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Brat App
Ugh why did Mom have to marry the Dad of that bitch Alison?! As if being bullied at school isn’t enough now I have to get it at home too? I guess it’s not all bad though because I was able to hack into Alison’s phone and invite myself onto the exclusive ‘Brat App’ that Alison and her friends are all on. No idea what it is but with any luck I’ll find out some dirt on Alison to get her finally expelled so I can have some peace.
Hmmm this just looks to be some sort of social status game with challenges built on top. Every challenge has a ‘Brat’ value associated with it. So the more challenges a person does the higher up the leaderboard they climb and the higher up the rank. No big shock that Alison is sitting at the top as a level 10! Which gives her the rank of ‘Brat Queen’ which appropriate. By my calculations that would be…. nearly 10,000 points! Wow she must be addicted to this game. Looks like I got 1,000 bonus just for signing up and I can spend it on my little avatar of myself. Let’s see what I can buy. Sure why not, let’s improve her eyesight.…
Holy crap what just happened? My body feels all tingly and different. My glasses are making my eyes blurry. Did… did this app just cure my eyesight? This is unbelievable! What else can it do… more athletic, long nails, thick hair, big boobs, perfect posture. It makes sense now! All these challenges are real life challenges! This is how Alison is the hottest most feared girl in school! Ok new plan, if I raise the ranks of this app, and surpass Alison’s score then she’ll have to listen to me and become nicer. How hard could it be? I’m already at level one after all and these challenges don’t seem that difficult….
Bold makeup. Check. Revealing dress. Check. And that’s net me… let’s see here. 50 points? At this rate I’ll finish college before I have enough points! I need more bigger ticket items. Let me redeem these pathetic points at least. Mmmm nothing changed but it did give me a nice little tingle. Ok for 1000 points I need to… send some nudes?! Absolutely not! Alison hasn’t even done that! For another 1000 I need to suck a married cock? How vile! Ok this is more doable. Spread a vicious rumor about a classmate for 300. I could do that I guess. Hmmm I have to post it directly to the app so it can’t be about Alison or any of her friends. I know, I’ll say something about Lisa the unfortunate overweight girl in our class. She’ll never see it. I’ll say she was banned from Dairy Queen for breaking in and eating their whole stock. And send! Ohhhh somethings happening!
Oh god my tits! They’ve gone up like two sizes! But why? Hmmm looks like I hit some hidden ‘Bitch Bonus’ by doing that challenge. This is amazing and all I had to do was make fun of that whale Lisa. I know it was mean but it feels so fucking good! She’ll be fine it’s not like anyone will believe it anyway. <ding> ohhh that felt nice, what was it? Oh one of Alison’s friends liked my post. <ding> mmmm another one of her friends liked my post! Every like is 10 points and feels so gooood! <ding> oh fuck yesss girls keep liking! It feels so hawt! Maybe I should spread a few more lies…
Mmmm my body feels so much better in these clothes I redeemed! After only a few more rumors I got easily up to level 5, ‘Beta Bitch’, which unlocked my beautiful nails, my gorgeous silky hair, my perfect makeup, and all the knowledge to maintain them. Even my body is better shape, I’m so flexible now! Not to say anything about my lovely big tits! Alison’s friends seemed to really enjoy my wicked little rumours. I can’t deny it wasn’t fun writing them and it was even better getting the likes for them!
But I do feel kind of bad for all those losers I wrote stuff about though, I think the Brat App is effecting not just my body but my mind too. I feel so nasty and mean everytime I use it and even more now in this tight blouse and short skirt. I can’t help if I’m hotter than those dorks now! No that’s the app’s influence talking! I have to stop using the app, but I need to topple Alison! Ugh what do I do? <ding> what’s this? I’ve unlocked a new bonus. ‘Morality Suppression’? Hmmm that would solve my problems I guess and there is an option to turn it off later. Ok I’m going to do it! It’s for the good of the school after all. Here goes…
Ohhhhh fuck yesss that sooo much better. Like hell this is for the good of the school this is for the good of me! I feel so fucking free now. To think I was feeling regret for those pathetic fattys and geeky nerds I was writing about! I only regret not writing more! The only people worth anything are my bratty followers who like my posts and even they need to know their place and they will when I surpass Alison and become the new Queen bee. Oh fuck I feel so horny being this bad! I need some release and quick! Mmmm maybe I can finally tick off some of these challenges old me was too much of a loser to attempt. Mmmm yesss those will raise my rank in no time! Oh I have the perfectly wicked idea that will make me a bratty goddess by the end of the day! Oh step daddy!
Changed? Nonsense step daddy I’ve always looked like this. I’m a spoilt wicked little bitch just like your precious daughter, only you can fuck me. What’s the matter step daddy? Cat got your tongue? I bet you always wanted to fuck your mean little princess didn’t you? But you’re a good man and would never do that would you? But guess what? I’m not your daughter but I’m everything she is and more. Would you like a look under my shirt? Sure you would.
Hehe I see you like it step daddy. The outline of your cock is practically bursting out of your pants. Mmm and it looks so impressive. Let me have a peek <zip> oh step daddy, I can see why mommy married you. You’re so big! It’s making my mouth water. I need to have it step daddy, please say yes! I know you’re still hesitant so maybe it might convince you if I stopped calling you step daddy and instead called you… daddy. Mmm you like that don’t you… daddy? You want to put that big cock in my mouth and have my perfect pink lips suck it don’t you… daddy?
Mmmm thanks daddy for the great fucking, you’ve helped me complete so many nasty challenges. Suck a married cock. Check. Fuck an older man. Check. Call him daddy. Mmmm double check. After everything we got up to I completed over a dozen challenges, more than enough to take you bitch of a daughter’s crown. I just have to redeem the points now and assume the throne…. Mmmm it feels so good but something different is happening… oh fuck something amazing is happening!
Mmmm oh fuck yessss! Look at me, I’m a blonde busty bitch now! Im older and sexier and I feel so fucking nasty and hawt but how is this possible? Oh I see I unlocked a new challenge tree and a new rank. Mmmm ‘Homewrecker’ I love the sound of that! Who needs to be a bratty queen when I could be the wicked bitch that stole her daddy instead. Thats right darling, I’ve levelled up to being your mistress now and if you’re lucky and do as I say soon I’ll unlock ‘Trophy Wife’ and you can spoil me rotten as you should. Don’t worry I’ll still call you daddy, it makes everything feel so much more naughty. My mother? You mean that old crone Emma? She’s not my mother anymore, she not even my rival, she’s just an obstacle to our love, isn’t that right? Mmmm I knew you’d agree…. Daddy.
EPILOGUE
Alison was wondering what her father was doing that was taking so god damn long that he couldn’t have sent a car or something to pick her up from the mall like he promised. She had spent so much on his credit card that she was surrounded by high end boutique bags. Just when she was reaching her finally straw she got a message from him telling her he had sent a friend, some woman by the name of Gabrielle, to pick her up. Alison hadn’t heard of any Gabrielle before, except maybe her new dorky step sister but she went by Gabby anyway.
Following her father’s instructions to Gabrielle, Alison’s mouth was agape when she turned the corner to find a stunning blonde waiting for her. The blonde looked at Alison with distain and made Alison feel insignificant for the first time in her life. She didn’t like it. Gabrielle didn’t let up with her stare down, enjoying the way Alison averted her gaze. Alison meanwhile was grateful that their encounter was going to brief.
“So you’re Ted’s daughter? Hmmm I expected somebody a little more… impressive.” Gabrielle said not willing to hide her distaste. If this was anyone else Alison would have ground them to dust with only a few choice words but she felt so intimidated as she got into the car with the blonde bitch.
So much so that her phone dinged to tell her she lost some Brat points for her weakness. She had never lost points before! Gabrielle smirked to herself as she looked at her own phone and saw her points climb. She couldn’t wait become a wicked step mother.
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TRIPLE THREAT
Eleanor was rich, mean, spoiled and entitled. She was a pretty blonde girl with rich parents and massive social status. As head cheerleader she policed the popular girls.
Lia was slutty, curvy, sexual and nasty. She was a dirty chav slut with massive tits, fake nails, blowjob lips and a mean attitude. She ran the chav gang that dealt with the bad girls.
