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Influenced

Alexandra and her friends, Mia, Jenna, and Chris, wove their way through the crowded space of their favorite spot in town. They were in search of a table where they could sit and enjoy each other’s company. Mia, with her knack for spotting opportunities in a sea of chaos, pointed to a table in the corner that promised a bit of seclusion.

From their corner view, they sat and listened to the music and chatted about their days.  With a sudden burst of enthusiasm, Alexandra declared it was time for a group selfie.  Standing, she expertly angled her phone to capture the moment—their smiling faces, the warmth of the overhead lights, the background hum of the crowd around them. After a few attempts, filled with laughter and playful complaints about blinking at the wrong moment, they captured the perfect shot.  After examining the photo, Chris, raising his glass in a toast, dubbed Alexandra the “selfie queen,” a title that was met with unanimous approval.   ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alexandra’s afternoon had been perfectly ordinary until her phone erupted with a relentless barrage of notifications. This can’t be right, she thought, silencing the device only for it to vibrate again with an urgency that felt almost apocalyptic. Picking it up, she saw her Twitter app alight with activity. Why would anyone be tweeting at me? Confused, she tapped into the app, her heart rate accelerating as she saw her name trending.

What on earth…? Her eyes widened in disbelief as she scrolled through the tweets, each one a variation of accusation and speculation. A video, blurry and shaky, depicted a woman giving a blowjob. The man was clearly the rapper, Johan, but the woman was hard to recognize. Yet, somehow, everyone had decided the woman was her. This isn’t me. How can they not see it’s not me?

Her phone buzzed with a text from her best friend, Mia:

Mia: Hey, saw Twitter. This is crazy! That’s not you in the video, right?

Alexandra: Of course not! I don’t understand how this is happening. 😞

As she tried to draft a response to the accusations online, her thoughts were a jumble of frustration and disbelief. I need to fix this. Fast.

Another text came through, this time from her brother, Daniel:

Daniel: Alex, please tell me you’re okay. Mom’s freaking out about this Twitter thing. You’re denying it, right?

Alexandra: I’m trying to, but it’s like a tidal wave. I don’t know how to stop it.

She posted a tweet in her defense, her fingers trembling as she typed:

Alexandra: To everyone who’s seen the video going around: That is NOT me. I have no idea how this started, but please stop spreading lies.

Instead of quelling the storm, her post seemed to fuel it further. Comments poured in, a mix of support and vitriol.

RandomUser1: Yeah right, that’s what they all say. #cancelAlexandra

SupportiveStranger: I believe you. This mob mentality is out of control.

Watching the numbers of her followers increase was like observing a car crash in slow motion—horrific yet mesmerizing. Is this really happening to me?

Throughout the evening, the situation escalated. More friends reached out, each message a mix of concern and curiosity. Her social media feeds were a battleground of opinions, and amidst the chaos, Alexandra noticed something unexpected—a surge in followers.

People are following me because of this? Why? . 

Her phone buzzed again, breaking her train of thought. It was another message from Mia.

Mia: This is insane. You’re at 1k followers now. Some people are defending you. Maybe this can be turned around?

Alexandra paused, the gears in her mind beginning to turn. Turned around? How? The seed of an idea was planted, but she shook it off, focusing instead on the immediate firestorm.

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Alexandra woke to the sound of notifications on her phone. The follower count had jumped overnight—10,000 and climbing. This is getting out of control.

Her thumb hovered over the Twitter app, unsure of what to do. Opening it, she braced herself for the onslaught of opinions about her. The tweet she had posted in her defense had become a battleground.

TrendChaser: Clearly looking for her 15 mins of fame. #AlexandraExposed

DigitalDefender: Misidentification happens. Give her a break. #JusticeForAlexandra

Mixed in with the condemnation and conspiracy theories were messages of support, and bizarrely, admiration. People are actually siding with me. They’re… fans?

Her contemplation was interrupted by a new text from Mia.

Mia: You’re trending again. And not just on Twitter. Have you seen Instagram and TikTok? You need to capitalize on this, Alex. Before someone else does.

Alexandra: Capitalize? Mia, my life is being turned upside down. How am I supposed to “capitalize” on that?

Mia: Think about it. You’ve always said you wanted a bigger platform for your art. This could be it, in a weird way. Use the attention.

Use the attention? Alexandra had long craved recognition for her graphic design work, but was this the way? Yet, a growing part of her that whispered of opportunity grew louder. Could I really turn this nightmare into something… beneficial?

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With a mix of excitement and trepidation, Alexandra prepared to share her work with the world. She carefully selected a few of her favorite pieces, each one representing hours of dedication and a piece of her soul. She photographed them in the best light, ensuring the colors popped and the textures spoke through the digital medium.

Her first post was a painting she was particularly proud of, a swirling abstract piece that, to her, represented the chaos and beauty of the natural world. She captioned it with a quote from one of her favorite artists and a brief commentary on what the piece meant to her.

“In the midst of movement and chaos, keep stillness inside of you.” – Deepak Chopra. This piece is my attempt to capture that stillness amidst the chaos of life. Hope it speaks to you as it does to me. #ArtistsOfInstagram #AbstractArt

The reactions were immediate. Many of her followers, drawn in by her usual content of lifestyle and fashion, were surprised but impressed by this new dimension of Alexandra’s creativity.

Fan1: Wow, didn’t know you were an artist too! This is amazing 😍

Fan2: Love seeing this side of you! You’re beautiful and talented. Please share more!

However, not all the feedback was positive. Among the genuine appreciation, there were those who saw this as a departure from the content they followed her for, and they didn’t hesitate to voice their skepticism.

Skeptic1: Seems like everyone’s an artist these days. Looking for a quick claim to fame by showing off some colors and calling it art.

Skeptic2: Attention seeker much? Stick to what you know. This art thing isn’t for you.

The mixed reactions left Alexandra feeling both vindicated and vulnerable. She had hoped her art would be received with open minds, yet the criticism stung, feeding into her insecurities.

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Alexandra and Mia had found a quiet corner in the restaurant where they could catch up. It had been weeks since they last had a moment together, just the two of them.

Mia sipped her drink, watching Alexandra with a mix of concern and curiosity. “So, talk to me,” she said. “How are you handling all… this?” She gestured vaguely, encompassing not just the restaurant, but the entirety of the situation that had swallowed Alexandra whole.

Alexandra shrugged, her phone resting beside her cup, its screen lighting up every few seconds with new notifications. “I have over 100k followers. It’s overwhelming,” she admitted, a frown creasing her brow. “One minute, I’m just me, and the next, I’m this… person everyone has an opinion about.”

Mia nodded, reaching out to gently tap the phone. “And this… is helping? Or making it worse?”

Before Alexandra could answer, the phone buzzed again, its insistent glow pulling her gaze away from Mia. She picked it up, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face, which quickly morphed into reluctant fascination. “Sorry,” she mumbled, swiping through the notifications. “It’s just—”

Mia sighed, leaning back in her chair. “It’s like you’re not even here. You’re with me, but you’re not with me, you know?”

Alexandra looked up, her attention torn. “I know, I know. It’s just hard to ignore. Every buzz could be something important, something else I have to deal with.” Her voice was a mix of justification and frustration, the weight of her new reality settling on her shoulders.

Mia watched her friend, the transformation palpable even in such a simple act as checking her phone. “But is it really that important? More important than the people right in front of you?”

The question hung in the air. Alexandra set the phone down, face-up, as if bracing for the next assault. “It’s all important, Mia. These notifications, the followers, the comments—they’re how I build my business. This was your idea, and now that it’s gained traction, I can’t just ignore it.”

“I know, but at what cost, Alex?” Mia’s voice was gentle, but her eyes were sharp. “Look at you. You’re here but not here.”

Alexandra opened her mouth to protest, but the truth of Mia’s words silenced her. 

The phone buzzed again, more insistent this time, but Alexandra ignored it. She took a deep breath, pushing the device to the side. “You’re right,” she conceded, a small wave of defeat washing over her. “It’s just… hard to balance.”

Mia reached across the table, covering Alexandra’s hand with her own. “I get it. This is all new, and it’s huge. But don’t lose sight of what’s real, okay?”

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Alexandra stared at her phone. She received an email from a brand that, under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t have considered aligning with. The brand was known for its flashy, fast-fashion ethos, and Alexandra was confused why they would reach out to her.

From: [email protected]   To: [email protected]  

Subject: Collaboration Opportunity with FastFashGlam!

Dear Alexandra,

We’ve been following your rise on social media with great interest. Your style, your voice, and your ability to connect with your audience are exactly what FastFashGlam looks for in our brand ambassadors. We believe you represent the bold, dynamic spirit of our collections, and we would love to explore a partnership with you.

This collaboration would include exclusive pieces from our upcoming line for you to showcase, along with competitive compensation and the opportunity for massive exposure across our channels.

We’re excited about the possibility of working together to bring fresh, fashionable looks to your audience.

Best,

The FastFashGlam Team

Reading the email, Alexandra felt a mix of flattery and discomfort. FastFashGlam? Their stuff is cute, but… it’s all fast fashion. Doesn’t exactly scream ‘sustainable. She debated ignoring the offer, not wanting to compromise her values for the sake of exposure.

However, the mention of “competitive compensation” and “massive exposure” gnawed at her, tempting her with the possibilities. Could this be the break I need to really fund my art? 

After much deliberation, she decided to respond, seeking clarification, and perhaps, negotiating better terms that could align more closely with her budding principles.

From: [email protected]   To: [email protected]  

Subject: Re: Collaboration Opportunity with FastFashGlam

Dear FastFashGlam Team,

Thank you for reaching out and for your kind words about my work. I’m flattered by your interest and intrigued by the opportunity to collaborate. However, I have a few concerns regarding sustainability and ethical practices within the fashion industry.

I strive to promote brands that align with these values. Could you provide more information on FastFashGlam’s commitments to sustainability and ethical fashion? Additionally, could you elaborate on the terms of the compensation and exposure?

Looking forward to hearing from you,

Alexandra

The reply came swiftly, the brand keen to secure her as an influencer. They glossed over her concerns about sustainability with vague assurances and buzzwords but were significantly more transparent about the financial incentives and the scale of exposure they were offering.

From: [email protected]   To: [email protected]  

Subject: Re: Collaboration Opportunity with FastFashGlam

Dear Alexandra,

We appreciate your thoughtful response and your commitment to sustainability. FastFashGlam is actively exploring ways to incorporate more eco-friendly practices into our production processes. We’re excited about the future and hope you’ll join us on this journey.

Regarding compensation, we are prepared to offer you a substantial package, including a generous upfront payment and a commission on sales generated through your promotion. The exposure includes featuring you prominently across all our social media platforms, with a combined reach of over 5 million followers.

We believe this partnership could be mutually beneficial, and we’re eager to welcome you to the FastFashGlam family.

Warm regards,

The FastFashGlam Team

Alexandra found herself at a crossroads. The opportunity was too good to pass up, even if it meant compromising, just this once, on her ideals. It’s just a stepping stone, she rationalized, a way to get my foot in the door. I can always be more selective in the future.

With a heavy heart but eyes wide open to the possibilities, she drafted her acceptance.

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First Post

So excited to finally share this with you all! 🌟 I’m thrilled to announce my partnership with @FastFashGlam, a brand that embodies the boldness and vibrancy I strive for every day. This is more than just fashion; it’s about making statements and owning your space. Can’t wait to take you on this journey with me. – Alexis 💕 #FastFashGlamXAlexis #NewBeginnings

Fan1: Wow, congrats on the partnership, Alexandra! But…who’s Alexis?

Fan2: Loving the look! But I’m confused, did you change your name?

Fan3: Alexis? Is this a typo or are we witnessing a brand new you?

Second Post

Following the initial confusion, Alexis quickly follows up with a story, a boomerang of herself winking and pointing to the name “Alexis” emblazoned on a custom piece from her FastFashGlam collection. The overlay text reads:

Caught you wondering, didn’t I? 😜 Alexis is not just a name; it’s an evolution. We’re all about growth and embracing the new, aren’t we? Stick around for the ride! 🚀 #AlexisEra #BeBold

CuriousCat: Okay, Alexis, we see you! Loving the energy but gonna miss Alexandra too!

BrandWatcher: Seems like a marketing move, but I’m here for it if it means more fab fashion content!

OldFan: Not sure how I feel about the name change. Hope you’re still the same person at heart.

Third Post

A few days later, a video clip of Alexis talking directly to her followers, wearing another outfit from FastFashGlam, clearly addressing the name change but focusing more on the brand partnership and what her followers can expect in terms of content. She’s radiant, confident, and fully embodying the Alexis persona.

