History in the making

Tina didn’t mind her job as a waitress in the high end club, Lucifer’s, in fact she loved all her co-workers. She just wasn’t overly fond of the clientele. Not that they were overtly cruel to her, they were all just disgustingly rich and self centred. They weren’t mean to her because they didn’t even notice her. They didn’t register her as someone to care about.

Everyone that was except Mr. Kane. He was by far the richest patron of the club and also it’s most frequent visitor. Of course it helped that he owned a stake in the business. He would never be seen with the same woman twice, each more beautiful than the last. However he seemed to have taken an interest in Tina. He would berate and belittle and the rest of the staff but not Tina. He would ask for her to serve him whenever he was in. Tina was surprised that he would care about any the wait staff let alone her but she was glad for the tips even if she thought he was self obsessed playboy.

One night though as she started her shift and heard he was in, she was surprised to find him without a lady on his arm. Putting on her best smile she walked into his private booth to take his drink order.

“Good evening Mr. Kane. May I get you some drinks?” Tina asked trying to ask as politely as possible if he was alone or not.

“Tina, good to see you. Yes I’ll take a bottle of champagne and two glasses. My lady friend is just running a little late.” He replied. Tina found it odd that anyone would be late for the ‘great’ Mr. Kane. Apart from his vast wealth he was also undeniably handsome. Tina nodded and left to fetch the order. Arriving back minutes later she place the glasses down and but the champagne bottle in an ice bucket.

“Celebration in order sir?” Tina asked to make polite conversation.

“There certainly will be. I will be asking my lady for her hand in marriage.” He said producing a ring from his coat pocket. One that nearly blinded Tina with how sparkling it was. She didn’t think a ring could have so many diamonds.

“That’s wonderful sir, I’m sure she’ll say yes.” Tina said turning to leave.

“Actually Tina could you help me with one thing? You see I wasn’t able to measure my lady friend’s ring finger precisely and have a little worry that the ring might not fit. You see it’s an old family heirloom and it has to hit. Your fingers however are about her size so I was wondering if you could try it on for a second?” He said with a hint of something in his voice Tina couldn’t quite decipher.

“Oh I’m not sure that would be-“ Tina began before he cut her off.

“Please you would be doing me a great service and I will reward you for you help.” He said with a kind of hiss in his voice. Tina could certainly use the extra money. Plus when would she get a chance to wear a ring that was worth more than her annual salary.

“Ok Mr. Kane, sure let’s do it.” She said slightly resigned but game.

“Here you go my dear and please call me Dorian.” He said handing her the ring. Immediately she felt the weight and the coldness of the jewelry. It intimated her slightly but her most overriding feeling at that moment was a sudden need and desire to wear the ring.

With a newfound eagerness she slipped the ring onto her finger and found it to fit perfectly, almost like it was designed for her. She stroked it, loving how it looked.

“It fits like a dream Dorian, I… I… I’m sorry I suddenly feel a little light headed.” Tina said as she felt her mind go a little foggy.

“Don’t worry my dear, head to my private bathroom to compose yourself. I’ll be here waiting.” He said and Tina left in a haze, never seeing the Cheshire Cat like grin he had on his face.

Tina made it into the private bathroom and locked the door behind her. By now her head was swimming and she splashed water in her face to help. Lifting her head as she dried off she could of sworn she saw her reflection change for a moment. However she didn’t dwell long on it as she began to get captivated by the engagement ring still on her finger again. Her eyes filled with the sparkling of the diamonds and her mind wondered to what it would be like if it was her ring. If she was the woman who would be Mrs. Kane.

She imagined her catching his eye the first shift she ever worked. How every waitress wanted to wait on him but he only wanted her. Who could blame him? She was the hottest woman who worked there. She smirked at the fantasy not noticing how unlike her the thoughts were or how the ring began to glow. A creeping feeling of superiority filled her head.

Not only that but her body began to reshape and improve without her ever taking her eyes off the ring. Her body was now more curvaceous, her skin clear and tanned. Her waitress outfit grew tighter to show off her body more and guarantee her better tips.

“No wonder the other girls hate me here, jealous sluts.” She said with an uncharacteristic venom in her voice unaware that moments earlier she was friends with all her co-workers and well liked. However her mind started to drift again to the real reason why she was so hated by them. Because she was their boss.