Together they were the two nastiest girls in school and everyone was scared of them. However they hated each other with a passion and spent most of their time fighting. That wasn't entirely by accident of course.
For years - nerdy Rosa had cleverly played the two of them off against each other. She'd engineered it so they came to hate each other and now spent most of their time fighting.
Until tonight.
A hasty email sent to the wrong person had accidentally exposed her manipulation. Now the two bitches were chasing her home, determined to kick her ass.
Rosa had detoured through the old waste ground hoping to deter her assailants. It had once been the dumping ground for a huge chemical plant and the whole area was sealed off - but after 15 years the chain link fence had plenty of holes in it and she had slipped through.
So unfortunately had Eleanor and Lia.
Both girls were fitter than her and gaining fast. Rosa scrambled up a small mound and seeing a rusted barrel at the top grabbed it and used it to steer her momentum. It toppled over as she passed and the rusted metal split.
Thick black goop surged out and Rosa heard Lia and Eleanor shouting in alarm.
"Ughhhh like what IS this stuff?" squealed Eleanor. "My Chanel is like RUINED! You are soooo dead."
"You fucking bitch, you ruined my Nike trainers," screamed Lia.
Turning around Rosa saw her two bullies had been engulfed in a puddle of black slime. They tried to step forward and both screamed as they fell over into the puddle.
Black ooze surged over their bodies and coated their skin... their hair. They grunted and groaned, dragging themsleves out of the puddle still dripping in slime.
"What the hell is this stuff," gurgled Lia soporfically, "I feel fucking weird."
She turned and grabbed Eleanors arm to help haul her out of the puddle and grunted in surprise. Her skin flowed like wax and seemed to melt and merge into Eleanors arm. Both girls moaned and gasped in surprise.
"Ughhh what's happening... I'm melting into you," groaned Lia. "I need... I need to merge with you."
The two seemed magnetically drawn together. Eleanor grabbed Lia and pulled her in close and the other girl eagerly slid her arms around her. They began to kiss, their bodies flowing and melting into each other.
"Ohhhh fuck yes, that feels gooood" groaned Eleanor as with wet sucking sounds the two of them combined.
Spinning Eleanor around Lia thrust her hips and grunted as she slid forward. Now they were joined at the hip - Lia's large ass and Eleanor's tight pussy perfectly merged in their lower torso.
They fell into the black goop rolling around in the slime, moaning and gasping in pleasure as their bodies melted into each other.
"Yessss I fucking love it... I need more," groaned Lia scooping up the goo and ripping off her clothes.
Naked the two bitches rubbed and scissored, melting in and out of each other... their forms becoming as one. Wet pops and cracking sounds, grunts and moans filled the air. Pussies gushed with juices and sexual screams of pleasure rose high.
"Yessssss... get inside me you bitch," grunted Lia as Eleanor moaned in her arms.
"Mmmmmh we're becoming one. I can feel your big tits on my chest, your slutty claws on my fingers. I LOVE THIS," orgasmed Eleanor.
Lia giggled and lifted a merged arm. Sharp nails glinted on the end. "Mmmmh I always wanted to be a rich spoiled blonde. We can be so evil together. The two biggest bullies in school, stronger... smarter... sluttier."
"Yesssss let's join together and rule forever," laughed Eleanor.
With a wet sucking sound, arms and legs slid together and faces met. With a slurp the merge completed and a new Goddess was born. She rose from the black goo and it seemed to solidify on her body taking the form of a stylish figure hugging black dresa.
The new bitch was an obscene blend of Eleanor and Lia. She was beautiful rich and stylish like Eleanor, but possessed the curves and hungry slutty look of Lia. She laughed sluttily as she grabbed her big tits and squeezed.
"You fucking loser - you have created a Goddess. We are no longer Eleanor and Lia. I AM ELLIE."
Striding forward - black high heels forming out of the goop Ellie towered over Rosa and grabbing her hair forced her down to her knees.
"In fact I am Goddess Ellie. I am all the nastiest most evil parts of my former selves. I also have double the strength, stamina and sexual urges of a normal woman. I have become super human."
A hand closed round Rosa's throat and she gurgled as Ellie lifted her effortlessly from the ground as if she weighed nothing. The other girl was clearly inhumanely strong and Rosa noted she was nearly six foot in height... an amazon Goddess.
"That's right bitch - enjoy looking at me. Don't you wish you could look like this? Well don't worry... you can!"
With a laugh Ellie hurled Rosa into the puddle of black slime and the nerd screamed as ahe began to sink into the ooze.
Turning on her heels Ellie grinned and began to walk into the slime. "With you as part of us, we will be even more powerful. You manipulated us both for years - you're smart, intelligent and cunning. Soon we will be too. Don't worry loser - this is going to feel soooooo good."
Rosa screamed as her bully pushed her down into the slime... and everything went dark.
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Ellie-Rose adjusted her booted heel so that her male slave could better lick the shiny latex.
She watched him lapping away whilst idly examining her phone and watching the push notifications indicating another $1000 dollars had just been transfered to her account by one of her other subs.
That was $10,000 this week and it was only Tuesday.
Kicking her slaves face away with a bored bitchy look she instructed him to open the door of her Bentley. She had just arrived at her Bulls house.
Walking down the drive to her black lovers mansion, her pussy already tingling at the thought of the pounding it was about to receive from his thick black cock - she idly scrolled through other messages on her phone.
Ellie-Rose's cruel lips twisted into a smile as she saw the message from her science team.
"Goddess - the goop has been synthesized and is available for mass production."
Sliding down her panties and throwing them into a bush for her slave to retrieve and sniff later, she walked into her bulls home wet and ready to fuck whilst her hands slid her phone back into her handbag.
Her final action before she let go was to push the send button on her response.
Proceed...
THE END
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Microdosing
It started small. Just a microdose of Bimbo Elixir to get through the doldrums of the day. Freeing your mind of anxiety and pressure, you were actually better at your job, to the point your boss began to notice and compliment your work.
So you took a little more. A larger hit maybe got you a little too high, but co-workers and clients alike seemed to appreciate your more happy and bubbly enthusiasm. Your body of work really began to improve as your physical body began to subtly fill out.
Eventually you needed more. It made you feel floaty, giggly, and of course...horny. Luckily your latest promotion gave you a private office. You could rub your big boobies in peace and coo breathily as you slipped a manicured hand up under your pretty skirt. Your 'Bambi sessions' became daily practice, especially as the post-orgasm clarity gave you the best ideas to make you even better at your job.
Now you show up to work like this, a busty blonde goddess, thanks to a full dose of Bimbo Elixir first thing in the morning. As you strut into the office, heads turn and the whispers start. "There goes Bambi...the smartest businesswoman this company has seen. I wonder what her secret is?"
You giggle and pose mindlessly for the crowd before making your way to the executive suite. Your partner in business and life is waiting with two martini glasses in hand. You give her a kiss, your plastic chests pressing together, before accepting a drink. Together you down your second of many doses of Bimbo Elixir today. It's time to get to work.
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TOO LATE
Alice knew she shouldn't have tried on her slutty Step-Mother's fur coat, but it was too late now.
What had started as just a voice in her head had quickly taken control of her whole body, and now Alice could only watch in horror as her hands expertly layered thick makeup on her face.
"Don't worry dear," spoke her own mouth in a mature and all too familiar tone, "Mommy's going to show you just how fun it is to be me..."
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Fil de Fer but it's the goo scene from Howl's Moving Castle
#a demon told me to do it (my best friend)(she forced me)(not)#myart#fil de fer oc#f2f#howls moving castle#original character#oc#pigeoc#Illustration#drawing#artist on tumblr#suggestive#nudity#digital art#ghibli#redraw#paint tool sai#04 02 2024
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Rachel didn't know what her stepdad saw in that stupid girl he was dating
She was obviously hot, but she was also bitchy, vain, and materialistic
Unsurprisingly he'd met this goldigger shortly after the medical negligence payout from her mother's accidental death, at the hands of a drunk quack doctor, when Daddy had been looking for some comfort at the bottom of a whiskey glass in questionable bars
"We're going to have so much fun, Daddy says we can spend whatever we want today, I have permission to spoil us both rotten"
Rachel rolled her eyes
"Let's just get this over and done with"
"Okay Rachey, I promise you're going to love it, this salon works miracles, then we go shopping!", Rosie squealed as she said shopping like some over excited middle school girl on a carnival ride
"Whatever, I'm doing this because DAD asked me too that's all, after the salon you can drop me off home before going out shopping"
"Okay meanie" Rosie pouted
Inside the salon it was as bad as Rachel had feared. This was just a grooming kennel for over primped high maintenance bitches, she couldn't think of one treatment she wanted to try.