Hey, lovelies! 🌹 I’ve seen your comments and DMs, and I love the engagement. Alexis is more than a name change; it’s about stepping into a larger version of ourselves. And with @FastFashGlam, we’re going to explore so many new styles and ideas. Get ready for exclusive sneak peeks, giveaways, and so much more. Let’s make fashion our playground! 🌈 #AlexisAdventures #FashionForward

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Alexis stood in front of her bedroom mirror, the afternoon light casting a soft glow. She had spent the morning at a high-end salon, getting her hair dyed and styled, and her outfit was a carefully chosen ensemble. She felt a mix of excitement and nerves as she prepared to share her new look with the world. With a practiced smile, Alexis took a series of videos, showcasing not just the clothes and hairstyle but the confidence she was beginning to embody more fully. She selected the best video, one where the light hit just right, making her hair shimmer and her outfit pop. She typed out a caption, a blend of casual chic and strategic tagging of the brands she wore.

New day, new look. 🌟 Thanks to HellaHair for the fabulous hair and @FastFashGlam for this killer outfit. Feeling unstoppable! 💥 What do you think? #FashionForward #StyleInfluencer

She hit post, and almost immediately, the notifications began. Likes, hearts, comments—they flooded in, a tidal wave of validation and critique.

Fan1: OMG, Alexis! You look amazing! 😍

Fan2: Hair goals! Seriously, how do you always get it so perfect?

Fan3: This outfit is everything. NEED to know where I can get those shoes!

Mixed among the adoring fans were comments from her friends, who had stumbled upon the post in their feeds, surprised and a little taken aback by the sudden change.

Mia: Wow, Alex, this is… a lot. When did you go blonde?

Jenna: Looking good, but miss your natural look. Remember when we used to laugh about how high-maintenance those influencers were? 😅

Chris: Impressive, but don’t forget who you are beneath all that glam.

Alexis’s phone buzzed with each new notification, a mix of pride and a twinge of guilt at her friends’ reactions. She knew her transformation was more than skin deep; she was curating a new identity, one post at a time. But seeing her old friends’ mixed reactions brought a moment of reflection. They don’t understand. This is who I need to be now.

Choosing to focus on the positive, Alexis responded to her fans with gratitude and emojis, carefully crafting her replies to maintain her burgeoning influencer persona.

Alexis (replying to Fan1): Thanks, lovely! Your support means the world! 💖

Alexis (to Fan2): A little magic and a lot of hairspray! 😉 Thanks for the love!

She hesitated over her friends’ comments, knowing that her usual, breezy influencer responses wouldn’t suffice. With a sigh, she decided to leave them unanswered for now, not ready to confront the guilt she was feeling.

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Alexis received a group message from her friends.

Mia:Hey everyone, thinking of hitting up our usual spot tonight. It’s been ages since we all hung out. What do you say?

Jenna: I’m in! Could use a break from adulting. Lol.

Chris: Sounds good. Alex, you coming?

Alexis hesitated, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. Her mind was a battlefield. Going out with them… I can’t risk being tagged in some random photo that doesn’t fit the brand I’m building. But how do I say this without sounding mean.

Alexis: I’d love to, but I’ve got so much going on right now. Raincheck?

She could almost hear Mia’s disappointment through the screen.

Mia: You’ve been saying that a lot lately. Everything okay?

Jenna: Yeah, we miss you! It’s not the same without our selfie queen.

Selfie queen. The title stung with irony. If only they knew how much those selfies are calculated now. Not just fun and games anymore.

Chris: Let’s plan something chill then. Just us, no fuss.

The offer was tempting, a call back to simpler times. But Alexis’s mind was already racing ahead, calculating the potential impacts, the way her night would be dissected and discussed by her growing audience. Can I afford a night off? A night being just Alexandra?

Alexis: I really appreciate it, guys. But I’ve got an early morning shoot for a brand partnership. Can’t bail on them. Let’s definitely plan something soon though!

Her response felt hollow, even to her.

Mia: Okay, we get it. Just don’t forget us when you’re famous.

Famous. Alexis opened Twitter and looked at her profile. 1.2M followers. She smiled, putting down her phone. 

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Alexis was strolling through the upscale shopping district, her latest designer outfit attracting admiring glances and the occasional whisper of recognition. She was used to it by now—the double-takes, the hushed reverence, the way people seemed to orbit around her presence. It was all part of being Alexis, the influencer, the trendsetter, the icon.

As she paused to peer into the window of a chic boutique, contemplating whether the handbag on display matched her brand’s aesthetic, she felt a sudden, light tap on her shoulder. Turning, she found herself face-to-face with a young man, his eyes wide with the unmistakable glow of fandom.

“Alexis?” he stammered, his voice a mix of awe and disbelief. “I’m such a huge fan. Your posts, your style, everything you do is just… amazing.”

For a moment, Alexis sized him up—his earnest expression, his less-than-fashionable attire. A time ago, she might have smiled, thanked him, even engaged in a brief conversation. But that was before. Before she realized the power of her brand, the importance of maintaining a certain image, a certain distance.

Without missing a beat, Alexis’s demeanor chilled, her voice icy as she replied, “Do you always go around touching strangers? It’s incredibly rude and presumptuous. You should learn some manners.”

The fan’s face fell, his initial excitement curdling into embarrassment as the people nearby turned to watch the exchange. Flustered, he mumbled an apology, but Alexis wasn’t finished.

“And another thing,” she continued, her voice loud enough to draw even more attention, “if you’re going to approach someone like me, at least make an effort to look presentable. This isn’t a meet-and-greet at a discount store.”

With that, she turned on her heel, leaving the fan standing there, diminished and red-faced, as the crowd whispered and chuckled amongst themselves.

But Alexis wasn’t done. Seizing the moment to reinforce her brand’s exclusivity—and to teach a lesson to her followers about the importance of personal boundaries—she pulled out her phone and quickly recorded a video, her voice dripping with disdain as she recounted the encounter.

“Lesson of the day, darlings,” she said to the camera, her tone one of mock-seriousness, “approaching celebrities requires grace and respect. Remember, we’re not your friends; we’re figures of inspiration. Let’s keep it classy, not trashy.”

She posted the video without a second thought, not caring about the fallout for the fan, only considering the engagement such a post would generate. Her followers lapped it up, flooding the comments with praise for her stance, laughing emojis, and commiserations about the lack of respect she faced.

As she continued her day, satisfied with her handling of the situation, Alexis never stopped to consider the impact of her words and actions on that fan—or on her image in the eyes of those who still valued humility and kindness. In her quest to maintain her status, she had lost sight of the person she used to be, the one who would have seen an eager fan, not an opportunity for a lesson in branding.

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Alexis was responding to some followers, when a notification popped up indicating she’d been tagged in an old photo by Mia. Her immediate reaction was irritation.

The photo was from that night they’d dubbed her the “selfie queen,” a candid shot full of genuine smiles and unguarded laughter. It was a stark contrast to the polished, poised images she now favored. 

Mia’s caption was simple, a nod to simpler times.

Throwback to when nights were about friends and photos, not followers. Miss these times @Alexis.

The comment section quickly filled with heart emojis and friends reminiscing about the good old days. But Alexis saw red. This didn’t fit the narrative she’d been building. It was too raw, too real. Without thinking, she typed a response that would later haunt her.

Alexis: Wow, some of us have grown up since then and realized life’s about more than just cheap drinks and bad lighting. Maybe try evolving instead of living in the past?

The moment she hit send, part of her knew she’d crossed a line. But it was too late. The damage was done.

It didn’t take long for Mia to text her, the hurt evident in her message.

Mia: Alex, what the hell was that comment about? That photo was about our friendship. Why would you say something so mean?

Alexis: Mia, you don’t get it. I have a brand to maintain, and that photo doesn’t fit. I can’t afford to be dragged down by nostalgia.

Mia: Dragged down? It’s our history, Alex. Since when did you become so… cold?

Alexis: Since I realized that to get ahead, you have to be strategic. You clinging to the past isn’t my problem. I suggest you focus on your own life and leave me to mine.

Mia’s response was a long time coming, and when it arrived, it was tinged with resignation.

Mia: I miss Alexandra. She knew the value of people over likes. Goodbye, Alexis.

Alexis stared at the message, a pang of something like regret tightening in her chest. But she quickly quashed it, telling herself she was making the necessary sacrifices for her future. If they can’t understand that, they were never really my friends.

She went back to her social media, deleting Mia’s tag and moving on to curate her next post, a glossy, impersonal shot of her latest brand partnership. The likes and comments rolled in, a balm to the sting of Mia’s words. 

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Alexis stood before the full-length mirror in her opulent bedroom, dressed head to toe in designer wear. Today’s ensemble was for a beach outing. She adjusted the designer sunglasses perched on her head, a subtle yet expensive accessory that shielded her not just from the sun but from the prying eyes of recognition. Her outfit, while seemingly perfect for a leisurely day by the sea, was meticulously chosen for its brand value and the image it projected—an image that was about to be splashed across her social media, perpetuating the luxurious lifestyle her followers envied and admired.

Stepped into paradise 🌴☀️ Sometimes, you just need to escape and find your slice of heaven. #BeachVibes #LivingMyBestLifeBrand Tags: TokenBikinis, SunShades

Finding my balance between the sea and the sky. There’s something magical about starting your day with the sun and the sound of waves. #MorningRoutine #ZenBrand Tags: TokenBikinis, YogaGogo

Every sunset is an opportunity to reset. Feeling grateful for the journey and the beauty that surrounds us. #Gratitude #SunsetLoversBrand Tags: TokenBikinis, DeluxeTravelInc

SunsetChaser: Stunning view, stunning you. 🌅GratefulHeart: This caption 🙌 Your journey is inspiring!

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FUTURE PERFECT

Melissa would settle for nothing less than perfection. Perfection was what she demanded.

She herself was perfect. Shaped and sculpted to be the ideal of toxic femininity. She was beautiful, feminine and powerful. Every inch of her body dripped with wealth and status, every milimetre of her skin was flawless and soft.

Her full rounded breasts brought the jealous covetous gaze of every hetrosexual man that saw them and her clothing and makeup were exquisite and intoxicating.

But Melissa was also no ordinary woman. Her manicured nails flexed into a wicked claw as she gestured and manipulated the arcane currents swirling around her.

Gazing into the depths of her bathroom mirror, strange sigils drawn around the outside in lipstick - she drew the strands of fate before her and coldly scrutinised them with her cruel blue eyes.

She could see the future and it displeased her greatly.

Her new husband - he was supposed to give her a baby. A girl who would grow up to be the most powerful witch her family had ever known. A witch who would finally usher in the age of the Dark Matriachy. A world where men were the weaker sex and all bowed down to the power of femininity.

She had seen it.

But now her visions were being disrupted. This perfect future was in danger of being obscured thanks to an unforeseen factor.

Her husband had already been married. He had already borne a son. Somehow she had reached him too late. She had had to seduce him and homewreck his relationship. That had been fun. That had been easy.

But when she learned he had had a vasectomy, her rage was almost indescribable.

Of course - vasectomies could be reversed. Her perfect future could be achieved. But not whilst Jason was so proud of his son Bobby.

Bobby was popular, carefree, charming and successful. In his son Jason had found all the happiness he could ever want. He did not want other children - at least not yet.

Melissa needed him to change his mind. She needed him to breed her... to pump her tight evil pussy full of his potent cum so she could bear the daughter that was promised and usher in the perfect future.

Melissa had schemed for years to reach this point and she would not now be denied. Fate had put obstacles in her way - but now she would find a way to remove them.

She scrutinised the strands.

According to her divination, if Jason came to hate and despise his son, see him as weak and pathetic and if he came to worship and admire women even more... then he would willingly give her what she wanted.

An evil plan began to form in her devious mind.

Wiping off the magic sigils with a makeup wipe, she strode out of the bathroom and stood on the balcony of her room looking down.

That fool Bobby was chatting in the yard, sweat on his handsome brow as the sun beat down. Next to him a dorky girl with a kind face and heavy bottle top glasses was hanging on his every word. Doreen.

Doreen the plump, innocent, unfashionable loser. Doreen the virgin.

Doreen the weapon.

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Doreen coughed nervously as she saw Bobby's step-mom entering the garden carrying a tray of glasses. There was something about the elegant, beautiful, spoiled looking woman that always gave her the creeps.

Bobby hated her. He said that Melissa was an evil witch who had stolen his Dad's heart. That meant she also hated Melissa because Doreen really cared what Bobby thought. He was everything to her.

She had such a crush on him - but he didn't even seem to notice it. Doreen would have given anything for his attention, anything for his love.