After digging her claws into Dorian she quickly convinced him to make her the hostess of the club. After all he was majority owner and she knew exactly where improvements in the staff could be done. She quickly doubled their profits and had the club at capacity every night without fail. Mostly due to her idea of having the waitresses dress in lingerie now instead of their uniform. Tina meanwhile dressed in a tight corset and pants combo nightly, to signify her dominance over them instead of the skimpy outfits they had to wear.

A cruel smile crossed her full lips as these new memories overwrote her own. Fantasy began reality as her actual chipped and dirty nails repaired themselves and grew long and painted. She smirked knowing how much Dorian loved to see her sexy nails wrapped around his cock. Her waitress uniform grew even tighter before popping into the outfit from her imagination.

“Maybe tonight I’ll fire one of those useless morons to send a message to the rest of the staff. I love the looks on their faces when I tell them I won’t be paying them either, it’s so delicious. Dorian loves to see me be the mean bitch.” She mused as she touched the ring lovingly. However a new thought invaded her mind. Being a hostess didn’t give her firing power. Sure she would have a lot of sway but she couldn’t let anyone go on a whim.

That’s when she remembered Dorian was so impressed with her work (and in the bedroom) that she got promoted to manager. A role than made the rest of staff incredibly annoyed as she was getting elevated for their hard work. This however only made her even more delighted at her status change. She remembered fucking Dorian good that night after she made her first managerial action be to fire the staff who opposed her the most.

“God what a fucking good day that was and even better night. Dorian never railed me so hard and I never came so much. He grabbed my big fake tits so good that his cock didn’t have to do anything, though I didn’t complain.” She purred feeling her pussy get slick at the mere thought of one of her best nights ever. So focussed on her approaching orgasm she didn’t take in her outfit and body change for a final time.

Her fashionable but skin covering black outfit morphed into a tight chocolate coloured leather mini dress that worked overtime to contain her now heaving breasts. The tits, a gift from Dorian of course, hung perfectly without the need of a bra. Tina pestered Dorian for weeks to have them done but as soon as they were a art of her, he couldn’t keep his eyes or hands off of her, exactly as she wanted. In fact they were the only thing that managed to rip her gaze from the ring at that moment.

“They really were worth every penny. Not my money of course. Although seeing as I’m soon to be Valentina Kane it will be mine. Along with the most perfect husband a bitch like me could ever want. Speaking of which, I can’t keep hubby waiting.” She said checking her makeup one last time in her reflection.

Strolling out onto the dance floor she could see she was envy of every woman there. Not only because she was obviously the most gorgeous one there but also because she was Dorian’s woman. Finally reaching her fiancés booth she saw his expression go wide and his lust for her was simply palpable.

“I love after all this time you still get such a stiffy for me baby.” She said giving his crotch a little squeeze as she moved past him to sit down and take up her drink.

“You’re just more breathtaking than I could of imagined.” He said drinking her in with his eyes. Valentina however smirked at him.

“I was only touching up my makeup dear, I wasn’t on an expedition to the North Pole. I know we are celebrating but maybe you should ease off on the champagne.” She said teasing him but enjoying the way he was looking at her all the same.

“Perhaps you’re right, how about we take this party somewhere more private.” He said with a devilish twinkle in his eye. She loved that look. However she had other plans as she placed her drink down and moved over to him and undid his belt.

“I have a better idea. You and I are going to be the king and queen of this place soon, so how about we give the peasants a show.” She said tugging his pants down just enough for his big cock to burst out.

That night became something of legend for the club.

Take a Seat

“Thank God we were able to steal Rebecca’s chair from her while she was out to lunch. I’m convinced it is what made her so evil and cruel in the first place. When she got that promotion I thought it would be great having a friend as a boss but the more she sat on this seat the meaner and sexier she got. Now without it hopefully the corruption will start to reverse and she will be Becky our friend again. I’ll keep the chair at my place until we know for sure it’s the cause then we can destroy it.”

“Just as I suspected Rebecca is slowly changing back. It’s made a world of difference. I feel more confident and less in fear of her. In a few weeks she should be back to her normal boring Becky self. It’s kind of a shame because she did manage to whip us all into being more efficient. She was tough but she knew what she was doing. No of course it was at our expenses but you have to admire the power she had over us. Can you cover for me for an hour, I just remembered I needed to do something at home.”