"Please try the New U facial treatment Rachey" Rosie whined in her bimbo voice for the hundredth time
"Fine if you'll shut up, at least I get to lay down and relax"
She laid back and the beautician put the mask over her face
The mask started to emit a pulsing wave of light
It feels wrong, invasive, it hurts
She tried to sit up but couldn't move
Her brain felt like it was aflame as the light seemed to penetrate her skull
Suddenly words and concepts started to run through Rachel's head.
Bitch, cuckold, homewrecker, conniving, golddigger, manipulative
Every word brought a flood of images and memories of Rachel as the living embodiment of these words
Rachel knew she wasn't, there was no way she could be, she had never, would never do any of those things, her mom and dad raised her with a strong sense of right and wrong and everything she saw herself doing was wrong.
Rachel could sense new color behind her eyelids even though her eyes were closed tight
More information washed over her, new feelings and ideas.
She had secretly coveted her Step Daddy for years after her mom had married him. No he was always her Daddy, no my Dad, wasn't he?
I'd fucked that gold digging bitch's plastic surgeon behind her back, mommy dearest was fucking him to get a discount so he was fair game.
That's how I got him addicted to drugs and me, I got him drunk, high, and fucked him all night before the day of the surgery. I'd made him botch the surgery
Rachel screamed inside the mask, that's not me I wouldn't, I couldn't, I love my Mommy
Rachel felt her body starting to alter as the new light worked it's magic
She started to groan inside the mask as she felt her body staring to firm and tone, her breasts grew as implants formed inside them, her lips plumped, her nails lengthened into beautiful manicured claws.
Daddy loved her body so much better than her mom's pathetic..
"Oh my God, mom I'm sorry this isn't me, this isn't what I wanted!!"
Rachel removed the mask and looked around for her stepmom
Where was she?
"There's only us Raquel", she thought
This didn't make any sense
"We were always jealous of Mommy since middle school, all her boy toys, her clothes, cars, vacations, we just had to bide our time until we were all grown up and then he could be ours"
He?
Daddy?
Was Daddy hers now alone?
Ever nerve in her body fired in unison at this realization as an orgasm swept through her body
Of course New U Salon's machines didn't really work miracles they only used a cutting edge application of Quantum Mechanics.
They did however merge Rachel and her stepmom's quantum realities
A little tweak here and there, so the Quantum realm remained while and all was perfect with the world again
Another happy customer with guaranteed repeat business and referrals to boot
Rachel was very satisfied
Raquel skipped shopping that day and rushed home to her Daddy
She'd wanted him since he'd first walked into her life with her bitch mother
She spent years preparing for when they could be together. Years studying her mother's manipulation techniques, daily exercise at the gym to sculpt her body into a temple to be worshiped, style to dress in a manner befitting a goddess, oh and sex, how she'd perfected the art of love making and giving, she'd become such a slut.
All to be ready for her Daddy and now he was hers, she'd never give him up
New U Salon really was miraculous
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Her Rightful Place
What do you think of the new me Mommy? Don't I look sooo hot now, much better than that fat slob I was before, Step Daddy Chris helped me evolve into my next stage of life as a proper woman. One that understands the importance of her looks and how to use them. One that knows her place by her mans side, and knows to always do as he says.
Unlike you Mom, you never listen to Chris do you? You wouldn't listen when he told you I needed to work on myself, or when he told you he had a way to fix me without needing to to do that work. Admit it Mother you wanted me to be a fat ugly loser so you could feel better about yourself, because face it, your lucky Daddy spent so long with such a mediocre woman like you.
That's why we've decided I'll be moving into the master bedroom with Daddy, while you take my old room and become our live in maid. But don't worry Ruth, we're not totally evil so we'll still allow you to please Daddy when he's feeling aroused while I'm out working at the club.
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Distorted Mirror
Alice was 18 and just got home from college after her first year, her stepmom was around all the time bothering her. Anything she wanted to do, her stepmom seemed to come in and ruin it. Her stepmom was hot and slutty looking, Alice couldn't even remember why her dad married her in the first place. The two got into an arguement and Alice told her to go to hell, and her stepmom just started laughing and walked away. Alice rolled her eyes and went back to reading, completely shocked by the unhidged woman her dad married.
About a week after Alice got home her stepmom disappeared, like all of her stuff was there but her stepmom had just left. Her dad had no clue where she went at all and the quiet and peace seemed nice for once. Her father and her had come back from a nice dinner out, when her dad was in the bathroom she had to use one, so she ran upstairs to the master bedroom where her stepmom had taken over and used it. She flushed and got up to wash her hands when she looked into the mirror.
As Alice looked in the mirror she saw an image of her stepmom, but then the image was being twisted and she saw her mom, she blinked and was confused, her mom died when she was young didn't she? Her mom was calling out to her "Baby I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
"Mom?"
"You have to destory this mirror, it's a mirror that leads to a demon, he twisted and corrupted me, turned me into your stepmom, no one even remembered me not even your father. I started to love acting like a bitch, the more I did the more I became evil, the more I enjoyed it, but that was the demon's plan to corrupt me, to change me."
"Where are you?"
"My body, it's with the demon in the demon realm, nothing but an evil succubus at this point."
"What are you then?"
"The last visages of my former self, the last of my heart and soul before it's blacked and dies, I'm leaving it as a warning, but I can feel myself fading, destory this mirror before it's too late."
"Mom!" Alice screamed out as the image of her mom started to fade into swirling vortex of blackness. "MOM!!"
In the darkness Alice started to see red eyes staring back at her, in the back of her mind deep laughing started to echo, "oh little lamb, Mommy is well taken care of now, she has no more mortal cares, her body is built for lust and that is her purpose. Maybe you would like to experience what it is like for her?"
"What are you?"
"What? A humble demon lord, with a harem of succubi, an army of incubi and other things, and my rank in the demonic realm is growing, maybe you would like to join mommy, I can show you untold pleasures."
"No, never, give my mom back."
"Oh little lamb, your mother did it to herself, I just showed her the first step, she went willingly."
"Why would she? And why did I think she was my stepmom?"
"Both good questions, something you would have to ask her, too bad now as a succubus she has no care about such things, nor does she have the memories of the mortal realm, time works differently, and though she has only joined me here, she feels she has been there at least 100 years, alas, time talking to you is taking from my other duties, enjoy your life mortal, and if you wish to talk more, just tap the glass and I will give you all you need."
"Never." The figure started to fade away, laughing, as Alice could hear what sounded like the sexual moans and what she could only figure was her mom or whatever her mom had become. She slammed her fists onto the mirror "LET HER GO," she screamed but there was no response. Had she listened to her mom and smashed the mirror, she would have been safe, but by touching it, even in anger allowed the demon access to her, the demon had played the game well, carefully setting her up to do exactly what he wanted her to do, now she was open to him, even if she didn't know it yet.
Over the next few weeks, since the mirror incident, things in the house had started to seem different, more calm like it was before her stepmom, well mom, or whatever. Her dad though was starting to seem out of place again, like he was lost. Alice felt bad for him, she wanted to do something so she decided to help clean up all of her stepmom's stuff, she started with the bathroom. She was cleaning up slowly, hoping to get a glance of her mom if she was still there but there was nothing but her reflection. She thought she was nuts still trying to hold on what she saw, those visions were just crazy, so she gave up thinking about them, she was packing things up when she heard a voice in her head, saying she could help her dad, they could help him together, if she wanted. She wanted to help him, she wanted to make him happy, the voice was sounding so sweet to her, she agreed without thinking, and felt a warm tingle pass over her. She looked down to see an application to her father's job there, filled out, in her handwriting but the name on it wasn't Alice it was Alexis.