Despite the lack of romantic attachment, they were great friends. They did everything together and it broke her heart that Bobby treated her like a sister - not a potential lover.

Doreen stiffened suspiciously as Melissa walked up to her. "Such a hot day my dear. Would you care for a drink? Something to cool you?"

"What is it?" asked Doreen suspiciously as she took the pink drink that Melissa offered.

"Something delicious. Try it and I guarantee you'll want more."

Nervously Doreen took a sip.

The pink liquid tasted amazing. More than amazing... it tasted sublime. Doreen took a huge gulp and the desire to drink the rest filled her. She eagerly gulped it down groaning at how turned on it made her feel.

"Did you enjoy that dear? Pure toxic femininity does taste good doesn't it?"

"Pure... what now?" asked Doreen clutching her suddenly bubbling tummy and groaning.

"Pure toxic femininity. Lovingly harvested slowly and deliciously from every cheerleader, brat and bitch I could find."

"Whhh what's happening?"

"Don't fight it dear. Let that fucking poison spread through you... altering your DNA warping your perceptions, making you naughty."

Melissa laughed as Doreen groaned and tried to take three haltering steps forward, but struggled due to her suddenly altering body. Her chubby thighs thinned as she grew taller; her sagging ass tightening up and her flat chest swelling up.

"Mmmmhhh I feel so... so... so fucking SLUTTY!" she screamed in pleasure, throwing her head back with a crack.

Erotic heat rose from the girls body and her clothing sizzled and hissed melting and reforming on her body.

Her dorky jumper became a tight black bikini and a tiny micro skirt rose up to leave her soft tanned flesh on display. Everything about her was changing, the toxic feminity overwhelming her soul.

"Nooooo have to mmmmmh fight it," groaned Doreen as long bitchy nails shot from her fingers and her cheap pay as you go phone became an i15 inside a designer handbag.

"No. Don't fight it Doreen... let the toxicity floooow through you. Let it burn and consume your pathetic personality and make you a bitch like me," purred Melissa.

Doreen screamed in pleasure as her features shifted and her hair became a sexy stylish wave around her head. She panted and moaned in pleasure it felt so fucking good.

"Mmmmhh why are you... ughghh doing this to me?"

Melissa laughed. "Soon you'll be an evil, cockteasing bitch. A brat who enjoys breaking boys hearts and making them simp for you. You're going to help me ruin Bobby. You're going to make him into a porn addicted, gooning loser. When he sees how sexy and slutty you have become he'll be addicted. You're going to destroy him and make him a shell of the man he once was. Bobby will be all yours, but he'll be your toy."

Doreen moaned- her lips twitching into a cruel bratty smirk as long lashes batted lazily and she flexed her bitchy claws. Yes. Yessss. That sounded so fucking hot.

No... no! She loved Bobby. She... she... she no... she DESPISED Bobby. He was a weak foolish BOY. A pathetic fucking loser who had dared to ignore her. Now she would ruin him. Turn him into a fucking beta simp.

"Noooooo..." groaned Doreen trying to fight the feeling as her face became even sexier and a new toxic brat was born. She shuddered and then groaned, a grin appearing on her face. Mmmmh she felt goooood. Why was she fighting this?

Her hips cracked out and her waist crunched in. Yesssss now she had a body men would die for and girls would envy. She was fucking toxic and she LOVED it.

"Doreen... no! What is she doing to you?" suddenly cried a voice and and Bobby rushed over in horror.

Doreen gasped... her innocent personality fighting back control as her crush spoke. Bobby, he really did care for her!

"Mmmmh Bobby, I feel so fucking evil and hot. Please help me," groaned Doreen as she tilted her head and looked at him hungrily. "I drank a whole glass of toxic femininity and look what it did to me!"

"No Doreen, you're my friend. Don't let Melissa turn you into a slut!" he gasped realising his evil step mom must be responsible.

"Look at her Bobby. Isn't she better now? Look how fucking hot and slutty she is," purred Melissa. Bobby found his eyes drinking in Doreen. Fuck... she DID look pretty hot.

Seeing his hungry eyes on her Doreen shuddered in pleasure. "Mmmmh you've never looked at me like that before. Do you like my new body... baby?"

Bobby felt his dick get hard. There was something so primal and evil about this bitch in front of him.

Doreen stretched and giggled. Her eyes dropped to his crotch and she saw his swelling erection. "Yessss,I think you do and with this body I can finally make you want me."

Doreen felt her evil new personality growing stronger. She allowed it to take control. This way she could finally have what she wanted.

"Yessss with this body I can finally be a bitch. I can have whatever I want. I can be a Goddess."

Melissa laughed as she saw Doreen begin to embrace her corruption.

Doreen's posture changed and became over the top feminine. She now moved like a brat, all confidence and chest pushed out.

"Oh Bobby. You fucking loser. I'm hot now and I like it. All these years I've been in your shadow - but now I will be the hot popular one and you will be a fucking nobody. I'll destroy your reputation at school and make everyone turn against you."

"Doreen, no!" he gasped in horror.

"Mmmh Doreen is dead you fool. I am Demi now loser."

Demi threw back her had and laughed. She felt good, she felt POWERFUL. She could see how hard Bobby was for her. She was HUNGRY.

"Yes. I'm a bitch a fucking bitch and I LOVE how it feels. You're going to love it too."

Giggling Demi's agile hands went to his belt and in seconds his pants were round his ankles, his cock jutting out.

Sliding her perfect manicured hands around his cock - Demi began to pump and jerk his dick making Bobby groan in uncontrollable pleasure.

She looked at Bobby with her hot dark eyes, nothing but cruelty and wickedness radiating out. "Mmmmh you're nothing compared to me Bobby. A pathetic white boy loser who jerks off to girls like me. You're sooooo pathetic. Say it and I'll suck your dick."

"N... noooo," he gasped in horror. Yet he had never been harder.

"Ohhh yes loser. It may not be true yet, but it will be. Bit by bit your reputation will be destroyed. Girls are gonna ignore you and make you their bitch. You will end up just as sad and pathetic as I want."

She felt Bobby's dick twitch in her hands. "Fucking say it. Say I'm pathetic."

"I'm... I'm pathetic..." he groaned.

Demi smiled happily. Being a bitch felt amazing. Sinking to her knees she sank her soft pink lips round his big dick and began to suck.

Melissa watched with glee. Demi's body was still awash with toxic feminine energy. Energy that was truly toxic to men. As she sucked and slurped on Bobby's cock, that energy flowed into his body.

Muscles wasted away, his skin became pale and his once magnificent cock began to shrivel and shrink.

*glug glug glug*

"I'm pathetic, I'm pathetic," groaned Bobby as he shuddered in pleasure and Demi's toxic energies ruined his body.

He was now smaller, weaker, less masculine. The last of Demi's extra energy discharged into him - completing the drain. She was now fully grounded and would safely be able to suck dick and fuck men. Just not THIS loser.

Demi could barely fit Bobby's pathetic cock in her mouth now. It was like a tiny popsicle between her sucking lips and laughing she withdrew, giving it a dismissive flick.

"Oh Bobby. You're so tiny. I can't believe I ever had a crush on you. Pathetic."

Leaving him unsatisfied she stood up. "You belong in a cage. You stupid little bitch."

Tossing her hair back, Demi slid a pair of designer sunglasses on and with a feral grin walked off to find a real man.

She looked back at the desperate weak little simp behind her and laughed. "I'll send you some pics later of me sucking a REAL cock for you to jerk off too. You little sissy cuck bitch."

Melissa grinned excitedly. Her plan had worked better than she could have imagined! Demi was now an evil slut and her step-son a weak pathetic loser.

She could feel her perfect future becoming real.

*****

EIGHT MONTHS LATER

Rubbing the growing swell of her pregnant belly, Melissa gloated.

It made her feel like a Goddess to pull the strings of fate and make everyone dance to her tune like puppets. Everything was happening as she had planned.

Jason had been crushed by the change in his son. The once successful outgoing Bobby had become the introverted and slimy Bob - a useless incel who prefered to smoke weed and goon to hot girls online.

Seeing his legacy crumble he had reversed his vasectomy and after many hot nights of sex had finally pumped his seed into Melissa and made her pregnant.

Jason wanted it to be a girl - he was done with boys. Melissa knew there would be no problem with that. The vial of toxic femininity she had drunk the same night she conceived would see to that.

Her daughter would grow up to be even more evil and toxic than she was. It made even Melissa a little afraid to imagine how cruel, mean and dominant her daughter would be. Her command of magic would make Melissa look like an amateur, her ability to bend minds, control others and corrupt the world unparalleled.

She had already begun to think of names. She quite liked.... Evie.

Meanwhile Demi had taken to bitchdom like a duck to water. She was already a heart breaking mean bitch with no morals. Melissa knew that one day she would be such a good role model for her daughter.

Demi was already the most fashionable girl at college and was now leader of a whole clique of bitches.

Melissa had scryed the strands of fate and was amused by how many lives she had ruined by unleashing Demi on the world.

Bobby of course, and arguably Jason. That was only the start of it though. In years to come Demi would bully and homewreck so many lives and never pay any consequences.

She would end up rich, happy and smug. A beautiful bitch with everything she ever wanted. She would definitely enjoy the era of the dark matriarchy - in many ways she was a herald of the future.

A perfect future.

THE END

[sexyslut033]

PIERCE ME

"You are not getting your belly pierced young lady, whatever you may say - this is the end of the story!"  

Hannah pouted as her Mother screamed at her for the third time that day.  She had been nagging her Mom for hours now, but all it had succeeded in doing was to antagonize Linda and make it even less likely Hannah would get what she wanted.  

"That's so unfair. Donna's Mom let her get one. All my friends are getting them!"  

"Donna's Mom may not mind her daughter looking like a little slut - but I do.  You will have to wait till you are old enough to get one with your own consent. I want nothing to do with this," scowled Linda with her hands on her hips.

Stomping her foot, Hannah tossed back her head with a scream of rage and stormed out of the living room. On the way, she nearly bumped into a smirking figure by the door who was enjoying the show.

Hannah scowled as her little brother Eddie laughed at her. He loved watching her get into trouble and was such a goody two shoes. Pathetic little boys like him needed to stay out of her way.

She went to push him out of the way, but he ducked out of the way and stuck his tongue out at her.

What a little shitbag...

She'd show him to mess with her... him and her Mom!

***

Hannah decided she would get a piercing anyway. Once she had her belly pierced it would be too late for anyone to do anything about it and she didn't care if she got grounded so long as she got what she wanted.

She put on makeup and clothes to make herself look older and stormed down to the mall - but as she was too young to provide an I.D - no one was fooled enough to help her.

Sobbing outside a tattoo parlour, her mascara running, Hannah grit her teeth hard. Life was so UNFAIR. Why couldn't she just do what she wanted?

Suddenly she heard a laugh. A cool looking woman with pink hair and tattoos and piercings was leaning against the side of the shop eyeing her up.

"You gonna give up that easily bitch? I've been watching you all morning trying to get a piercing and failing. I was starting to admire your determination but now I see you're just pathetic."

Hannah stormed to her feet. "Fuck you! I'll get a piercing even if I have to do it to myself!"

The woman's eyes flashed with amusement and partial admiration. "Yes! That's more like it girl. Take what you want. Don't let anyone stand in your way. Bully and manipulate others to always get what you want. Sluts ALWAYS win."

Hannah gawped at her.

"I can see some real potential in you, so I'm gonna help you get EVERYTHING you ever wanted. I can give you an slutty magic piercing. Use it when you get home and it will turn you into a sexy eighteen year old bitch.  No one will even remember the old you - it will be like you have always been a hot popular slut. Your Mom will never be able to stop you again. You'll finally be the assertive, bullying, spoiled slut you dream of being and you will be able to get as many tattoos and piercings as you like. No one will ever stop you again."  

The woman produced a piercing from between her fingers and tossed it to the surprised Hannah. "Just put this into your belly button and let it bond with you. All your dreams will finally come true. Trust me."

Hannah slipped the piercing into her jeans pocket and with a muttered 'thank you' stumbled away whilst the woman watched with a smirk. Hannah truly believed what she had been given was really magic. There was just something so convincing about the woman.

The pink haired woman watched Hannah run excitedly away then turned and walked back into her tattoo parlour. "Evie's Place."

What happened next really wasn't her problem, she just hoped the girl enjoyed the gift she'd been given...

***

Hannah couldn't believe her luck. She wanted to believe in the magic so badly and be a hot older girl. The urge to put the ring in straight away was almost irresistible, but she wanted somewhere private to transform where she could enjoy her transformation. "Soon I'll be a slutty popular bitch and then NO ONE will stop me."

Hannah ran excitedly home, her heart pounding. She couldn't wait to try the magic piercing and get older and hotter.

