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Cold Feet

Chad had always been a popular guy at school but when he started dating Madison, the head cheerleader, his status was elevated to that of a king. She was a mean, spoilt, brat who commanded a room just by entering it and it had started to rub off on Chad himself. He became captain of the football team, and led them to several championship victories but he had also become a cruel bully like Madison. He didn’t care of course, all that mattered was that as Madison approved and she showed him daily how much she liked her bad boy.

When Madison moved away though he was left with little potential prospects to fill her void. Even her bitchy friends weren’t enough. he felt his desire to be a bastard dwindle, his power wane. When the football team started to suffer he knew he needed to take matters into his own hands. If he couldn’t find a girl to suit his needs, he’d make one. All he needed was something of Madison’s.

Thankfully he still had an old jacket of Madison’s, a shiny black puffer coat, that she left behind. He loved her in that coat and in the weeks since she left had found himself jacking off to the lingering smell of her perfume still trapped in its threads. It gave him quick reminders of how to be as he thought about how it had clung tight to her athletic body.

Finding a spell online he enchanted the jacket. For a brief moment the jacket levitated as if someone was in it. The sleeve reached for Chad and then just as quick flopped back to the floor. Chad knew the jacket was ready, he just needed a girl to wear it. That’s where Emily came in.

Emily, the quiet, bookish girl in his English class, became his target. He knew she had the potential to be stunning, but her kind and introverted nature stood in stark contrast to the jacket's corruptive influence. That wouldn’t matter as the jacket would corrupt her ideals into a mirror of Madison’s while also improving her looks.

Emily had no friends to speak of and so was the perfect target. Most people didn’t even know she existed so her inevitable change would not seem out of the blue.

Determined to gain her trust, Chad started striking up conversations with Emily. At first she was apprehensive, unsure why any boy let alone the most handsome and popular guy in school would want to talk to her but over time they developed a real connection.

To his surprise Chad found himself falling for Emily. She was kind and sweet, everything Madison hadn’t been and yet he was attracted to her. It wasn’t the lustful urges he had for Madison but genuine love and affection. The football team continued to suffer but he started to see the team as trivial.

When they finally kissed for the first time Chad felt a joy like no other, he said, “Emily, there’s something about you that’s truly special. You’re so genuine and kind, and I feel like I can be myself around you.”

Emily blushed, her eyes flickering with surprise. “Thank you, Chad. That’s really sweet of you to say. I feel the same around you.”

As they spent more time together, their conversations deepened. Chad began to reveal more about himself, not as the popular guy, but as the person he truly was. Emily, in turn, shared her passions for literature and her dreams of becoming a writer.

As the weeks continued Chad found himself getting cold feet about whether he should go through with his plan. He realized that the magic of the jacket might not be worth sacrificing the authenticity of their burgeoning relationship. But there was a temptation still there and as long as the jacket existed it wouldn’t fade.

He finally made the decision to no only destroy the jacket but also leave the team. He loved Emily for who she was and was going to tell her as such. He had never told anyone he loved them, even Madison.

He had a romantic day for them planned. First they would head to the cinema where the way were playing one of Emily’s favourite movies. Then they would go for a meal at Emily’s favourite diner. Finally they would cap it off with a campfire by his family’s cabin where he would reveal the jacket to her. Together they would burn both Madison’s jacket and his letterman jacket, symbolizing the end of his wicked ways. That’s when he would declare his love for Emily.

Despite his nervousness he couldn’t help but tell Emily she was in for a special day, without revealing the specifics.

“Awh no fair! Tell me!” She said in faux frustration, endearing herself to him even more. However he held steadfast and simply led her to his car.

They cruised along the scenic route, the wind tousling Emily's hair as she laughed at Chad's stories. The sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow on their budding romance.

As they rolled into the parking garage and Emily saw the cinema in the distance she squealed with delight. The dimly lit theater provided the perfect atmosphere for a date and Emily was rapt by the movie and snuggled into Chad. Despite being engrossed in the film, Emily suddenly whispered to Chad, "I left my sweater in your car, and I'm getting really cold. Can you pass me the keys so I can grab it?"

Chad insisted on going but Emily told him he had done so much already and besides she had seen the movie a hundred times. Chad nodded and handed her the keys without a second thought.

As Emily walked into the dimly lit parking garage, she spotted Chad's car. Her breath formed a misty cloud in the chilly air as she approached it. The sweater was her primary goal, but once she opened the door she spotted something else in the backseat. The black puffer jacket glistened with an almost hypnotic sheen.

Curiosity got the better of her, and she reached for the jacket. As her fingers brushed against the fabric, a strange tingle coursed through her, sending a shiver down her spine. Her gaze lingered on it, and she couldn't deny that it did seem much warmer and cozier than her sweater.

With a hesitant decision, Emily decided to try it on. As she slipped her arms into the sleeves and zipped it up, she felt an odd sensation, like a gentle but insistent embrace. The jacket seemed to tighten around her body, molding itself to her contours as if it had a life of its own.

But as Emily continued to wear the black puffer jacket, she felt it begin to tighten to extremes. She felt it first around her waist. For a moment she panicked thinking it would constrict her breathing but somehow miraculously it didn’t, in fact it seemed to be warping her baby fat, moulding it into something different. Something better.

"What's happening? This jacket is, like, hugging me in all the right places," Emily drawled with a sudden bratty tone that felt good on her lips. Speaking of her lips, they plumped up to perfection, taking on a seductive, luscious quality. Crimson lipstick appeared with a pop that made her new smirk enchantingly captivating.