That name Alexis as she read it rang in her ears, it felt wild, raw, sexual, alluring, nothing she would have really assiociated with herself, she was always the nice girl the good girl. She did notice that the application was a print out, did she already apply to the job? She noticed at the bottom was an interview day, it was for today, in a few hours. She licked her lips, she could go but here dad would recognize her and it would be weird wouldn't it? No, a little makeup, a cute outfit she could pull this off, besides she probably wouldn't even see her dad.
The smarter part of her was telling her not to go, to just find someway else to make things better, but a weird urge inside her tells her to go to the interview have a little fun, who would notice. She found some clothes still left in the closet of her stepmom and decided why the fuck not. She got dressed and headed for the interview.
Heading for the interview Alice was feeling more powerful today, guys looking at her was making her feel wanted, like men were craving her and she was eating it up. Getting to the interview the man was stumbling over himself trying to talk to her, she had this man wrapped around her finger and she was eating it up. She asked if it would be ok if she walked around before accepting the job, just to get a feel for the office. Normally the man would have said no to such a request but with her he didn't seem like he could say no. Wandering around the office, she had been there a few years ago when her dad took her as part of a family day, she had to recall where his office would be, and finally she found it and she knocked on his door.
"Come in"
"Morning sorry to bother you," she said figuring he would recognize her, but he didn't.
"It's ok, by the looks of your ID sticker you are doing an interview, why are you wandering around?"
"I asked if I could look around and kind of get the feel of things before I accept the job."
"It's a good idea getting a feel for it, or a vibe check as what people call it huh."
She giggled a little, "you're so smart, but yeah totally." Did she just giggle and flirt with her dad? Did he smile at her?
"Are you hungry would you like to go out for a nice lunch, my treat, a way of maybe convincing you to work here."
She giggled "sure, I'd love that."
Alice, well Alexis, headed out to lunch, the more she kind of gave into being this Alexis the better she felt, her dad seemed to be falling over himself to impress her, she found out he had a daughter and that his second wife seemed to have disappeared and he was pretty much filing for a divorce because she just up and left. That his lawyers said he would get it easily and if that was the case he would always be open to finding a new beautiful woman to spend time with. She blushed but suggested that he would definitely be someone she would like to be dating.
After the lunch, they returned to the office, she felt good feeling his eyes on her, he was about to go back to his office and she was going to go to HR when she turned and hugged him and gave him a huge kiss on the cheek thanking him for the lovely lunch. The kiss lingered on his cheek longer than she wanted to, she felt his hands moving up her back, then back down and in a second she felt his hand move just for a second at her ass, she should be upset but instead she gasps softly and moans slightly in his ear, which makes him move down and squeeze her ass. An explosion of lust and need feels her and she was feeling excited. "Maybe another time soon," she says to him stepping back away from him, leaving him wanting more.
Getting home Alice was feeling so alive so thrilled, her heart was racing she knew what she did to her father was wrong but it felt so different. She went to the bathroom, she had gone to her stepmother's without thinking about it and started to change into something more comfortable to wear.
By time her dad got home she was in another outfit, this one was sexier than she normally would be wearing, it drew attention to her hips and ass, and most of all her tits. She was waiting for her dad when he got home, she stood there her breasts looking bigger than normal, not that she noticed she was noticing neighbors checking her out more. But when her dad got home, he looked through her, "Hi sweetie how was your day?" he asked her like he wasn't even looking at her, this angered her, how could he not look at her?
The voice in her mind, "he isn't looking at you because he is your father, he didn't see you as that at work, would you like his attention, would you like the attention of all men?"
The feeling in her pussy was throbbing more, she knew she shouldn't have but she nodded, "yes, I want it."
The voice in her mind hissed happily "yes, I will help you, if you want it, do you want it?"
"Yes."
"Good, embrace it, become Alexis."
Maybe it was the need to be noticed she never had before, maybe it was how her father acted around her earlier, but it was too good to not embrace it. She moaned as she agreed to it, she felt her body change a little more, becoming sexier, her clothes changed into a bathing suit, something she would have never worn before. She looked up the hall to her dad's office and headed up there. She walked in and smiled in front of his desk posing for him. "Wanna go for a swim?"
He looked up and saw his daughter for a second before something seemed to cloud over his mind, "Alexis" he said with a purr, "yeah let me just get changed. She watched his movements, his body was hiding something, he was getting aroused, he wanted her, she could tell him to pull out his cock and stroke it and he would. She could feel the control she had over him, it was intoxicating.
She turned and headed downstairs to the pool, she laid out on one of the lounge chairs face down, her ass in the air getting some sun while she waited. It wasn't long before he walked down "Alexis you look sexy as fuck, do you want me to rub you down with some suntan lotion?"
She smiled "Yes, take your time, get every inch of skin, I would hate to get burnt."
Her dad moved his hands over her legs, up her legs to her ass, over her round bubble butt, up her back, and arms, slowly applying the lotion all over her skin, the more he rubbed the more she felt pampered and perfect. The better she felt the more corrupted she had been becoming, not that she was aware of it, or at least not thinking about it, deep in her mind, she was fighting a war she had no chance of winning.
After a few hours of being with her dad, Alexis as she was now thinking of herself was feeling so good, he was falling all over himself trying to please her. She got a call from a friend of her's from high school asking if she wanted to hang out at the mall, she smiled "sure I'll be there in 30." She talked to her father and he wasn't sure why she was asking for permission, until she held her hand out for money, he blinked and pulled out his wallet and forked over his credit cards, "here you go have fun."
She got dressed and headed to the mall.
Getting to the mall, Alexis was getting looks and stares and it was feeding her, she was walking around feeling like the top of the world. She got to her friend who was astonished by how she looked, "what happened to you?"
"What?"
"You look different, you" her friend paused as Alexis stared into the girl's eyes, it was like her mind was being clouded over by the look, she blinked "You look stunning, I'm shocked so many guys aren't groveling at your feet already," she said. Alexis smiled as the girl was weak in the mind, so easily brought to bear. The two talked, the more they did the more she felt like Alexis a hot young woman who could have any man she wanted. When they brought up the subject of dating, Alexis said she had a few guys on the hook but one guy she had her claws deep into, showing the credit cards as proof.
The two walked around as Alexis did some shopping, racking up a couple thousand on the credit cards, feeling better with each swipe and approval. The more she felt like she was using the man the less he felt like her father and more felt like some pathetic worm to be used by her.
Walking into the house, she headed upstairs to her step…no to her walk in closet and vanity, it was all her's, why shouldn't it be hers. She started to put on some makeup, getting herself ready for dinner and walked downstairs.
"Daddy what do you think of the outfit?"
He blinked as he looked over at her, "I love it," he said his cock starting to twitch in his pants, he wasn't seeing her as a daughter anymore but a lover, "you shouldn't call me that, you know what it does to me."
Alexis licked her lips "what? Daddy, does it get you all hot and bothered? Makes you want to fuck me?"
"You know it does, so why don't you get over here and let me show you what it does."
She moved over and the two started to go at it, he bent her over the counter and flipped up her dressed and slid deep into her warm wet pussy. Her eyes flared red as the corruption of incest only sped up the transformation she was going through. As he laid into her over and over, she felt like this was her place, that she belonged her and like this and that he was just some pathetic man who married her to show off when really she was not faithful or kind to him. But he was too pathetic to do anything about it, she could cheat on him with him watching and he would only beg for her to do it over and over again.
A few days later Alexis was out on a little walk, well to say it was a walk was a lie, she was out hunting, her husband had been so boring lately, doing anything she wanted. So she got dressed up in front of her favorite mirror and smiled as the stunning being looked back at her and went out for a nice long walk, knowing she would easily find any man ready to pleasure her wet pussy before going back to her husband to make him clean her out. The last thing she thought she saw was red eyes watching her in the mirror, the being counting down until her corruption was complete.
for @naughtyalexisblog
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Power
Hi this is Maddy and I’m going to try the new confidence booster supplement from CC Industries called ‘Power’ and document it here. My boyfriend Alex is a scientist with the company so this is currently experimental but he assures me it’s safe. So this is me with zero days of Power.
Hi it’s Maddy again and this is day three of taking Power. Not seeing much difference yet. I think maybe my ass has gotten smoother and bigger? Let me know in the comments.
Hi it’s Maddy and this is day seven of taking Power and I’ve been feeling more confident and assertive. Thanks for all the compliments on my butt in my last video, that’s really helped my self esteem. Also maybe related but I seem to need my glasses less and less.