Once she was a slutty eighteen year old she could fuck boys, drink alcohol and smoke. She would have a body that would make others jealous and would do whatever she wanted. She couldn't wait to be a slutty, spoiled bully and torment her Mom and stupid brother.

She could already imagine wearing the hottest skimpiest clothes, swearing and belittling people... getting tattoo's and maybe even her nipples pierced. It was going to be so fucking hot!

Bursting through the door to the house, Hannah grabbed the piercing and leapt up the stairs. A few more seconds and her dreams would come true.  She quickly ran up to her room, but in her haste failed to notice her brother Eddie was once again in the way.

This time he was too slow to avoid her and they collided, Hannah bouncing backwards and Eddie hitting the wall with an 'oof'. The impact caused her to fall onto her backside and the piercing leapt out of her hand and spinning in the air bounced onto the carpet in front of Eddie. Recovering quickly, he pushed himself off from the wall and he picked up the piercing triumphantly.

"Haha, Mom said you couldn't have one of these. I'm telling. You're gonna be in SO much trouble." Eddie was gloating, he loved having something to hold over his stupid sister.

Seeing the piercing glittering in her brothers fingers, Hannah suddenly felt the icy grip of fear. She had to get the piercing back at once from him, but she needed to play it down. If he thought for one moment it was really important, she'd never get it back. Taking it by force could be an option, but was risky. No... the subtle approach was best.

"It's a fake one you douche. Mom says I couldn't have a real piercing so I bought a fake one that stays in your belly without a pin. It's actually a worthless, cheap piece of shit. You're wasting your time, she isn't gonna care about it." Hannah tried to keep her voice calm.

"No! I don't believe you. I'll prove to Mommy you disobeyed her. Look - it doesn't stay in," sneered Eddie, sliding the piercing into his belly button to prove his sister wrong. 

"Noooooo" screamed Hannah - but it was too late as the piercing bit into Eddie's belly button and eagerly took root. He instantly transformed - a rippling wave of energy spreading out from the piercing and turning Eddie from a good boy into a nasty little slut and altering reality to create Hannah's bitchy older sister Ella.  

Bones cracked and skin tightened - his flesh tanning slightly as Eddie moaned and stretched pleasurably. It felt good to become a girl and he offered no resistance as big tits pushed out of chest, causing his top to balloon out and his little boy dick sucked away to become a tight eighteen year old pussy.  

Lying on the floor, Hannah stared up in horror at her transforming brother as his ass pushed out and he grew taller and sexier than she could ever hope to be.

Slutty white expensive nails sprang from each finger tip and every inch of hair on his body melted away to leave smooth tannedfemale flesh.

The girl above her was moaning and giggling in pleasure as her voice became rich and bratty.

"Oooooh what's happening... mmmmhhh it feels so good," she moaned as her short hair lengthened and grew out. Thick slutty makeup coated Eddie's once innocent face and naughty pink lips curved into a surprised look as his insides churned and he became physically fully female.  

"Ohhhh shit, I can mmmmh almost feel my ahhhh new uterus in there... oooh I'm a fucking girl and I like it! I feel so feminine. I can FEEL the estrogen pumping around me. Making me girly, making me like boys. Mmmmh."

Thick black lashes fluttered in pleasure as sexy blonde hair fell down around her shoulders and naughty blue eyes twinkled with the desire for sex.

This girl needed a new outfit and Eddie's shorts became a pair of tight white hot pants as his big tits were encased in a slutty pink top. Gold hooped earring dropped from his ears as his trainers turned into bitchy pink cowboy boots - just perfect to get fucked in.

As his clothes changed - Ella's personality rose inside him to take control. A bitchy voice giggled in his head and Eddie allowed it to re-write his thoughts, mind and personality.

Sinking into Ella felt good. Being older and sluttier felt so amazing. The piercing was making HIM the naughty bitch of the family. He wanted it all.

Hey little Eddie. Time to become me... mmmh time to be a bad, bad girl. You're gonna love having my pussy and tits and being a naughty little cock-sucking slut. Let me fill your head with memories of all the boys we gave blow jobs to and all that cock we swallowed.  Mmmh you love cum now don't cha bitch?  And getting fucked by a big cock... feeling it deep in that tight pussy. Mmmh you live for that now! Yes thats it... you're becoming me... ahhhhh good boy. Now cum and become me fully...

Shuddering in pleasure, Ella creamed her panties and the once pure and innocent boy became a spoiled bitch. His bad girly side was now dominating their body. Eddie was dead.

"Oh fuck  yeah - I am sooooo totally a slut now and I fucking love it. Yessss!" 

Giggling madly, Ella grabbed her tits and squeezed. She felt amazing. Being a naughty whore was such fun and she was never going to take the piercing off.  

Hannah shook her head like she was in a dream. The events of the last few hours were fading as reality changed so that she remembered nothing of her brother.

Looking at her slutty sister, Hannah felt nothing but disgust. "Eugh - why are you always acting like such a slut?", muttered Hannah darkly as she watched Ella play with herself.

Her sisters new personality had slotted into her own life and having grown up embarrassed and disgusted by her exhibitionist sister, Hannah was now a quiet little nerd girl. She no longer remembered she ever had a brother or that she had even wanted the piercing for herself.  

Ella did remember though - it amused her to think she had woken up this morning as a little boy. Being a hot bitchy slut was loads better and she giggled joyously. "Whatever sis. I'm off to my room for some real fun. You're SUCH a fucking loser."

Hannah had just picked herself up. She now had bottle top glasses and a preppy outfit on. Laughing, Ella tore the glasses off her face and ground them under a booted heel - then she pushed her blinded sister over again.

"Ohhh but before I go, if you ever call me a slut again in front of Mom and Dad I'll do worse than this you little bitch. Don't forget it."

***

Changed into something more casual and easy to rip off - Ella excitedly examined her room. It was a boudoir fit for a princess.

Calling her latest boyfriend on her expensive mobile phone, Ella examined her new bedroom as he made his way over. It was pink now. Pink, girly and slutty - just the way she likes.

She played with her blonde hair and admired her sexy new grown up body, lusting after herself.  Fuck she was hot.

When her bad boy boyfriend Jason arrived she didn't waste anytime. "Baby - I am so horny. I want you to fuck me... hard." 

Ella moaned and squealed as Jason threw her onto the bed and ripped off her clothes. His hand closed round her throat as he pushed deep into her tight bare pussy and began to pound her - causing Ella to moan and groan in pure ecstasy.  This was how she liked it... to be used like a whore.

"Yes... fuck me you stud! Pound my body with that big cock! I want it deeper... OHHHH YES"  

Ella loved being fucked rough. She watched her piercing glitter in her navel as Jason stretched her pussy out good. His cock slid in and out of her tight clinging pussy lips and her big tits shook as he fucked her hard. She wrapped her tanned legs around his strong waist.

"Cum in me baby... I wanna feel it fill me up."

Turning her head Ella giggled as she saw her door was ajar and the tear streaked squinting face of Hannah was watching her. It was so fucking hot to rub her sisters face in it. Hmmm maybe she should make the little bitch eat Jason's cum when he creampied her?

"Cum in me. Ohhhh fuck yessssssss." She groaned as he pumped so much into her it instantly flooded out down her tanned thighs.

Being a slut felt so fucking good...

***

THREE MONTHS LATER

"What's the matter loser?" laughed Ella as she pulled up next to Hannah on the sidewalk. "No friends to walk home with? I'd give you a lift but I'm on my way to the mall."

Of course Hannah had no friends. Ella had seen to that by bullying them all.

Since becoming a slut Ella had transformed her life and other peoples. She was now a spoiled toxic girly girl and so long as she had her magic piercing, no one could stop her. But her desire to corrupt others was now growing.

"I'm on my way to Evie's Place to buy some more piercings. I was thinking it's time to get Mom and Dad a present too. You know... I think Mom might enjoy a clit piercing. Once I get it onto her, she'll become the fake plastic neighbourhood homewrecker I know she can be. For Daddy - a cock ring and a cage. I can't wait to turn him into a simp."

Lauging, Ella threw some wrappers and trash she didn't want out of her car and into her sisters face. The shutting the door she drove on.

It was time to see what else Evie's Place had to offer...

[sexyslut033]

Fake Week

“What kind of sicko are you Kane? I will not wear this… this butt plug. Its bad enough I have to pretend to be your girlfriend for a month so you’ll stop bullying Kevin but I’m not going indulge you in this sick game and wear some lewd sex toy of yours. I don’t care if this is what all your exes did! You’ll knock it down to just a week if I do? Alright fine but I’m cleaning it first. Maybe cleaning it more than once.”

“Are you happy now Kane? No you don’t get to check it! No wonder you’re single, you’re such a creep! Oh sure you wanted to see it was fitting fine and not hurting me? Yeah right how stupid do you think I am? And besides it fits perfectly, like really perfect actually. I uh got to go.”

“Yeah so what if I’m putting on makeup? I figured if I’m going to sell being your girlfriend I should probably start looking like those vapid bitches you are used to dating. Plus this is so easy, don’t know why I didn’t try it before. It’s just an act, you’re still a creep and once today is done I’ll be one day closer to not having to pretend to be your girlfriend!”

“It’s called yoga Kane. All you exes are flexible, athletic bitches so I thought I might as well act like I care about this stuff. I have to say though I’ve seen such a crazy improvement in just a few hours. It’s like magic! I can stretch and twist like never before and I’ve seen improvements in other areas too. Areas I see you’re checking out you cheeky bastard. I guess it is a pretty amazing ass now so I’ll allow it but don’t get any ideas, I’m just your fake girlfriend for 5 more days.”

“I never noticed how long my hair had gotten lately, it was getting in my face all the time during yoga so I decided to put it into a high ponytail, you know like one of your exes, and it’s so freeing. I used to think it was so bitchy looking but now honestly I think it’s sexy like this don’t you think? Of course you agree, I can see that bulge in your pants ‘babe’. Hmmm it’s kind of hawt seeing someone other that Kevin be turned on by me. Even with him it’s so few and far between lately. Maybe in four days when I’m back to being his girlfriend he’ll like this new hairstyle.”

“Ugh why are my so called friends so annoying today? They were complaining that I was saying mean things about Margo. All I said was if she wanted to ever get a guy she should maybe lay off the ice cream once and awhile. It’s not my fault the fatty started to cry. She should thank me for being honest with her. I should be more honest with the lot of them and kick them to the curb but they’re the only friends I’ve got. You’ve heard Amber and Mercedes want to be friends with me? The two biggest bully’s in school, but they are pretty cool and fashionable unlike these other dweebs. Maybe I’ll give them a text, thanks for the encouragement…. babe.”

“You were right about Amber and Mercedes. We texted all day yesterday and met up at the mall and went shopping. They convinced me to throw out all my lame clothes and buy a totally new look. It’s mostly pink and tight and sexy as hell. They also convinced me about something else. About you. I’ve been such a brat to you these past few days and you’ve been nothing but a gentleman to me. It’s time you got some sort of reward for your troubles. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t going to be a reward for me too. Just stand there looking handsome as hell and I’ll do the rest.”

“Hey baby, last night was mmmm really hawt but don’t tell anyone ok? I don’t want Kevin to know that I cheated on him last night… or this morning… or in your car later today. I can’t help it if you can’t keep your hands off me. I mean who can blame you? Plus you are MY boyfriend for two more days. Of course I told Amber and Mercedes though, they’re my besties, I had to tell them. Plus they were so impressed by what a bitchy thing my cheating was that they made me their new leader. Wasn’t your ex their old leader? Well I’m going to being even badder and bitchier than she was. Mmm that’s making me so horny. Fuck it let’s go to your car now.”

“Last day of our ‘relationship’. It’s only right that we get all the fucking in that we can. Glad to see your stamina is up to the task. Kevin wouldn’t last a fraction that you are capable of. What a fucking loser, can’t believe I have to go back to him tomorrow. Why am I doing this again? To stop you bullying him? He deserves to be bullied and you’re soooo hawt doing it. I never admitted since putting in the butt plug I’ve been touching myself at night thinking about you wailing on him. You’re so much more of a man than he ever will be. You know what? Fuck him. I deserve a strong, mean, and hot as hell boyfriend and you deserve a bitchy queen bee of a girlfriend. Kevin deserves to be the victim. Forgot our deal, I’m yours for good now and Kevin is all yours.”

“Oh the jacket? It belongs to my boyfriend, Kane. You know, you’re bully? Me date you? As if loser, I’ve always been Kane’s girl and always will. It’s like I was made for him. You’re just some simping creep who’s wanted in my panties for years. Everyone knows it, because my beta besties Amber and Mercedes are telling them right now. Those two can spread news like wildfires. You’ll be a piranha by the end of the day. Kane will be cheered on for bullying you. Mmmm speaking of which here he comes. Don’t forget to cry, it makes me so wet when you do.”

