, but she was also bitchy, vain, and materialistic

Unsurprisingly he'd met this goldigger shortly after the medical negligence payout from her mother's accidental death, at the hands of a drunk quack doctor, when Daddy had been looking for some comfort at the bottom of a whiskey glass in questionable bars

"We're going to have so much fun, Daddy says we can spend whatever we want today, I have permission to spoil us both rotten"

Rachel rolled her eyes

"Let's just get this over and done with"

"Okay Rachey, I promise you're going to love it, this salon works miracles, then we go shopping!", Rosie squealed as she said shopping like some over excited middle school girl on a carnival ride

"Whatever, I'm doing this because DAD asked me too that's all, after the salon you can drop me off home before going out shopping"

"Okay meanie" Rosie pouted

Inside the salon it was as bad as Rachel had feared. This was just a grooming kennel for over primped high maintenance bitches, she couldn't think of one treatment she wanted to try.

"Please try the New U facial treatment Rachey" Rosie whined in her bimbo voice for the hundredth time

"Fine if you'll shut up, at least I get to lay down and relax"

She laid back and the beautician put the mask over her face

The mask started to emit a pulsing wave of light

It feels wrong, invasive, it hurts

She tried to sit up but couldn't move

Her brain felt like it was aflame as the light seemed to penetrate her skull

Suddenly words and concepts started to run through Rachel's head.

Bitch, cuckold, homewrecker, conniving, golddigger, manipulative

Every word brought a flood of images and memories of Rachel as the living embodiment of these words

Rachel knew she wasn't, there was no way she could be, she had never, would never do any of those things, her mom and dad raised her with a strong sense of right and wrong and everything she saw herself doing was wrong.

Rachel could sense new color behind her eyelids even though her eyes were closed tight

More information washed over her, new feelings and ideas.

She had secretly coveted her Step Daddy for years after her mom had married him. No he was always her Daddy, no my Dad, wasn't he?

I'd fucked that gold digging bitch's plastic surgeon behind her back, mommy dearest was fucking him to get a discount so he was fair game.

That's how I got him addicted to drugs and me, I got him drunk, high, and fucked him all night before the day of the surgery. I'd made him botch the surgery

Rachel screamed inside the mask, that's not me I wouldn't, I couldn't, I love my Mommy

Rachel felt her body starting to alter as the new light worked it's magic

She started to groan inside the mask as she felt her body staring to firm and tone, her breasts grew as implants formed inside them, her lips plumped, her nails lengthened into beautiful manicured claws.

Daddy loved her body so much better than her mom's pathetic..

"Oh my God, mom I'm sorry this isn't me, this isn't what I wanted!!"

Rachel removed the mask and looked around for her stepmom

Where was she?

"There's only us Raquel", she thought

This didn't make any sense

"We were always jealous of Mommy since middle school, all her boy toys, her clothes, cars, vacations, we just had to bide our time until we were all grown up and then he could be ours"

He?

Daddy?

Was Daddy hers now alone?

Ever nerve in her body fired in unison at this realization as an orgasm swept through her body

Of course New U Salon's machines didn't really work miracles they only used a cutting edge application of Quantum Mechanics.

They did however merge Rachel and her stepmom's quantum realities

A little tweak here and there, so the Quantum realm remained while and all was perfect with the world again

Another happy customer with guaranteed repeat business and referrals to boot

Rachel was very satisfied

Raquel skipped shopping that day and rushed home to her Daddy

She'd wanted him since he'd first walked into her life with her bitch mother

She spent years preparing for when they could be together. Years studying her mother's manipulation techniques, daily exercise at the gym to sculpt her body into a temple to be worshiped, style to dress in a manner befitting a goddess, oh and sex, how she'd perfected the art of love making and giving, she'd become such a slut.

All to be ready for her Daddy and now he was hers, she'd never give him up

New U Salon really was miraculous

[alternate-ram]

STEP MOM'S GIFT

OMG - Jane, I can't believe your Step Mom just gave me this fur coat! Isn't that nice of her?

I swear, sometimes she treats me like I'm her daughter too... I know, I know, she's an evil manipulative golddigger and we shouldn't trust the bitch, but it would be rude to turn down a birthday present.

Fine, I won't take anything else from her, I promise.

Anyway, don't I look cute in this? I love how it makes my ass look. Hmm, I wonder if blonde hair would go well with the fur...

***************

There you are bitch, where's your Step Mom? I need to thank her for my sexy new boobs.

These last few months have been nothing but an endless stream of gifts from her; from tanning sessions to plastic surgery, luxury makeup to designer clothes. I've had it all!

I know I promised I wouldn't let her give me anything else, but it turns out I like breaking promises just as much as I love being spoiled by her.

You know, sometimes when we're out together, people actually think we're mother and daughter! We don't even correct them anymore, we think it's funny.

We've really opened each other's eyes to how pathetic you are, to the point where I can't believe I used to call you my friend.

Honestly it's a miracle you actually have any friends, let alone a boyfriend - well, soon to be former boyfriend.

Hahaha, let's just say I've been showing him what company with a real woman is like!

Consider it my birthday gift to you. Hmmm, speaking of... did your Step Mom even get you anything this year?

No? I thought not, turning me into her perfect evil-stepdaughter has kept her very preoccupied after all.

Oops - did I let that slip?

Well, no point hiding it now. Besides, it's far too late for you to stop this, the adoption papers are already submitted.

My own family hasn't recognised me for weeks, and Step-Mommy's treated me as her own ever since I put on this fur coat, all we're doing is formalising it.

She's probably writing you out of your Dad's will as we speak, and putting me in instead.

I hope you're looking forward to living in my fucking shadow, 'step-sister.' Hehe, I'm going to love my new life...