This is two weeks of being on Power and I think I’m really starting to feel a difference now. Like check out this cute outfit, I would have never had the confidence to wear something like this before. Comment below with a score out of 10 for how I look.
Maddy here and this is one month using Power. As you can tell it’s had some major physical side effects. My boobs are bigger, my skin is clearer and my lips are more full. It’s certainly been a hit with my boyfriend who suggested I up my dose. I’m not sure if I should but what’s the worse than can happen?
It’s me, Maddy, and this is what two months of Power looks like. I’ve never had the confidence to own a sun bathing suit before but now, well, I think this little number speaks for itself. My boyfriend was right, the double dose makes me feel and look even better. Other guys have noticed too, but don’t tell my boyfriend he has competition.
It’s me, Madi, naturally, and here I am looking like perfection after three months of Power. I’ve had a few changes in the last month. I got new clothes, new makeup and even a new car thanks to biggest change in my life, my new boyfriend Chad. He’s rich and handsome and knows how to treat a woman of my stature, not like my loser ex. Message for all you queens out there, don’t settle for frogs.
It’s Madison here to update you all on my four months of having Power. I’d also like to address the comments from my last video. The comments that say that I’ve become bitchy and superficial lately. I’d like to apologize to all the babies out there who are envious of me and want to take me down. You’re never going to take me down. Which reminds me, today I hit a milestone of 1 million subs!
Listen up, Madison is speaking. I know plenty of you jealous bitches have signed a petition to get CC Industries to cut off my supply of Power and somehow you losers won them over but I have plenty of Power stocked up. You think I’d give up this feeling after just five months? I might even start upping my dose!
I have big news for all my loser followers, your Queen is getting married. Not to Chad, I dumped him last week for my new man. Well not new exactly, it’s Alex my ex. I was burning through my supply of Power more than I thought and I knew Alex could get me more, but he was too moralistic and lame so I spiked his drinks over a few weeks with my remaining doses. He’s so fucking hawt and mean now. Power gave him the drive to take over CC industries so now I get all the Power I could ever want but I don’t like to share so we won’t be releasing it anytime soon. If I could do all this with only six months of Power, imagine what I’ll accomplish in the next six.
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FTF Trans Woman Pride Flag
FTF/F2F: female to female.
Trans: transcending one's assigned gender.
This flag can represent AFAB and S-AFAB (personally self-assigned female at birth) or otherwise ANC (AGAB nonconforming) trans women, along with trans girls who don't feel represented by MTF terminology and FTMTF trans folx. Any way/any reason.
#ftf#f2f#mogai#pride flags#trans#transgender#transgendre#female to female#gender#ap#lgbtqia+#afab#ftmtf#safab#self-afab#anc#agab#transgirl#trans girl#trans woman#transwoman#transwomen#trans women#transfemale
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Kiss And Makeup
"That's right you two. No more arguments. No more bullying Kayla for being a "fugly nerd". No more insulting Taylor for being a "meathead jock". The only fighting you should be doing is tongue fighting."
"Isn't it so much nicer to kiss and make up? Or in this case, put on a little makeup and kiss? It's better to find similarities than differences. Like both being pretty. And sweet. And feminine. Now you look so much alike...I bet you even feel the same when you kiss."
"But this just the first step in a beautiful friendship. You two were big, loud dummies argument in front of my house all the time. Not thinking of anyone but yourselves. So now you'll start thinking less and less...and of your friend more and more. I'll get the satisfaction of watching you improve...and as you improve, so will I..."
ONE MONTH LATER
"Oh look how much nicer you two are! I love how Taylor calls Kay Kay a 'totes hawt chick' and Kayla praises Tay Tay for being a "big haired babe". The only fighting you do is over giving each other compliments!"
"Isn't it better to beg each other for a kiss? So go on, you Tay Tay and Kay Kay. Show your bimbo bestie how much you love her new look. The sexy makeup. Fluffy blonde hair. Pouty lips. I bet it's like looking in the mirror...or like kissing yourself."
"I'm so happy to see your friendship blossom into a bimbo romance. I love seeing you two in love with each other. Not only because it's sexy to watch, but because with each kiss I can absorb a little extra sexy energy to improve myself. So keep being my mindless makeout sluts...make your matchmaker prettier..."
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Who: Trey and @jaceeverett
Where: Somewhere deep, deep in the bayou
The part of Trey that had considered a kayak tour suddenly felt better about the decision to go on this larger tour with others upon seeing the scaly hindquarters rise out of the water. "They're like actual dinosaurs, aren't they?" he said, leaning over to the man beside him. "I'm glad we don't have them in Merrock, because you know we'd be the ones people would call to deal with gators." He grinned at Jace. "Have you ever worked somewhere with them or has it been all moose and elk and grizzlies for you?"
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HIJACKED
"Babe, help! This coat's possessed, it's been hijacking my body! I've been a prisoner in my mind for the last week, you have to get i-"
"Ooo, and we're back. That was a good effort, but you don't want to listen to her, dear. Just look at all the improvements I've made to this body- she couldn't give you a titjob before. And her head game is nowhere near mine. Admit it, I'm just too much fun for you to give up. Now unbuckle that belt for me..."
"That's right, lie back and forget all about her..."
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WHO: Arturo & OPEN
WHERE: Lavender Lane
"The secret to the perfect flower crown," Arturo said, his voice brimming with far too much confidence, "is that if you keep adding flowers, eventually it'll look beautiful and intentional." That seemed true of most things in fashion, even if it wasn't always beautiful, it was...something. They held up their crown, something made of lopsided easy season daisies and one oddly placed rose so far. "What are you working on over there? Are you the Picasso of flowers? Or another artist altogether?"
#merrockstarter#f2f#if you want to do something else with arturo just send me a message but here you go!
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Getting Closer
Here's a new story from me. Liz just wants to get closer to her rebellious teenage daughter in the hopes of getting her to act more responsibly. Well...she does. Enjoy!
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Liz stood at the kitchen window, sipping her morning coffee. It was early and the sun was creeping in through the window. Behind her, her husband, Mike, was flipping through the newspaper and eating cereal. It seemed like a normal Sunday morning but for one thing.
Sophia hadn’t come home last night. Again.
Liz set her coffee down, turning to face Mike. “She didn’t come home,” she said, her voice carrying a mix of frustration and worry.
Mike looked up, his expression one of resignation. “She’s nineteen, Liz. We did the same at her age, remember?”
“But it’s different, Mike. She’s… reckless.” Liz’s hands were tense around her mug. “We need to do something.”
Mike folded his newspaper, setting it aside. “Like what? Lock her up? She’s an adult.”
The sound of the front door opening cut their conversation short. Sophia sauntered in, her appearance the epitome of a night spent out. Her makeup, hair, and clothes all screamed of a night at the club.
“Morning,” Sophia mumbled, avoiding eye contact as she headed straight for the stairs.
Liz’s heart sank. “Sophia, we need to talk about this.”
Sophia paused, halfway up the stairs, and turned. Her eyes, though tired, sparkled with defiance. “Talk about what? That I’m living my life? God, you’re so old-fashioned.”
Liz felt a sting at those words. “It’s not about being old-fashioned, Sophia. It’s about being safe and responsible.”
Sophia laughed, a sound that held no joy. “Safe and responsible? Look where that got you. Stuck in this dead-end town, with a dead-end job, and a—”
“Enough, Sophia!” Mike’s voice was stern, cutting through the tension like a knife.
Sophia rolled her eyes and continued her retreat to her room. The door slammed shut, a definitive end to the conversation.
Liz turned back to the window, her reflection staring back at her—a woman in her mid-forties, lines of worry etching her face deeper every day, her hair showing strands of gray she no longer bothered to hide.
Mike came up behind her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “We’ll figure this out, Liz. We always do.”
But Liz wasn’t so sure this time. The divide between her and her daughter was growing larger. There had to be a way to get through to her daughter. To connect and make her see the err of her ways.
As the day progressed, Liz found herself scrolling through the internet, searching for answers, for anything that could help. Admittedly, she had dug into some odd corners of the web guided by frustration and desperation. And that’s when she stumbled upon it—an old spell promising to bring closeness and understanding. It sounded absurd, the stuff of fairy tales, but as Liz read and reread the ancient words, something within her clicked.