[sexyslut033]

CORROSION

Alanah was home alone and looking forward to watching her favourite TV shows without any distractions. Her boyfriend, who usually criticised her TV choices, was currently away on a work trip and so she'd fired up the pop-corn maker, snuggled into one of her favourite sweaters and stretched out on the sofa. She could watch whatever she wanted tonight and no-one was going to stop her.

Alanah definitely deserved a little bit of TLC. Work was a killer at the moment. She worked for a charity that supported homeless people and some of the things she'd had to see recently were pretty harrowing. Her boyfriend always said she should get a better job that paid more, but Alanah liked to contribute to society and help others more than selfishly earn lots for herself.

As it went, Alanah was pretty humble and selfless most of the time so the job suited her. Unlike her boyfriend Max, she didn't like to be the centre of attention. She looked reasonably attractive, dressed nicely and lived a good life - but she was hardly going to make an impact on the world.

Such weighty thoughts were hardly on her mind as she picked up the remote and prepared to turn on the TV. A little bit of harmless distraction and fantasy would suit her perfectly tonight.

She pushed the buttons.

Nothing happened. The remote was dead.

Cursing, Alanah dragged herself to her feet and went into the kitchen to the drawer where they kept all the batteries. Rummaging inside she cursed again. There didn't seem to be any in the drawer.

No... wait. There in the corner of the drawer. Two corroded, rusted batteries with a pink shell casing were lurking at the back. As she touched them, the hairs on the back of Alanah's hands rose up and she felt a strange magnetic jolt pulse through her body, making her nipples harden in pleasure. She cradled the strange batteries in her hands feeling a compulsion to use them that overode her every sense.

Where had these strange batteries even come from? Why had they bothered to keep hold of two such obvious duds? It didn't make any sense.

The batteries were clearly of no use, but the sudden urge to try them was overwhelming. It was like the batteries WANTED to be used. Pulling out the old ones from the remote, she slowly slotted the corroded, pink batteries into the remote and clicked them into place.

Pink lightning engulfed the plastic remote and Alanah gasped in amazement. Luscious pink light crawled and sparked over the cheap plastic and it seemed to blur and transform before her eyes. She watched in amazement as the remote changed shape and colour, transformed by the batteries.

In moments a shiny silver chrome remote lay before her, with an entirely new set of buttons. How... how was this possible? Was this a trick?

Reaching out, she picked up the strange new remote and felt the same erotic jolt and throb of pleasure course through her body as when she had just held the batteries. She peered at the buttons in amazement.

They were now labelled with strange titles such as 'Age Control', 'Time-Freeze' and 'Rewind'.

Walking over to the mirror, Alanah shook her head gently. "I must be having a hallucination or something. This... this can't be real."

Pushing the age control button, she aimed the remote at a banana hanging from a hook on the cupboard next to her. Instantly it began to ripen and mature... then turn to black sludge and rot away. Pushing the button down in reverse, she watched as the processs reversed and then went further - the banana turning green and beginning to shrink back to a seed.

The remote now appeared to have powers over time. This was like something out of a science fiction program!

With this remote, she seemed able to control time. Seeing her 31 year old face reflected in the mirror, she suddenly paused and then hesitantly pointed the remote towards herself. What if...?

"Ohhhh fuck," groaned Alanah as she hit the de-aging button and she felt the power of the remote blast into her. Her skin tightened, her slightly saggy breasts firmed up, her buttocks tightened. Youth and vitality flowed into her and it felt so good. As she stopped pushing the button, the effect finally ended and an eighteen year old version of herself looked back in delight.

"This is incredible," she breathed. "I'm young again!"

Turning the remote over, Alanah popped open the battery panel and pulled out the corroded batteries. There was a flash of pink light and now once again she held the normal plastic TV remote in her hands.

She deserved to be young again. This was a gift that she was never going to reverse. Why shouldn't she have some extra life and vitality and be young and free again?

The remote was back to normal, but she wasn't. She was still young and full of vitality. The de-aging effect was obviously permanent until she used the remote again.

For a moment, she pondered putting the batteries back in and changing back immediately.

As she did so, she barely noticed that crackle of pink energy that briefly flared over her own body as she thought of reversing the effect and immediately decided not to.

The uncharacteristic feeling of selfishness felt good. She groaned and her nipples got even harder than they had earlier. She felt... good. Being selfish felt great!

"Hmmmm, these batteries are incredible. They changed the remote into an upgraded version of itself. I wonder what happens if I put them into other objects?"

Enjoying the feeling of her tight young body, Alanah whistled happily as she picked up one of Max's Xbox controllers. Sliding the batteries inside - she gasped as the same pink lightning engulfed that too and in moments the controller had changed.

It still had the same basic shape, but it was no longer for controlling video games. As she switched it on, Alanah saw the TV flicker into life. She was now looking at a birds eye view of her neighbourhood. Fascinated, she pushed the control sticks and flew over to Max's hotel where he was staying for his work conference.

Inside his room, Max was lying on the bed watching TV. Alanah giggled as she saw that she could select him like he was a character in a game. Menu's and options appeared and she saw that she could now adjust and change Max's mental attributes as well as pilot him remotely.

Pushing start, she grinned as she now realised she was in control of her arrogant boyfriend's mind.

A whisper in the back of her head seemed to tell her that she should get her revenge on her boyfriend for the way he always treated her. She hesitated. That seemed wrong.

On the bed Max groaned as the changes took place and his body posture changed. He now looked anxious and worried, no longer the confident business man but a scared little loser. Alanah liked seeing him squirm - this was fun... and horny.

Pink lightning crackled un-noticed over Alanah's body and she relaxed. No... it would be fun to manipulate and control her dumb boyfriend for a change.

An uncharacteristically bitchy grin spread over her lips as she began to decrease Max's confidence and intelligence. She could always put them back later, but let's how he liked being a dumb, subservient little simp.

Wait...

Alanah's panties were wet as she pushed the control up to make Max totally devoted and enslaved to her will. His obsession to please her and serve her would now be unstoppable.

When Max came back from his trip, he would be her subservient little toy. Her grin grew wider. What else could she make him do? Or who else could she transform?

Oh fuck, why did this feel so good?

What the fuck was she doing?

"Noooo what did I just do?" she sobbed, disgusted at herself. "Those batteries... they're... they're doing something to me. Something bad. I... I felt so fucking turned on when I began to dominate Max's mind. This isn't me, I'm not a bad person."

Her grin fading, Alanah felt a rising panic. She loved Max, he was her boyfriend and she'd just violated his mind and fucked up his personality. Looking down she saw a flash of pink electricity run across her hands and into her body and she suddenly realised she was being affected.

With a sudden sobbing gasp she turned over the controller and ripped out the batteries. Pink lightining flashed as she threw them across the room and they hit the wall.

Alanah took a deep breath to steady herself. "I have to destroy those batteries - but... but I need to reverse these changes first. Ohhh shit, why am I so horny?"

Looking down Alanah could see her pussy was soaking. She had been so turned on manipulating Max and her new eighteen year old body felt so good, she had never felt this turned on. Even now - disgusted by her actions - she also couldn't stop thinking how hot it had felt to control Max and have such Godlike power. Part of her wanted more.

Her nipples were errect and her body ached with desire. She had never felt so fucking turned on. Pink lightning crackled over her skin. She needed... mmmmmh... she needed release. No... she needed to deal with these evil batteries.

Crawling over to the batteries she carefully picked them up in her sweater, trying not to touch them. She had meant to go over to the Xbox controller with them, but instead she found her feet carrying herself up to her bedroom.

Alanah could barely think straight. The urgent heat in her loins needed to be dealt with. She could turn Max and herself back later. First - she needed to let off some steam. Urgently.

Ripping down her panties, she urgently slid her fingers into her wetness and began to hump herself like a nympho. It felt good... but not good enough. For some reason she needed more.

Opening her drawer, she pulled out her bullet vibrator and pushed the button. This would do it.

Nothing happened.

"Nooooo I need... I need it," groaned Alanah as she shook with lust. She had never needed anything so badly. Her fingers pumped in and out of her pussy, but the release she needed was lacking.

Her horny mind craved the vibrator. She needed to feel it pulsing against her clit. She NEEDED it.

Wrenching open the battery case she tossed the duds aside. Strange, she'd only changed them recently. She needed power and rapidly her eyes fell on the pink corroded batteries nestled in her sweater.

Yesssssss.

She knew this was a terrible idea, but it seemed so hot. The batteries had already made her do bad things, putting them in her vibrator was surely asking for trouble. Mmmmh but it was also such a deliciously naughty idea. She wanted to be good, but now she also wanted to be bad. The evil side of her was becoming stronger and she wanted to know how it felt to get even worse. She giggled as she wondered what the batteries would do to her tiny vibrator.

Picking them up, Alanah moaned as she pushed them in and let the pink lightning crackle over both her and the vibrator. Giving into the batteries, to the corrosion... it felt GOOD.

"Yessssssss," she hissed as her tiny vibrator began to swell and grow. In moments it had become a sleek chrome wand, with a new row of buttons on.

Slut mode. Bitch mode. Goddess mode.

Intrigued and desperate for release, Alanah pushed slut mode and the vibrator buzzed into life. Large and powerful, it hummed with obscene power as she brought it down between her legs and screamed in ecstasy.

"Yessssss!" she hissed as pink lightning crackled around her body and she humped the vibrator with a wild grin on her face. She could feel the corrosive power of the batteries throbbing into her body, changing her and corrupting her.

"YESSSS I LOVE IT!"

She screamed, quivering and shaking as pleasure stronger than anything she'd ever felt before pulsed through her.

Alanah's small breasts began to swell and grow and she moaned as she pushed the vibrator hard against her pussy. "Yessss make them BIGGER," she cried. She had always been jealous of girls with big breasts, now she would be the one to make others jealous.

Lightning crackled over her body, each surge bringing her closer to orgasm. Each throb and buzz of pink power was corrupting her, improving her, making her better.

"Yessss give it to meeeeeee!"

Her face became sluttier and prettier, her once innocent features now those of a porn star as her hair grew even blonder and her skin became softer. Her ass was now bigger and rounder, her waist slimmer but her hips wider. She had the body of a fuckdoll now and she liked it.

Being an 18 year old blonde slut felt good.

Alanah grabbed one of her now impressively large breasts and squeezed it in pleasure as she rode her vibrator. She felt so good, but she needed more.

She didn't want to be a slut. She wanted to be a bitch.

The vibrator had given her the perfect body but her mind didn't quite match. She was still a goody goody in part. She needed to go deeper.

Her thumb slid up the vibrator to the next setting.

"Noooo, I can't. If I push it... I'll become evil. This fucking thing will destroy my mind and turn me into a total bitch. Ohhh shit why does that sound so hot?"

If she could just cum, she could fight this terrible temptation, but she couldn't. The only way she could cum was if she became a bitch.

She thought about Max... how much she loved him, even if he often was an asshole. She thought about her job, about the homeless people who relied on her. She tried to fight it.

Mmmmmh but why fight it?

A slutty smiled spread over Alanah's face. Wouldn't it feel good to become a selfish, wicked bitch who never had to care about anyone but herself? It's not like she would ever regret this decision once she transformed.

This was her chance to have everything.

"Yesssss, make me into a fucking bitch," she groaned pushing the button for Bitch Mode.

The vibrator intensfied and throbbed even harder against her pussy and Alanah's eyes rolled up into her head as the orgasmic pleasure took her to a new plateau.

The pink lightning intensified around her body and she moaned and gurgled as it crackled into her brain.

She was being rewired... corroded and corrupted. All her decency and kindness was being rewired to cruel-ambiton, selfishness and pleasure.

"YESSSSSSSSS. Ughhhh make me mean, make me fucking evil! Turn me into a bitch!"

Alanah shook and moans came out of her mouth as her head rolled in pleasure. It felt so good to have her entire personality rewired.

She no longer felt any guilt about controlling Max and making him a simp. She loved dominating others and manipulating men. Lying, cheating, seducing, corrupting... these were the things that brought her pleasure. Along with expensive clothes, fine wines and hard nasty sex of course.

Her lips twisted into a cruel smile... a permanent resting bitch face. Cold blue eyes flickered with pleasure as the new bitch luxuriated in her superior personality and looked back at her old life with contempt.

Alanah... such a weak pathetic girl. Her lips curved into a malicious grin as she thought of all those pathetic homeless people who would no longer have any help now that stupid goody goody Alanah was no more. She was a new bitch now - she was Lana.