Her once pumpkin red hair began to change. It transformed into a luscious shade of blonde, shimmering like spun gold under the dim garage lights. It cascaded down her back in perfect waves, framing a face that was becoming more striking by the minute. As she examined her newly transformed blonde hair, she couldn't help but exclaim, “Mmmm, blonde. It looks soooo hawt on me! Oh god what am I saying? What is happening to me?”

Emily’s mind was fruitlessly trying to fight back against the pleasure feelings her body was going through. Each new change seemed to unlock a new colder, crueller part of her mind, locking away the parts of her that felt empathy and compassion in turn.

Her nails, once short and unadorned, grew longer and took on a matte white colour. They looked like they belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine rather than the fingers of a bookish girl. It garnered her approval. She admired them, saying, "Fierce nails for a fierce bitch!”

Her voice, once soft and modest, now dripped with arrogance as she continued, "I mean, who wouldn't want to look like this? I've never felt so powerful and beautiful in my life."

As the changes continued she found herself preoccupied with her own appearance and status, nurturing thoughts of self-importance and entitlement. The altruistic ideals that once guided her were supplanted by a relentless pursuit of self-glorification and a disdainful attitude towards anyone she perceived as beneath her.

Her posture underwent a dramatic change as well, becoming effortlessly poised and captivating. Emily's figure transformed, emphasizing every curve in a way that left no room for indifference. She had become a vision of beauty and allure, but beneath the surface, the jacket had also awakened something more sinister—a newfound cruelty and haughtiness that was as captivating as it was unsettling.

“Fuck I feel so nasty and hawt! Who wants to be some nobody dork when I could be a goddess! I want more!” She cackled giving in fully to the changes happening.

Last to change was also the most obvious enhancement as her boobs swelled up to fill up her top, turning it from a tee shirt to a tube top in the process. Emily remarked with overflowing conceit, "Perfect tits for the perfect woman.”

Her gaze shifted to her reflection in the car's wing mirror, and her voice oozed with self-admiration as she casually stated, "I look absolutely stunning. So this was the surprise Chad promised me today? Oh he needs to be rewarded for this."

Back at the cinema Chad was starting to worry. It had been nearly 20 minutes since Emily left. He was just about to get up to go check on her when, Emily, now the epitome of vanity and arrogance, walked confidently into the theater sat in the seat next to Chad. Her plump, glossy lips curled into a smug smile as she took her place beside him. Chad turned, looking puzzled, and said, “Sorry, my girlfriend is sitting there.”

Emily’s eyes, once soft and warm, now glinted with an air of superiority as she replied, “She certainly is.” Her tone dripped with flirtation, and she tossed her newly blonde hair casually over her shoulder, as if to flaunt her transformation.

Chad’s brows furrowed in confusion as he tried to make sense of the situation, but then it hit him. The jacket. Emily had found and worn the jacket and turned into a bitchy reflection of the girl she once was. Gone was the kind, introverted girl he had known, replaced by this haughty, self-assured stranger who seemed to revel in her newfound beauty.

“Oh my god Emily I-” he started before Emily cut him off with a long manicured finger to his lips.

“Shhhh baby you don’t hear to say anything. I know I spoiled your surprise and turned me into this bitchy queen sooner than expected but aren’t I just to die for now?” She said moving her hand down his strong chest.

“Emily this wasn’t what I-” he began but once again Emily stopped him.

“It must have been so boring for you to try and date my loser self, you were so patient with dorky Emily but now that Mila is here, we’re going to never have a dull moment. Starting now.” She purred as she reached his belt buckle and started opening it.

Chad couldn’t deny how hot she now was and he found his old lustful desires flood back to him. He loved how bitchy and confident she was. He couldn’t help but be incredibly erect when his cock sprung out of his pants, much to Mila’s glee.

With a hungry smirk, Mila leaned over and began to take his full cock in her mouth. Chad knew Emily had little sexual experience but the jacket seemed to have imbued her with the expertise of a pro. However he knew this was wrong, he needed to find a way to reverse what he had accidentally done but Mila was doing a good job of distracting him.

He tried to focus on Emily’s face, her smile, her laugh but found cruel thoughts about her enter his head. The carnal, animalistic part was telling him that Emily was ugly and pathetic that an alpha like him deserved Mila. He found himself slipping back into his old behaviour as he grabbed Mila’s hair and guided her head up and down.

“Oh fuck babe, you’re so nasty, you don’t know how much I wanted this!” He found himself grunting with wild arrogance as she sucked and stroked him perfectly, somehow she was even better than Madison. Each pump and suck felt like it was erasing the good person he had become over the past few weeks. He couldn’t have been happier.

With a satisfying jerk he came plentifully in Mila’s mouth, who continued to suck and now swallow until she knew she had taken all he had. With a satisfied smirk she lifted her head up and wiped a little bit of cum lingering on her perfect lips.

“Mmmm a little pent up were you babe?” She said teasing him as she licked her finger.

In the dimly lit theater, Chad couldn't resist the allure of his transformed girlfriend. Her confidence and newfound beauty had an irresistible pull on him, and he leaned closer, "you have no fucking idea… Mila. You’re even better than I could have hoped for."

Mila's smug grin widened, and she turned her enchanting gaze towards Chad, her eyes brimming with seductive power. "Oh, Chad," she purred, her voice dripping with bitchiness, "you have no idea what I'm capable of now."

As the movie played on, their flirtatious banter and shared evil ambitions solidified their connection. Chad was entranced by the seductive and commanding presence of Mila, and together, they plotted their rise to dominance, confident that their beauty, charm, and ambition would make them an unstoppable force to be reckoned with.

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