This was it. This was the answer.
Determined, she knew what she had to do. She would go to any length to save her family, to bring her daughter back from the brink. And if that meant casting a crazy internet spell, then so be it.
She just had to convince Mike.
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Later that evening, after dinner had been cleared away, Liz found Mike in the living room. He was lounging on the sofa, a book forgotten on his lap, watching tv. Liz took a deep breath, the printed spell in her hand. It was now or never.
“Mike,” she started, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. “I need to talk to you about something important.”
Mike looked up, his expression shifting to one of concern at the seriousness in her voice. “What’s up? Is everything okay?”
Liz sat down next to him, folding her hands over the piece of paper. “It’s about Sophia. I… I found something that might help us understand her better, to bridge the gap between us.”
Mike’s brow furrowed. “Liz, we’ve tried talking to her, setting boundaries, even counseling. I’m not sure what else—”
“It’s not that,” Liz interrupted, her conviction shining through. “It’s… a spell.”
“A spell?” Mike’s voice was laced with incredulousness. “Liz, are you serious?”
“Yes, I’m serious. I know how it sounds, but I’ve read about it, and it’s exactly what we need. It promises to bring us closer to Sophia, to help us understand her and for her to see our perspective. Maybe then she’ll start making better choices.”
Mike sat up, taking the paper from Liz and scanning the words. “This is… Liz, this is crazy. We’re talking about casting a spell. That’s not exactly rational.”
Liz reached for his hand, her eyes pleading. “I know it sounds crazy, but what if it works? What if this is the answer we’ve been looking for? I can’t stand the thought of losing Sophia to… whatever path she’s on right now. I have to try this, Mike. I have to.”
There was a long pause as Mike looked into Liz’s eyes, seeing the desperation and love she held for their daughter. Finally, he sighed, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “I never thought I’d agree to something like this. But I trust you, Liz. And I love Sophia just as much. If you believe this could work, then… let’s do it. What’s the worst that can happen?”
Liz’s heart swelled with love and gratitude. “Thank you, Mike. I just know this is going to help us.”
The next step was to prepare. The spell required a few simple items: a candle, a piece of jade, and a lock of hair from both Liz and Sophia. The hair was easy enough to obtain; Liz snipped a small lock from her hairbrush and managed to find a strand of Sophia’s on her pillowcase.
That night, after ensuring they wouldn’t be disturbed, Liz and Mike sat at the kitchen table with the items laid out before them. The candle was lit, casting a warm, flickering light across their determined faces.
Liz held the lock of hair in her hand, closing her eyes as she recited the spell. Maybe it was her imagination, but he words felt strange on her tongue, ancient and powerful, and she could feel a tingling sensation running through her body as she spoke.
When the last word was whispered, a sudden stillness filled the room. Liz opened her eyes, half expecting something dramatic to happen. But there was only silence.
“Did it work?” Mike asked, skepticism laced with a hint of hope.
“I… I don’t know,” Liz admitted, feeling a mix of disappointment and silliness. “Maybe it takes time.”
They cleaned up and went to bed, the spell cast into the uncertainty of the night. Liz lay awake, her mind racing with possibilities and doubts. Had she done the right thing? Only time would tell.
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The morning after casting the spell was like any other, with no immediate signs that anything had changed. Liz awoke feeling a mix of anticipation and anxiety, half expecting to find that the spell had instantly transformed their lives. But as she made her way downstairs, everything seemed normal. Mike was already in the kitchen, brewing coffee, and the house was quiet—Sophia still asleep, no doubt recovering from another late night out.
Liz joined Mike, accepting a mug of coffee with a soft “thank you.” They shared a look, an unspoken question hanging between them. Had it worked?
“It’s too soon to tell, I guess,” Liz finally said, breaking the silence. She tried to sound hopeful, but the doubt was hard to shake.
Mike nodded, placing a comforting hand over hers. “We did what we could. Now, we wait.”
The day passed uneventfully. Liz kept a close eye on Sophia, hoping for any sign that their relationship might be mending. But Sophia remained the same, seemingly unaffected and distant. Amidst this observation, Liz felt an unexpected sting—seeing Sophia’s easy laughter and freedom sparked something unfamiliar within her. It was a raw, nagging sensation that caught her off guard, a mix of longing and discomfort she couldn’t quite place.
Feeling a growing sense of disappointment, Liz retreated to her room early that evening, needing space to process her thoughts. She sat at the edge of her bed, the printed spell in hand, rereading the words they had spoken the night before. Had they missed something? Was there a reason the spell hadn’t worked?
In the solitude of the bathroom, frustration clouded Liz’s thoughts until a sudden, sharp pain seized her abdomen. *CRACK*—the sound was startlingly clear, echoing off the tiles as Liz doubled over, gripping the edge of the sink. She gasped, feeling her ribs constrict and then reshape, each breath feeling as if it were molding her torso, shedding years in moments. Her hips followed, widening slightly, regaining the youthful curves that time had smoothed away.
As she straightened, Liz’s hands flew to her face, where the skin under her fingertips buzzed with a strange, prickling sensation. She watched, wide-eyed, in the mirror as fine lines vanished, her skin glowing with an elasticity and freshness that pulled her face into the visage of her youth.
Her scalp tingled next, almost itching, as her hair visibly lengthened, gaining volume and a luster it hadn’t possessed in decades. The color deepened, turning richer, shadows of gray retreating as if erased by an unseen artist’s hand.
Liz’s eyes, too, underwent a transformation. The slight, perpetual strain of age around them eased, and their color brightened, sparkling with a vibrancy that reflected her sudden resurgence of vitality.
She felt a final shift as her posture realigned, spine straightening with an almost audible *pop*, erasing years of accumulated tension. Her legs, now stronger and more defined, supported her with a newfound firmness.
Standing there, Liz was a mixture of awe and disbelief, her hands exploring her transformed body as if to reassure herself this was reality. She was herself and yet not—nineteen again in appearance but with the mind of a woman who had lived a full life beyond those years.
“Is this really me?” she whispered to her reflection, the voice that answered younger, yet laden with the weight of her true age.
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Mike, concerned by the sounds of distress he heard from the living room, rushed upstairs to the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and he pushed it open, unsure of what he would find. His wife’s moans had painted pictures of pain and discomfort in his mind, but nothing could have prepared him for the sight that greeted him.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror was Liz, but not the Liz he had left this morning. This woman was younger, her body and face transformed into that of a teenager’s. Her hair was longer, more vibrant, her skin radiant and smooth. She looked like she had stepped straight out of a photograph from their early days together, yet the confusion and shock in her eyes were undeniably present.
“Liz?” Mike’s voice was a mix of disbelief and concern. He stepped into the room fully, his eyes never leaving her figure. “What…how?”
Liz turned to face him, the same confusion mirrored in her posture. “Mike, I…the spell. It worked, but I didn’t expect…this.”
Mike approached cautiously, as if afraid that getting too close might reveal this all to be a mirage. Yet, the closer he got, the more undeniable the transformation was. “You look…you’re young. Like when we first met young, but different. Liz, is this really you?”
“Yes, it’s me,” Liz replied, her voice trembling. She was young again, outwardly, but inside, the whirlwind of emotions and realizations made her feel more aged than ever. “I wanted to understand Sophia better, to bridge the gap between us, but I never imagined it would go this far.”
Mike reached out, his hand hesitantly touching her arm, half-expecting his fingers to pass through an illusion. But her skin was warm, real. “I don’t understand. This was supposed to help you understand Sophia, not turn you into…into her age.”
Liz nodded, the magnitude of her decision and its repercussions beginning to dawn on her. “I know. I thought it would be subtle, internal changes, not…not this.” She gestured to herself, her expression a mix of wonder and distress.
They stood there, in the quiet of their bedroom, grappling with a reality that had shifted beneath their feet. Mike, faced with a wife who looked no older than their daughter, struggled to reconcile the image before him with the decades of life they had shared. Liz, caught between her desire to connect with Sophia and the shocking outcome of her actions, realized the complexity of what she had unleashed.
“This changes everything,” Mike finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.
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Liz came home that evening, bags in hand and a smile on her face that hadn’t been there for a long time. Mike, waiting in the living room, watched her enter, a mix of curiosity and concern in his gaze.