Lana stretched her body, pushing the vibrator harder against her pussy and sighing in contentment. She was all that mattered. Her tight perfect pussy couldn't take much more. Only one thing remained to do.

Lana pushed the button for Goddess Mode.

"Ohhhh fuck yesss, give it to me," she hissed. "Make me fucking cum and destroy every last ounce of goodness in this body. Finish my transformation into Goddess Lana.

The vibrator throbbed with unholy power and Lana arched her perfect body into the air. She screamed in lust, her angelic, yet evil features a mask of ecstasy as her pussy began to cum.

She squirted hard, juices blasting out as she screamed like a banshee. "OHHHH MY FUCKING GAWDDDD. YESSSSSSS!"

The batteries throbbed with power as they pumped energy into Lana... bolstering her narcissim, increasing her libido and her desire to dominate. She was now the ultimate bitch and the most powerful Goddess.

With a bang the vibrator overloaded and the evil batteries melted in a flare of pink energy. Lana screamed as the last of the unholy energy surged into her body and her corruption was completed.

She orgasmed one last time, another spray erupting from her pussy as she collapsed onto the bed and panted and moaned in satisfaction.

"Mmmmmhhhhhh oh yessssss," she groaned as she removed the ruined vibrator from between her legs and giggled at the drenched bed underneath her.

Standing up, she walked to her mirror and admired her new body. "Mmmmh I truly AM a Goddess now."

But what about her batteries? Her wonderful batteries were ruined.

Walking to the bed, Lana picked up one of the drained batteries that had orginally been in the vibrator. As she held it between her fingers, pink sparks arched between them and she watched with interest as the battery corroded and turned a bright vibrant pink.

"Looks like I have the power now," purred Lana as she charged the other battery and laughed evily.

"I can now corrupt as many devices as I like. Mind control, time control... who knows what else I will be able to do when I try other devices? I truly AM a fucking Goddeas now. This world will be my plaything and I'll do whatever the fuck I want."

Her soul, body and mind corroded - the new Uber-Bitch walked off with a clop of high heels to go find the Xbox controller.

She had even more changes to make to Max... and then the rest of the town would follow.

The whole world was her toy now. It was easy, when you had the power...

THE END

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It had been six months since the hostile takeover forced her out of the CEO position for the company she'd built from the ground up, and life had never been better. Her new position as the executive fuck toy was way easier for a bimbo like her to deal with. She was so thankful for the official plastic surgery stipend her new board of directors attached to the position, it allowed her to become more pleasing for them. She had access to all the cum she could ask for, like a dream come true.

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you swore you wouldn't let her affect you anymore. a strong woman like you wouldn't become a giggling slut when presented with another woman's pussy. you could never be so weak as to purposefully transform yourself into a shallow plastic plaything to please her. you aren't desperate to shove your face into her pussy. you don't need to feel her juices dripping from your thick, glossy lips. you're a serious person. you aren't a toy. a pretty, blonde toy. a bimbo toy, built to please her and worship her pussy

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Charlie was so nice for taking me out. I'd been overwhelmed with grading all weekend, and really needed to blow off steam. I'd been a little put off when he brought me that fruity cocktail without asking, but it was actually pretty yummy. The more I drank the better I felt. Now that I thought about it, Charlie was pretty yummy himself. I wonder what he was packing under those slacks. I knew he couldn't wait to show me. A college boy like him only went out with a girl like me for one reason.

A girl like me? I'm a college grad, aren't I?

Of course not silly! You're a plastic hottie who makes a living posting pics of your flawless bod online.

This top makes my tits look fabulous. I should have this guy take a picture for my instagram. What's his name again? Oh well, it doesn't matter. He already knows he's going to fuck me stupid tonight.

Well, stupider. *giggle*

I hope he's ok recording a video for me to upload to my only fans. These new lips need to get broken in, and it would be so hot to get a candid bathroom blowjob to show them off. God the way he's looking at me makes me so hot.

I love to be an object for his pleasure.

"Ok big boy, are you ready to get what you paid for?"

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Carinna loved the feeling of daddy's cock sliding through her plastic perfect lips. When they met she'd been a lonely grad student, still nursing her one and only break up. Now she was the envy of every room she entered, and she knew it. Every time she went out she loaded those cocksucker lips with Elixir-Brand gloss. Nothing beat the look of confusion in a boring girls face when this flawless goddess kissed them unannounced, and the sudden emptying of their gaze as they transformed into another bratty babe, and the look of hunger on daddy's face to break them in. Life is perfect for a plastic brat.

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BULLI-CURE

Looking down at the struggling girl in front of her, Lisa felt a flash of shame and guilt at what she was doing - though it was quickly expunged by remembering all the horrible things this bitch had done to her and Melody.

She had tied her daughters bully to a chair, and gagged her - using loops of rope to tie each arm to the chair rests and importantly each of Kayla's wrists, so each of the girls hands was accessible.

Now try as she might to struggle, Kayla was trapped and unable to stop Lisa from carrying out the second part of her desparate plan to fix things.

After all - wasn't this all her fault? She was the one who had paid for Kate - once her daughters best-friend - to get a set of nails from the salon down the road. She was the one who had enabled Kate to become Kayla.

Kate's Mom and Dad had always been neglectful, and Kate had almost been like another daughter to Lisa. She and Melody were joined at the hip and wherever her daughter went, Kate had gone too.

Kate always looked so drab, she never had pretty dresses or nice hair. She was a tomboy with no confidence. When her birthday had come along and her parents hadn't bought her a present Lisa had felt heartbroken.

She'd decided SHE would get Kate something nice. She would buy her a makeover and pay for her to get her nails done.

The salon in town had only been too happy to help. They'd asked Lisa exactly what sort of nails and makeover she'd like to give Kate.

"Oh, she's such a fragile little thing. Can you make her feel more confident and assertive. Can you also make it so that she gets to be the centre of attention for once and that her parents and everyone else spoil her a little bit?"

She'd driven Kate to the salon and ushered her inside. Kate had looked unsure, she'd never been to a nail salon before but Lisa had just smiled encouragingly.

"Go on - then I'll drive us back later. Melody may even be a little jealous of you, but she'll understand."

The salon had insisted that Kate go into a backroom and Lisa had waited outside. She had heard some strange noises in the back - it sounded like a woman moaning and the rustling of clothing, the clicking of heels.

Intrigued she had waited until the receptionist wasn't watching and then quickly snuck into the back. A strange pink glowing light was emenating from a partially closed door and sneaking over, Lisa had peered through.

"Mmmmmmh oh FUCK YESS! Make me into a bitch, I love how this feels!"

Seated in the centre of the room, her legs spread wide and a manicured set of fingers eagerly rubbing her tight shave pussy was Kate.

Her other hand was currently being held by a woman who was applying the last of a set of pink glossy nails. As each one attached to Kate's fingers they glowed pink and she screamed in lust.

The nails seemed to be changing Kate, each one was twisting and bending her body - corrupting her and making her into someone new. Her short brown hair was now long and blonde and as another nails slid into place, it became even silkier and sexier.

Soft pink lips pushed out into a pout as mean blue eyes shone with cruel triumph. Large firm breasts now pushed out from Kate's chest and she was as skinny and curvaceous as a supermodel.

Her clothing had transformed into an expensive figure hugging dress with transparent panels and long sleeves. Expensive jewelry dripped from her body and the smell of Chanel perfume filled the air.

Six inch heels now crowned Kate's feet, a matching pedicure to her new evil manicure on every toe.

Kate's skin was now flawless and tanned, her eyes made up with long fake lashes and her body a wet dream. She looked like a mean popular rich girl and her posture suggested she felt like one too.

As the final nail slid into place, Kate screamed and moaned in triumph. "YES! That loser Kate is fucking dead - I AM KAYLA. Mmmmh I feel so yummy and evil, I love what your magic nails have done to me."

Backing away in horror, to her shame a little turned on, Lisa staggered back to the waiting room and she was stunned a few minutes later when the newly transformed Kayla strode in and looked at her with a twist of disgust on her pretty lips.

"Drive me home you fucking loser, I have things to do."

Lisa didn't know what else to do. She took Kayla home, only when she pulled up to the house where she thought Kayla lived the other girl screamed in rage.

"Are you fucking retarded. I don't live here. I live at the mansion on 1st street."

Lisa found herself driving into the most expensive part of town. She dropped Kayla off in amazement, who without even a thank you strode off into the most expensive looking house on the street.

It didn't take Lisa long to realise that the nails had someone changed Kate and also the reality around her. For some reason Lisa hadn't been affected, but she quickly surmised it might be because she had witnessed the transformation and therefore been immune to some of it's effects.

To everyone else, Kayla was now the richest most spoiled bitch in town. She was a mean, popular bully who didn't care who she hurt.

Lisa went back to the salon, but they just laughed and said she must be mistaken about what she'd seen. A week later when she tried to go back with the police, it was to find the premises were closed down and the business had mysteriously moved.

Meanwhile Kayla's nails showed no signs of aging out or chipping. It was as if they were indestructible. They also seemed to obey her whims. If she needed yellow nails, they would change, if she wanted them French Manicured - they would alter to suit her mood. Lisa began to realise with horror that the transformation was permanent.

Six months passed and Kayla became the terror of the town. She was now dating the hottest boy at school and was relentlessly bullying Melody.

Once the two girls had been almost like sisters, now Kayla seemed to enjoy destroying and hurting Melody, almost as if it disgusted her to be reminded of her old life.

She would make jokes about Melody, physically push her around, spread malicious gossip and even turn everyone else against her. Watching Melody come home night after night, weeping and crying had broken Lisa's heart.

She had turned Kate into this monster, she had to fix it.

It hadn't been easy to capture Kayla. The bitch was suspicious and cruel, catching her off guard and knocking her out with chloroform hadn't been easy. Dragging her into the car, driving her home, tying her up... it had all been difficult.

But now she was here and Lisa was determined to remove the evil magic nails from her if it killed her.

Kayla was fighting like a wild cat as Lisa grabbed her hand and examined the nails. They looked glossy and hard, powerful and impossible to remove. She grabbed a bottle of the strongest nail remover she could find and dumped it over the nails.

She waited a few minutes and yanked at one, but it was welded to Kayla's finger and appeared unaffected by the varnish remover The girl snarled, but her eyes flashed triumphantly. Her eyes said 'you fucking bitch, this isn't going to work'.

Lisa felt a surge of despair. Next she tried a solvent, but that didn't work either. The nails were magical and unaffected by anything she did.

Sobbing Lisa reached down and her own nail clashed against Kayla's. She felt a strange tingle and as she watched the colour began to flow from Kayla's fingernail onto her own.

Lisa's mouth dropped open as she watched one glossy nail transfer to her index finger - smooth, pink and sexy. Kayla convulsed and Lisa saw to her astonishment that her hair was suddenly shorter and darker than it had been.

The nails couldn't be removed, but they could be transfered to a new host!

Pinning down Kayla's hand, Lisa carefully lined up her nails with Kayla's and touched them. She moaned as she felt the slutty evil nails sliding across and sucking onto her own hand. Each one locked into place, and she flexed her fingers admiring the smooth glossy claws and how good they looked.

"Mmmmh fuck yes, give me more," snarled Lisa laughing to see the fear in Kayla's eyes as her body began to change back into Kate's. "Not so cocky now are you bitch?"

Reaching down with her other hand - whilst using her manicured hand to touch herself, Lisa moaned pleasurably as she felt the rest of the nails transfer over to her.

Her whole body tingled and she felt her aging skin become smoother and her hair take on lustre and depth again. Her sagging tits pushed out and swelled up as her ass expanded and her drab clothing became expensive and rich.

Lisa could feel her personality changing and it felt good. Why be some fucking boring housewife when she could be a hot slutty rich bitch who got everything she wanted.

"Ohhhhh Kayla... or is that Kate? I paid for these nails so I must be their true owner. That must be why I was able to transfer them over to me. Now I'm the bitch and you're nothing!"

Lisa stretched, enjoying how good her now younger and fitter body felt. "Mmmmh ohhh yes, that sadsac Lisa is gone, I'm Isla the trophy wife now. My husband is a rich loser who can't stop me cuckolding him every chance I get. My daughter Melody is the biggest bitch in town and you're her pathetic victim."

Kate was now back to normal and staring up at the dominant woman in front of her in horror.

Suddenly the door opened and a big titted blonde bitch in a cheerleader uniform walked in. She looked a little bit like Melody, but a twisted and evil version.

"Hey Mom, what is this loser doing tied up in our house?"

Isla laughed at her protegee and stroked her daughters hair. "She's yours to play with daughter. I hope you enjoy."