“Looks like you two had quite the shopping spree,” Mike commented, eyeing the numerous bags.
Liz set them down, her energy seemingly boundless. “Oh, Mike, you wouldn’t believe how much fun we had. Sophia and I, we… it was like being friends, not just mother and daughter.”
Mike leaned forward, interested despite his worries. “Really? That’s great, Liz. What all did you do?”
“Well, we started with clothes. Sophia insisted I needed a new wardrobe to match my… new look,” Liz explained, her hands gesturing to herself, still marveling at her younger appearance. “And you know, I usually don’t care much for shopping, but today was different. Trying on clothes, laughing, sharing opinions with Sophia—it felt good, really good.”
“And Sophia? How was she with all this?” Mike asked, picking up on Liz’s enthusiasm but still cautious.
“She was amazing, Mike. She helped pick out things, and yes, she convinced me to buy her a couple of things too,” Liz admitted, but there was no regret in her voice, only fondness. “But it’s not just about the shopping. We shared a coffee afterward, one of those fancy sweet ones I always say are too much. But sitting there, with her, chatting about nothing and everything… it felt like we were really connecting.”
Mike watched Liz as she spoke, seeing the genuine joy in her eyes. “Liz, I’m glad you had a good day with Sophia. But, are you okay with all this? With how fast things are changing?”
Liz paused, her smile fading slightly as she considered his question. “I’m not sure, to be honest. It’s a lot to take in, and I know there are things we need to figure out. But today, being with Sophia, feeling that closeness… it made me realize this might be worth it. I felt young, alive, and part of her world in a way I haven’t been before.”
Mike nodded, understanding the complexity of Liz’s feelings. “I get that, Liz. And I want you to have that connection with Sophia. Just remember, I’m here too. We’ll navigate this together.”
Liz moved to sit beside him, taking his hand. “I know, Mike. And I appreciate you, more than you know. Today was a good day, a step closer to Sophia. But we’re in this together, you and me. We’ll figure out the rest as we go.”
Liz held Mike’s hand tightly, feeling a rush of energy she hadn’t experienced in years. Her transformation into a younger version of herself was stirring feelings and desires that had lain dormant. She turned to Mike, her eyes bright and her voice carrying a new, undeniable tone of seduction.
“Mike, let’s not end the night just yet,” Liz said directly, her intention clear. She stood up, still holding his hand, pulling slightly to encourage him to join her.
Mike looked up at her, surprised by the forwardness and the intensity in her gaze. “Liz? Are you sure?” he asked, a mix of confusion and excitement in his voice.
“Yes, I’m sure,” she replied, her voice soft yet firm. “I feel different, Mike. Alive. I want us to be close again, in every way.”
As Mike stood, led by Liz’s gentle but insistent pull, the changes in her were undeniable. Her skin glowed with youth, her eyes sparkled with vitality, and her body moved with an energy and grace that reminded him of the woman he’d fallen in love with years ago.
Liz led Mike towards their bedroom, her steps confident. The spell had changed her in ways neither of them fully understood yet, but for tonight, Liz wanted to explore this reawakened desire.
“Okay, Liz. Let’s rediscover each other,” Mike said, his initial hesitation giving way to a growing warmth and anticipation.
As they entered the bedroom, the outside world and its complications faded away. Tonight, they were simply Liz and Mike, exploring the connection that had always been at the heart of their relationship.
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The next morning, as Liz was absorbed in her phone, Mike noticed the change in her demeanor. The constant typing and bursts of laughter were new, a side of Liz that seemed to have emerged overnight. Curious and a bit concerned, he approached her at the breakfast table.
“What are you up to?” Mike asked, trying to peek over her shoulder in an attempt to bridge the gap that had formed between them.
“Just texting Sophia,” Liz replied without looking up, her fingers flying over the screen. However, as Mike leaned in closer, she subtly shifted her position, angling the phone away from him and effectively hiding her screen.
Mike paused, taken aback by the deliberate action. “Anything interesting?” he prodded gently, hoping to get a glimpse into this new world that Liz seemed to be embracing.
Liz glanced up briefly, a flicker of hesitation in her eyes before she masked it with a casual smile. “Oh, you know, just girl stuff. Plans for the day and all that.”
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“Going to the gym with Sophia,” Liz announced, her tone light as she pulled on an outfit that left Mike more than a little surprised. The clothing, while undoubtedly stylish, was revealing in a way that was uncharacteristic for the Liz he knew. The fabric hugged her in ways that seemed designed more for a night out than a workout session, clearly meant for someone Sophia’s age.
Mike couldn’t hide his surprise. “That’s what you’re wearing to the gym?” he asked, his eyebrows raised in disbelief.
Liz glanced down at her outfit, then back at Mike with a playful yet defiant smile. “Gotta act the part, right?” she quipped, though her tone suggested there was little acting involved.
Mike felt a momentary urge to press the issue, to remind her that she didn’t need to change herself so drastically for anyone, not even Sophia. But the look Liz gave him—a mixture of warning and determination—made him pause. It was clear she wasn’t looking for his approval or disapproval. This was her choice, and she was embracing it fully.
“Have fun,” Mike managed to say, his voice tinged with a resigned concern.
“Will do!” Liz replied, her smile bright but not quite reaching her eyes in the way it used to. As she turned to leave with Sophia, their laughter and whispers filled the space, leaving Mike feeling disconnected.
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When Liz burst through the door later that day, her face was flushed with excitement, a stark contrast to the quiet home she stepped into. Mike, who had been waiting to hear about her day, looked up, hoping for a glimpse into her world. But he was unprepared for the flood of energy that followed.
“Oh my god, Mike, you won’t believe the workout we had! It was, like, totally brutal but in the best way,” Liz gushed, throwing her gym bag down without missing a beat. She was animated, her gestures wide and expressive as she recounted every detail. “And this instructor, right? He kept pushing us harder, and I was like, ‘Are you trying to kill us?’ But it was awesome!”
Mike tried to interject, to find a way into the conversation, but Liz steamrolled ahead. “And the music they played—so pumpin’. It made you want to move, you know? Sophia and I totally dominated those machines. We were on fire!”
The way Liz spoke, her choice of words, it was all so alien to Mike. “That sounds… intense,” he managed to say, searching for common ground in a narrative that felt increasingly foreign.
Liz didn’t seem to notice his struggle. “Intense but amazing! And afterward, Sophia and I grabbed these protein shakes—’cause, you know, gotta refuel,” she laughed, mimicking lifting a dumbbell. “And we saw this group of guys from our spin class trying to act all cool, and Sophia was just hilarious. She’s like, ‘Please, you wish you could keep up with us.’”
Mike’s attempt to smile felt strained. Liz’s recounting, while full of life, left him feeling sidelined. Her stories were peppered with slang and references that seemed to belong to another generation entirely.
He tried again to connect. “Sounds like you both had a lot of fun.”
“Totally!” Liz exclaimed, not missing a beat. “You should’ve seen us, Mike. We were the queens of the gym. It’s like, I don’t know, I just feel so alive when I’m there, you know? It’s a vibe.”
Mike listened, his frustration mounting with every teenage-like phrase that Liz casually dropped. The woman he had married, the partner he had shared so many years with, seemed to slip further away with each word.
“Uh-huh,” he finally muttered, the word barely audible. Liz, caught up in her enthusiasm, seemed oblivious to Mike’s growing sense of disconnection. He just sat there and watched his wife recount a day that he had no part in.
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Later that evening, as the house settled into a quiet comfort, Mike sought a moment of connection with Liz, who was lounging on the couch, absorbed in a magazine. He moved closer, hoping to bridge the gap that had grown between them.
“Hey,” Mike said softly, reaching out to gently touch her arm, longing for the simple warmth of contact. “It’s been a while since we just hung out together.”
Instantly, Liz recoiled from his touch as if it were something foreign, a clear look of discomfort flashing across her face. “Uh, can you not?” she said, her voice tinged with a hint of being creeped out, pulling her arm away and scooting further from him on the couch.
Mike, taken aback, withdrew his hand, confusion and hurt mingling in his expression. “Liz, what’s wrong? I just wanted to be close for a bit.”