Leaving Kate's fate with her daughter, Isla strode away. She had a date with a big black cock and she couldn't wait to wrap her evil new nails around it. Being bad felt so good.

Nothing beat having a good bulli-cure on your fingers...

THE END

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INFLUENCED

Bryan sometimes wondered if he should have told his daughter Sarah about his plan to help her with her bullying problem - but by now it was far too late.

It wasn't like there was much of Bryan left anyway. Beckie had seen to that.

It had all started a few weeks ago when Sarah had come home in tears again. She told her Dad that she was being emotionally manipulated and abused by a brat in her class, Beckie.

Beckie wasn't like the other girls. She was... better. She had bigger tits, blonder hair, more expensive clothes and makeup. In short she was a total bully - and like all bullies she enjoyed having a victim to humiliate.

That victim was Sarah. Beckie had correctly identified that the pink haired goth girl would be an easy target. She undermined Sarah at every chance and mocked her for being different.

At first the other girls around them seemed uncomfortable, but none of them said or did anything. Some of them had been friends with Sarah for a long time - but their silence was deafening.

That didn't last long. Beckie had a strange influence on others. Gradually at first, but increasingly rapidly they began to change. They began to dress like Beckie, talk like Beckie - even starting to join in her bullying.

It was like some evil hive mind had taken control of the girls and made them think and act just like Beckie.

They began to get boob jobs and wear tight skirts and tiny tops. They dumped their boyfriends and began to fuck black guys only. High heels and boots replaced comfortable trainers and shoes. Attitudes became troublesome, arrogance grew and bit by bit they became empty souless brats who loved to tease and lead on all the boys

All except Sarah who was left isolated and tormented. Beckie and her goons were now everywhere and Sarah didn't even want to go to college anymore.

That's why Bryan decided to have it out with Beckie. This couldn't go on.

He didn't tell Sarah his plan - not that it was much of a plan. Just go and confront Beckie, get her to leave his daughter alone.

He drove over to the luxurious condo where Beckie and her rich divorced Mom (four husbands) lived. There was a pink Landrover parked on the drive and a giant swimming pool at the back.

Banging on the door Bryan was relieved when Beckie opened it. She was wearing a tiny LA Boutine bikini set and her long blonde hair fell wantonly over her shoulders. It was hard to read her expression thanks to the mirror shades she wore.

"What the fuck do you want?" she yawned boredly examining a long bejewelled manicured nail.

"I want you to leave my daughter Sarah alone!" grunted Bryan in what he hoped was an intimidated way.

Beckie's whole demeanour changed as she realised who he was. Her lips twitched into a naughty smile and her blue eyes twinkled excitedly as she tore off her shades. It wasn't the reaction he had expected.

"Nooooo fucking way! This is so cool. Get in here."

Giggling excitedly, Beckie yanked Bryan into the house. Sliding her small sexy hand into his she lead him inside and he dazedly followed.

A pink fog seemed to instantly descend around Bryan. Rational decisions and thoughts became sluggish and hard. A dreamlike quality now surrounded the day and Bryan found himself going along with his daughters bully.

"What did you say your name was? Bailey?"

"No, Bryan," he croaked weakly.

"I prefer Bailey. Beckie and Bailey sounds a lot hotter right Bailey?"

Bailey blinked. He didn't know why but it made a lot of sense. Yes, Bailey was a much better name.

"So Bailey, does Sarah know you're here?"

"No, I didn't tell anyone."

"Fuck yeah, this is perfect. None of those bitches have quite got what it takes to be my bestie. I was wondering which of them to fully transform, but now you just walked out of the blue and gave me the perfect answer. If no one knows you came here, they'll never find you once we're done."

Bailey blinked. He didn't know what the fuck Beckie was talking about.

"What the hell are you talking a..."

"First rule Bailey. You NEVER interrupt me when I'm talking and you never question me. Whatever I say you go along with, right? That's what besties like you are for! I'm the hot one and you're my sexy little shadow. You don't have any opinions of your own, you just copy mine."

Bailey blinked and his mouth clamped shut. Besties? What the fuck was this demented bitch talking about? Still he should probably do as she said. She probably knew best. In fact Beckie seemed really cool and hot. He bet her opinions were much better than his.

"Second rule is we always dress to impress. I need to get out of this bikini and we need to get you in some decent clothes. Come upstairs with me now."

Bailey followed Beckie up to her bedroom. The pink fog was stronger now. It was like the longer he was in her presence, the easier it was to go along with what she wanted.

"You're obviously not as strong minded as your daughter anyway. The influence doesn't seem to work very well on her. Not that I care so long as it affects everyone else. I'm the best right?"

Bailey just nodded stupidly and said, "Yes Beckie."

"Well you seem very susceptible which is pretty hot. Seeing as you're going to be my bestie I'll tell you about it. I don't know how or why but I was born with a power. I call it the influence. It let's me change reality and people around me. I always get the things that I want eventually. People just change to match my expectations. Those losers at college are all well on the way to being popular girls like me, but it can take time. When I really want something though the influence gets more powerful."

Bailey nodded along, "Wow, that sounds hot Beckie."

"It is hot. It's so fucking hot. It makes me feel like a God. Right now Bailey I've never wanted anything so much as to turn you from that losers nice kind Daddy into my evil, bitchy bestie. Just look at how fast the influence is working. Look down."

Bailey looked down. Whilst he had been talking to Beckie he hadn't noticed how tingly his body had been. He gasped. His male clothes now hung loose and baggy over his body which had shrunk to nearly half the size. He was an inch shorter than Beckie now and his arms and legs seemed stick thin. His tummy was as flat as a washboard and all his body hair was gone.

"Take off those stupid fucking clothes - you look dumb. We need to get you into a new outfit right now.

Bailey didn't object as Beckie helped him out of his clothes. He noticed his skin looked younger. His hands were now more delicate and his feet were tiny. His whole body felt like a dolls. He looked down and gawped at his crotch. His dick was... it was gone!

"What are you staring at Bailey? Haven't you ever seen a pussy before. Kind of weird seeing as you're a girl."

Bailey frowned and she shook her head - but it was hopeless to fight the influence. Of course she was a girl. She had always been a girl.

Grabbing Bailey's hand Beckie pulled her into her bathroom and shoved her in front of the mirror. Bailey gasped at the vision in front of her.

A beautiful girl with small but perfect tits, a perky ass and long dark hair was looking back at her.

"Look how pretty you are Bailey. You're worthy to be my bestie. Now let's get you into a bodystocking and fix that makeup."

Bailey loved feeling Beckie's skillful fingers fix her lipstick, mascara and foundation. "Of course you know how to do all this right?" smirked Beckie. "Show me... you try."

Bailey took the brush from her besties hands and skillfully continued to apply her makeup as if she had done it all her life.

It felt like she was replacing her old personality and thoughts as she applied more makeup. Being feminine felt so good.

"Good girl, you look so hot! Now the third rule is that being a bitch always feels good. From now on you are going to be a bully. Being my bestie means you have to be just as mean and as cruel as I am."

"Yes Beckie, that sounds hot," giggled Bailey as she felt her morals melt away.

"Then say it," gloated Beckie.

"Being a bitch always feels good. I'm cruel and mean and I like it."

As she said the words Bailey felt her nipples get hard and her pussy getting wet.

"And who's the biggest loser we know?" hissed Beckie with evil glee. "Who deserves to get bullied every day?"

"S... Sarah?" guessed Bailey, feeling a flash of guilt that then faded to never return.

"That's right. Doesn't it feel good to know you're better than her? What does she mean to you?"

"N...nothing... she means nothing. I fucking hate her. I want to bully and humiliate her for being such a skank."

Bailey giggled as the words oozed out of her mouth. Yessss this is what she wanted. Wasn't it?

Beckie lifted Bailey back off the bed and walked her to the mirror.

"Very good. Now tell me... who are you?"

"Me? I'm Bailey your bestie and I love being a fucking brat. I hate Sarah and I share all your opinions."

Part of Bailey suddenly rebelled... a bit of her that was shrinking fast. She groaned and gripped her head. "Noooo you can't stop me, this is my body now. I'm Bailey and I love it."

Giggling Beckie slid a long glass dildo into her besties hands. "Don't worry babe, it's just the last part of your old pysche trying to fight back. Make yourself cum and he'll give in forever. My influence is too strong!"

Lying on the bed, Bailey unpopped her lingerie and exposing her tight pussy slowly slid the dildo inside.

"I'm a... unnnnff bitch, I'm a bully I ooooohhh hate Sarah."

Pump. Pump. Pump.

Wet squelches filled the air and the sounds of panting moans as Bailey pleasured her new body and the final barriers to her mind began to break down to Beckie's obscene influence.

"That's it. You're just like me now Bailey. You're a rich, mean, popular slut. You will never escape my influence."

"Yesssss I'm a rich slut and I'm a oooooh fucking bitch. I'm a BIIIIITTTTTCHHHH!"

Bailey screamed and yanked the dildo out as her pussy throbbed and she began to squirt. Her brain went white hot as her new personality and thoughts locked forever.

She was such a bitch and she loved it.

Beckie stroked her hair and giggled. "Don't worry, my influence will give you a new identity. Everyone will falsely remember you've always been my bestie. Well everyone except Sarah. We're going to have so much fun together babe..."

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Sarah cried as her Mom tried to comfort her. Bryan had been missing for weeks now and the police couldn't provide any answers. She'd barely slept, barely eaten. No one could find even a trace of him.

Her Mom had taken her out for coffee and they were sat outside in the sunshine when she saw her bullies approaching.

Beckie and Bailey laughed and giggled to each other as they passed, saying something mean. Bailey dropped a note as she passed and despite herself Sarah picked it up.

It was a scrumpled missing note - one of the ones she'd put up everywhere. It showed Bryan and offered a reward for information about his disappearance.

Someone had written in lipstick on the note.

"Your Daddy hates you so he left home. You're a fucking loser."

Sarah felt more tears come as she saw the mean girls laughing at her reaction. In their centre a gloating Beckie smiled approvingly at her protegee Bailey.

She really was a great influence on the bitch...

The End

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Moral Objection: Part One

This is a custom story written for @callmekeira who suggested my new profile pic.

Keira's days began before the sun had even considered waking, her coffee-fueled determination propelling her through labyrinthine legal texts and intricate case studies. As a junior associate at a prestigious law firm, she had always harbored a genuine desire to help people, to right wrongs, and to see justice served. But the deeper she delved into the firm's operations, the more disillusioned she became.

The towering glass and steel façade of the law firm masked an undercurrent of ambition that disregarded the very values Keira held dear. Partners and senior associates reveled in their power, often at the expense of ethics. However, the embodiment of this ruthlessness was Elissa, the firm's most dazzling partner. It was an open secret she used her outrageous beauty to climb quickly in the law firm, but it was her cold, calculating gaze that left a lasting impression on anyone who dared cross her path.

Keira, despite her best intentions, had managed to draw Elissa's ire more than once, always advocating for fairness, for the human element in the cases they handled. And as the sun dipped beneath the city's skyline, the relentless buzz of fluorescent lights bathed the dimly lit office in an eerie glow. Keira was just packing up to leave when her blood went cold as Elissa's frosty voice cut through the air. "Keira, darling," she purred, striding towards her desk, "I need you to stick around. We have a bit of a situation with Alphabraun. They are threatening to move their business elsewhere and you and I are going to convince them to stay.”

Despite Keira’s dislike of Elissa she was somewhat flattered that she was being asked by a top performing partner for help. However her decision was easy, especially consider the clients.

“Alphabraun are amoral and disgustingly unethical. I say we let them leave, maybe then we can attract more right thinking and conscientious companies.” Keira said somehow finding the courage.

Elissa's eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a disdainful smile. "Oh, Keira, you truly have a lot to learn. Perhaps you need a little push in the right direction." Without warning, Elissa's perfectly manicured hand shot out, her nails cutting Keira's arm. Keira recoiled, shock coursing through her as her skin tingled beneath Elissa's touch.

"What have you done?" Keira gasped, staring at the faint, glowing mark on her arm. Elissa leaned in, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Something to make you see my point of view, dear. You'll thank me later." Keira watched, both mystified and alarmed.

A rush of warmth surged through Keira's veins, radiating from the mark on her arm. Her heart pounded, and she felt her senses sharpening, as if the world around her was coming into crystalline focus. As the sensation enveloped her, she realized her wound was healing before her eyes, the skin stitching itself together seamlessly.

Suddenly, her skin seemed to glow from within, taking on a luminous quality that had been absent before. Her hair, once a simple shade of brown, transformed into cascading waves of rich, golden blonde silk, catching the light with every movement. Her makeup subtly shifted, enhancing her features and emphasizing her eyes, making them appear more enchanting and mysterious.

A generous swell graced her chest, giving her tits that caused the zipper on her sports jacket to open. And as she flexed her hands, she couldn't help but notice her nails, now elongated and perfectly painted red, eerily matched Elissa’s.

Elissa's icy gaze locked onto Keira's changed form, a triumphant glint in her eyes. "Well, any objections now?" she inquired, her voice dripping with satisfaction. Keira's gaze slid down to her own transformed body, a sense of delight replacing her previous resistance. An intoxicating sensation of power flowed through her, igniting thoughts that were wicked and bold.

Her previous thoughts of justice and right and wrong seemed laughable and childish to her now. Why should she care about anyone but herself?

Keira's lips curled into a seductive smile as she met Elissa's gaze. "Yes plenty but they all have to do with what I’m wearing," she purred, her voice carrying a newfound confidence and allure. Elissa's own smile widened, clearly pleased with her handiwork, as she gestured for Keira to follow.

They stepped into Elissa's lavish office, adorned with sleek furniture and an air of authority. Elissa led her into a closet bigger than Keira's cubicle. As Keira surveyed the array of garments before her, she felt a wicked excitement bubbling within her. Each outfit seemed to carry a feeling of dominance and elegance that resonated with her transformed being.

Keira's fingers glided over the fabric of the outfit she had chosen, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. The tight, deep vee neck dress was made of a material that was dangerously close to being transparent but it clung to her curves, accentuating her newly heightened figure in way she couldn't deny or pass up.

As Keira stood before the mirror, the transformation was complete. She was no longer the conscientious young woman who had walked into the office that morning. With a newfound allure and wickedness, she was ready to step into a world where power, seduction, and ruthlessness reigned supreme.

“You look divine darling. Ready to do whatever it takes to keep these men with us?” Elissa said beaming proudly at her creation.

“Try and stop me.” Keira said wickedly smiling back at her new friend.

Keira and Elissa glided into the upscale club, their entrance sparking immediate intrigue. The male clients, a group of affluent and self-assured men, shifted their attention to the pair of alluring women that had just graced their midst. As they approached, Keira felt the weight of their gazes, a mixture of lust and curiosity. She loved it.

Their haughty vanity that normally repelled her seemed intoxicatingly attractive to her. Amid the crowd, one figure stood out—Jack, an enigmatic alpha amongst the group. His intense blue eyes locked onto Keira's, their connection igniting sparks that seemed to reflect the dim club lighting.

Amid the throbbing bass, Keira found herself engaged in a playful exchange with Jack, her words laced with a wicked charm. "So, Jack," she purred, "we all know you have money and looks, but how are you on the dance floor?" Jack's confident smile widened as he matched her banter. "Only one way to find out," he shot back, his voice dripping with innuendo.

Their dance grew more intimate, and as Jack's hands encircled her waist, Keira whispered, her tone dripping with wicked allure, "are you as good a lover as you are a dancer?" Jack's laughter resonated in her ear as he pulled her closer. "Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea," he murmured, the promise of a thrilling secret hanging between them.

Keira's fingers intertwined with Jack's, her grip firm as she pulled him toward the exit, her eyes locked onto his. The desire to continue their flirtatious encounter away from prying eyes was undeniable, and she could practically feel the magnetic pull between them growing stronger by the second.

As they moved through the club, Elissa's voice, a soft whisper, brushed against Keira's ear. "Good girl, seal the deal. I'll see you tomorrow," she murmured, her mischievous grin and wink sending a thrill down Keira's spine. The words echoed in Keira's mind, fueling the newfound confidence that was coursing through her.

In the privacy of a luxurious limousine, Keira's lips met Jack's in a passionate kiss. The electricity that had sizzled between them on the dance floor now ignited with a fervor that was impossible to ignore. Between heated kisses, Keira began undoing Jack’s belt and slipped her hand under to grab his formidable member. Jack moaned wantonly as Keira stroked it with precision. As she felt his cock throb as it came closer and closer to cumming she mounted him but hover her pussy just out of reach of his aching dick.

“Now Jack, if you want me to give you the best orgasm of your life then you’re going to have to tell me what I want to hear.” Keira said as she hissed darkly into his ear.

“I love you?” Jack said confused and horny in equal measure.

“Awh that’s cute honey but what I want to hear you say is that you’re keeping your business with our firm.” She continued to whisper as she tantalizingly dipped her perfect pussy off the top of his dick for a moment before retracting quickly.

“Oh fuck yes yes! As long as you’re with the firm then that’s where me and my company will stay.” He groaned.

“Good boy.” She said with a wicked smile as she lowered on to his cock where they both moaned in unison. Keira rode his dick up and down slowly at first before picking up the pace. She felt an incredible amount of control over her pussy muscles like never before. Every time she felt Jack close to cumming she was able to squeeze just enough to stop it. It felt good to be in control.

When she recognized the building of her street out the window she finally allowed him to orgasm. She felt her inside get lined with his juices which made a satisfying slurp as she got off him. Before Jack could parse what was happening Keira was already clip clopping towards her apartment.

“Wait! Keira, come back to my place.” He called out. His desire was palpable, but she didn’t even break her walk or turn around, "Another time, stud."

Up in her apartment, a sudden exhaustion washed over her like a tidal wave. The whirlwind of emotions and experiences had drained her, and as soon as she lay down, she succumbed to sleep's sweet embrace.

To be continued…

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I sent Daddy a picture of my outfit for the day, waiting for his approval. He sent back a picture of his throbbing erection, and it made me so hot I had to rub a quick one out. It made me late for class, but I didn't care. Ever since I met Daddy in the club a few weeks ago, school just doesn't seem very important. It makes me wet just thinking about how everyone who sees me walk in late, tarted up to go out dancing at 9:00 in the morning knows that I'm just a vapid bimbo, who cares more about looking hot and being looked at then getting any value out of my education. Sometimes I sit in the front row with my legs uncrossed. I can always tell when the professor first sees my damp little panties. They start to get all hot and bothered, and class almost always ends early so they can blow their load before the next class comes in.

After my morning class I usually ask the first professor I see leaving to drive me in to the city. I have other classes, sure, but I rather go swallow Daddy's load. He always schedules his important meeting for the afternoon so he has time to clear his head with me beforehand. Usually it's a male professor; they can't control themselves around my perfect bimbo body and the way I'm totally eager to please. Recently though, I've been asking one of the female professors. Most people call her Professor Wilson, but ever since she rubbed herself brainless in the car as she worshipped my breasts, I call her Louise. I noticed her watching me across the campus a few days ago, and I could tell the way I flung my body around was turning her on fierce. Turns out she's a total lesbian, and now she can't stop worshipping me.

She messages me late at night, begging me to let her come service me. She's got a great body, so Daddy usually says yes. I totally love the way she's desperate for me. She's pretty famous as an activist, so Daddy and I have started corrupting her. If she wants my perfect pussy, she has to admit that she only complains about his company in public because she's jealous she doesn't have a rich sugar daddy to spoil her. We even have her sucking him off before she's allowed to touch me. She says it doesn't turn her on, but we can see the way her pussy drips for him. Soon she'll be another cock addicted bimbo, totally in love with the lifestyle of luxury being a hot little babe can get you. I love Daddy, and I love sharing him with weak women totally desperate to be broken.

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AUNTIE-PATRIACHY

Josh hated what was happening to him. The conditons of the Anti-Patriachy Act meant that like him, every eighteen year old boy in the country was currently mandated by law to swap bodies with a woman for at least four hours a day, but in his case - things were not going well.

Boys would usually be assigned someone in their family - but not a direct relation if possible. After six weeks of the program they would have a good understanding of living as a woman and be less likely to display patriachial or misogynistic behaviour. As everyone swapped at different times - their female relative would also get an opportunity to interact with their friends and call out unacceptable behaviour.

For Josh though - this meant becoming his evil Aunt Aletta. She wasn't like the women his friends were swapping with. Aletta was fake and plastic. Giant slutty titties hung from her chest, her pumped up lips were always coated in shiny lip gloss and her tight shaven pussy was always wet for big cock.

She was an evil, slutty, bimbo bitch who only cared about her own selfish pleasures. Her body was pampered and corrupted into a pleasure dolls. She lived in a vast mansion with an ultra-feminine life-style served by a cuck husband and an army of lovers.

Despite her addictive evil lifestyle, she actually loved swapping bodies with Josh. He was young, handsome and strong and to his horror, she spent her time as him seducing his female classmates and fucking them.

"Stop being such a pussy Josh," she grinned as they began another swapping session. "I never agreed with this dumb act in the first place - but now they're making us swap I'm enjoying it. You and I can have a lot of fun as each other. Most men your age are pathetic weaklings thanks to this bullshit. The girls your age are desperate for a good fucking and your body makes their pussies wet."

"Auntie - you can't say that kind of thing," gasped Josh adjusting his big tits uncomfortably in Aletta's too small clothing. "You're making my friends act worse and encouraging my female friends to be spoiled slutty bitches. You gotta stop."

Aletta laughed. "Corrupting your friends to go against the act is fun. I love showing girls the pleasure of using men to get what they want and turning your friends into hot bullying studs. By the time we finish this program, they'll be mean alpha bullies and you'll have no choice but to act like them or be ostracised. Now I'm going over to the head cheerleaders house to fuck her brains out and convince Ashley she should show more cleavage and use it to manipulate boys."

Josh knew he was supposed to report his Aunt for this kind of behaviour - but how could he? He didn't want to get them both into trouble.

It was also kind of... hot.

In the times he returned to his body he now found the other boys were all following his lead and the girls at school all wanted him. He was a stud now and his big dick felt good as he stroked it and imagined it inside all the hottest sluts at school who his Aunt was corrupting to be like her.

One day - Ashley even gave him a blowjob at school and as he fucked her face and pumped cum down her eager throat he had felt a surge of power and dominance that had really turned him on.

The bodyswapping wasn't meant to make you MORE patriachial and evil - but Aletta's interference was doing just that.

Meanwhile Josh wondered whether he could do the opposite to his aunt and make her act nicer when he had control of her life.

Her plastic big titted body DID feel fucking good. He began to look forward to getting inside. His friends were jealous of his big slutty tits and rich lifestyle.

Donald - Aletta's husband was a weak pathetic cuck. On his Aunt's advice he had Donald eat his pussy out and soon Josh came to enjoy the subservient losers eagerness to please his Mistress.

Far from make Aletta nicer - Josh began to enjoy the evil power being his Aunt gave him. As he played with his big fake tits and pumped a dildo in and out of his tight gripping cunt - Josh began to fall in love with being an evil slut.

He began to dress in his Aunt's nastiest outfits and embraced her ultra-feminine life. Dressing in tight latex catsuits and boots whilst having long slutty acyrillic nails felt so right. Nail bars, cocktails with the girls and sex games became the norm. He was a rich bitch and he loved it.

Soon Josh had begun to suck cock just as good as Ashley at school and before long he became accustomed to having two cocks at once. The bigger the better and it just made the pleasure more intense if Donald had to watch.

"Yesssss I'm such a fucking bitch," grunted Josh as he was fucked and had his hair pulled by his lover as Donald watched miserably in the corner. "Mmmmh I want MORE!"

His giant tits swung up and down as he was pounded doggy-style and Josh loved how they felt as he took dick like a champ. Swapping with his aunt was the BEST.

At his Aunt's suggestion - Josh began to fuck his friends from school - helping Aletta with her corruption goals. As he moaned and grunted in pleasure as two of his friends spit roasted his horny body and slapped his big ass, she would jerk off in the corner.

"See Nephew, doesn't it feel good to be fucking evil and powerful? Pleasure and sex are all that matters. I love seeing you become a whore just like me."

Day by day Josh's morals and priorities shifted. He was soon just as evil and corrupt as his Aunt. Whether he was fucking the increasingly slutty girls from school or taking multiple cocks from his bullying friends - he was in Heaven.

Finally the program was complete. After six weeks of swapping Josh was now a swaggering, cocky bully who loved to fuck spoiled bratty Alpha bitches and help them cheat on their pussy boyfriends. His time as his Aunt had taught him SO much.

"Thanks Auntie," he grinned. "I'm gonna miss those big tits and the feel of three men inside me, but having that slut Ashley or her friend Chloe's tight pussy on the end of my cock will make up for it."

"You're welcome Nephew," purred Aletta happy to be back in her body. "You're lucky you swapped with a real woman. I'm so glad I was able to make you into a real man."

Aletta's personal anti-patriachy program was complete and a total success... Josh was a bully now and she had only learned to be even more evil...

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