“It’s not you,” Liz hurried to clarify, though her body language remained closed off, her magazine no longer holding her interest as she faced him. “I just got this weird vibe. I’m really not up for this… affection thing right now.”
Mike sank back into his seat, the sting of her words hitting harder than he expected. “Is it just about not being in the mood, or is it about not wanting to be near me?” he ventured, trying to understand.
Liz exhaled, frustration evident. “Mike, seriously, don’t make it into a drama. It’s just me being off today. It has nothing to do with you,” she insisted, though her dismissive tone suggested she wanted the topic dropped.
“Okay, Liz,” Mike finally said, accepting her words at face value but feeling the gap between them widen. “Just know I’m here, whenever you’re ready to talk or whatever.”
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During dinner the next day, as Mike tried to inject some normalcy back into their lives with a home-cooked meal, Liz’s patience wore thin. She couldn’t understand his resistance to the changes she was going through.
“Why can’t you just be happy for me, Mike? Getting tight with Sophia, it’s been great for us,” Liz said, her words sharp with irritation.
Mike, putting his fork down, gave her a look filled with concern and confusion. “Liz, I’m all for you and Sophia getting along, but you’re changing. You’re not just understanding her; you’re turning into a teenager. We’re losing the Liz we know.”
Liz rolled her eyes, pushing her plate away. “Ugh, Mike, you just don’t get it. I feel amazing, more me than I’ve ever been. You’re just too old and stuck up to understand.”
That stung Mike, and he couldn’t hide his discomfort. “That’s not fair, Liz. I’m just worried about you. You’re acting like someone I don’t recognize.”
“Maybe I’m done being who I was!” Liz shot back, her tone dismissive as she stood up. “This is me now. If you can’t deal, that’s your problem.” Without another word, she left Mike sitting there, alone and worried.
Later, in her room, Liz texted Sophia, venting about how “creepy” Mike was being about the whole thing. Sophia, always ready to side with Liz, texted back in their shared, teenage vernacular.
“OMG, he’s like, totally not getting it. You’re just too fab for him now, Mom. Forget him, wanna hit the club tonight?” Sophia’s message read, offering an escape and solidarity.
“Yasss, totally in!" Liz responded, a smile breaking through her frustration. “Mike’s just being a total drag. Clubbing sounds perf!”
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Mike was in the living room, trying to make sense of the rapid changes in his household, when he heard the front door. He looked up to see Liz heading out, dressed in a way that made his heart sink—a white mini dress that left little to the imagination.
“Liz! Wait, are you really going out like that?” Mike’s voice was tinged with concern and disbelief.
Liz turned, irritation flashing across her face, with Sophia waiting at the open door, an amused smirk playing on her lips. “Oh my god, Mike, seriously? Yes, I am. Stop being such a control freak.”
Sophia piped in, her tone matching Liz’s newfound dismissiveness. “Yeah, Mr. Buzzkill. We’re just going to have some fun. Lighten up!”
Mike, taken aback by the sharpness of their responses, struggled to find the words. “But Liz, this isn’t you. You’re not acting like yourself.”
Liz scoffed, rolling her eyes. “This is me now, Mike. Maybe if you weren’t so boring and creepy, you’d get it.”
With a laugh that felt like a slap to Mike’s face, Liz turned on her heel, joining Sophia. Together, they sauntered out the door, leaving Mike standing there, feeling more disconnected from Liz than ever before.
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In the heart of the club, with its vibrant lights and thumping beats, Liz and Sophia were in their element on the dance floor. The music enveloped them, a pulsing backdrop to their synchronized movements. Side by side, they danced with an energy and confidence that drew eyes from all around.
Their bodies moved with the rhythm, each beat guiding their steps and sways. Liz, embracing her newfound youth, matched Sophia move for move, her doubts and worries lost in the music. Sophia, for her part, reveled in having her mom by her side, not just as a guardian but as a true companion in the night’s escapade.
As they danced, a few guys approached, clearly drawn in by their vibrant presence. With smiles and smooth lines, they tried to wedge themselves into the duo’s dynamic. “Looks like you two could use some company,” one of the guys attempted, leaning in closer to be heard over the music.
Sophia glanced at Liz, a silent communication passing between them. Without missing a beat, they turned to the guys, their smiles polite but firm. “Thanks, but we’re good,” Sophia said, her voice cool. “Just here to enjoy the night.”
The guys, taken aback by the brush-off but undeterred, lingered for a moment longer before retreating back into the crowd, leaving Liz and Sophia to their private world on the dance floor.
Unbothered by the interruption, Liz and Sophia laughed it off, diving back into the music with even more fervor. Their movements were fluid, a testament to their freedom and joy in the moment. The attention they had attracted was flattering, but it was clear they were there for each other, their bond the true highlight of the night.
The rest of the world seemed to fade away as they continued to dance, the rhythm of the music a heartbeat that fueled their joy. They were a duo that needed no one else, their enjoyment of the night and each other evident in every step and turn.
As the night wore on and the songs blended one into the next, Liz and Sophia remained in their bubble, a pair of souls perfectly in sync on the dance floor. The attention from earlier was forgotten, a mere footnote in their evening. They were there to live in the moment, together, and that was all that mattered.
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As Liz and Sophia burst into the kitchen, still riding the high of their night out, they found Mike sitting there, a solitary figure in the dim light.
“OMG, check out Mike looking all gloomsville,” Sophia giggled to Liz, her voice low but filled with amusement. “Serious much? We’re way too fab for this vibe, right?”
Liz, feeling buoyed by Sophia’s energy, joined in the laughter. “Totally, Soph. We’re living the dream!” she exclaimed, her voice echoing their carefree spirit.
Mike, however, was not in the mood for their antics. “Liz, we gotta talk about the spell,” he said, trying to cut through the frivolity with a voice weighed down by concern. “I tried the thing we said would stop it… and nothing.”
Liz’s amusement cooled instantly, replaced by a dismissive chill. “Oh, please. You thought that would work? Really, Mike?” she retorted, disbelief coloring her tone.
“But we said, if it got too much, we’d end it. We promised,” Mike pressed, the desperation clear in his voice.
Liz laughed, but there was no warmth in it, just a cold certainty. “Promises? Mike, that was before everything got awesome. Sophia and I? We’re tight now, closer than ever. Why would I wanna stop feeling this amazing?”
“What about us, Liz? What we had?” Mike’s plea was for the life they once shared, a life that now seemed to be slipping away.
“Us?” Liz’s reply was sharp, slicing through any remaining hope. “There’s no ‘us’ anymore, Mike. It’s just me and Sophia, being besties. Something you’re just not getting. You’re kinda just… there, you know?”
The finality in her words hit Mike hard, a painful acknowledgment of how far apart they had grown. As Sophia took Liz’s hand, urging her to leave, she threw one more barb over her shoulder. “Let’s bounce, Mom. No point wasting our night on Debbie Downer here.”
And with that, they were gone, leaving Mike to process the harsh truth of Liz’s words. She didn’t look back.
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Mike stood at the doorway of the living room, his eyes briefly meeting Liz’s. Liz and Sophia were sprawled on the couch, their attention more on their phones than on him.
“I’m moving out,” Mike stated plainly, his voice steady but laden with a weight only he could feel.
Liz looked up, her expression one of mild surprise that quickly faded into indifference. “Oh, really? Well, if that’s what you think is best,” she said, her tone casual, almost dismissive.
Sophia glanced up from her phone, a smirk dancing on her lips. “Cool, no more Mr. Serious around the house. We can totally turn his room into a gaming den or something.”
“Yeah, honestly, it’s for the best,” Liz agreed, mirroring Sophia’s nonchalance. “We’re just on different vibes now. You’re like, from a totally different era.”
Mike nodded, a silent acknowledgment of the chasm that had grown between them. “I hope you both find what you’re looking for,” he said, his voice carrying a finality that marked the end of their shared journey.
“Thanks, we will! Have a good life, or whatever,” Sophia called out, already turning her attention back to her phone, her words echoing Liz’s sentiments.
Mike turned away, stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him. The sound was soft, yet it signified the closing of a significant chapter in their lives.
As he moved his last belongings to his car, the voices of Liz and Sophia, filled with plans and laughter, drifted out from the open windows. The two of them were inseparable besties. They had no place for “the old creepy guy” in their life.
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