“Oh this outfit? I don’t think it’s too risqué, it’s projecting the image I want it to. Have you ever heard the saying, dress for the job you want not the one you have? Well that’s what I’m doing. Rebecca is nearly completely back to normal and that means she will have lost her cutthroat personality. She won’t be up to the job of our boss as no one will respect her. I already have more people in line following me than she does so it only makes sense that I’ll take the job from her. Oh don’t be so such a downer, Becky had her go but the company needs someone who is confident, assertive and strong and so it has to be me.”

“Taking the job from Rebecca was so easy it was proof she wasn’t capable of being the boss anymore. Without her dominating personality she was just the same weak and meek loser we knew before her promotion. Once I met with the CEO and told him what a benefit I could be to the company as the new boss of our department he practically jumped at the chance to hire me. Or maybe it’s more accurate to say I jumped on him. Unlucky for him that I had a photographer nearby taking pictures of all the fun positions we got ourselves in. A few more ‘evaluation’ sessions with me and I’ll have enough dirt on him to take this company for my own. Shut the fuck up with your whining about morals. I’m a hot and mean bitch, I don’t have time for playing fair, I’m playing to win.”

“I think it’s clear by now to you that I didn’t get rid of this lovely chair like I said I would all those months ago. When I got the chair home I accidentally feel into in and immediately loved how it made me feel. After that it became an addiction. I kept slipping away from work to devour more of the corruption it gave me. The more I used it the more it made me into this evil slut you see before you. Now that I’ve taken this company as my own it made sense to move the chair back so I could absorb the power even more frequently. Even right now it is making me even badder. You might be wondering why I am telling you all this. Well the answer is in the very chair you are sitting in. It is a chair from the makers of my fantastic throne. Only your chair is for making people more loyal to me. Right now you are thinking how best to please me rather than betray me like we did with that idiotic Becky. One by one I will have the staff come in for their evaluations and one by one they will pledge their undying loyalty to me. It is this kind of thinking that separates me from Rebecca, it’s what will allow me to take over even more businesses in the future. For now though I need proof that you are on my side. So be a good little bitch and lick my boots.”

Borrowed Bully

“Wow I knew borrowing Amber’s beauty would make her less mean and more humble but I never thought it would look good on me. Her good looks have transformed me into a slim and sexy babe. I even took her long sexy nails. Of course I’ll give her back everything I took when she learns her lesson about being a bully.”

”In the meantime I should give her a taste of what it’s like to be bullied. Who better to deal it out then the new hottest bitch in school? No the new Queen of the school! Yessss that sounds way better. First I’ll need to change out of these rags first, they do nothing for my hot new body and are hardly befitting a Queen.”

“That’s it girls hold Amber down, hold down your former leader. You see Amber I know you’re learned your lesson by now about how cruel it is to be a bully. I know because me and the girls have been picking on you for weeks now. While you were learning the bad side of bullying I was learning the good side. The hot side. The powerful side. My side. I’m never giving back your beauty now. I never again want to feel like the loser you are now. Having all these beta bitches serve me and having all the guys adore me is just a bonus to making your life hell.”

Promoted

“Oh I never said I was destroying Meg’s evil tits I just said I was taking the power away from her and I did just that. I was so jealous of how Meg lorded her big boobs over us, making us do all her work so she got promoted to being our boss. Once I removed the tits from her body they cried out for a host. They begged me to put them on and I was only to eager. Now I’m promoted to being the boss bitch around here and you and Meg are going to do all my bidding. I hope you like eating pussy because that’s my new job for you loser.”

Model: Carrie LaChance

In the Driver’s Seat

This is an unofficial sequel to the amazing Evie Hyde’s ‘Taking her for a spin’ which you should check out here. I hope you and her like my continuation!

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It had been only a week since Sarah had lost her best friend Penelope (now Penny) to the handsome but cruel Brandon and she was missing her friend so much. Not that Penny wasn’t around, in fact the opposite. Penny now relentlessly bullied Sarah. No Sarah missed who Penny used to be before Brandon’s car transformed her into the wicked spoilt bitch she was now. She missed Penelope.

What was more was every day her former friend rode in the car seemed to make her worse. She was easily the most popular and most feared girl in school now and was the envy of most girls. Even Sarah would occasionally think about what would of happened had she got in the car instead of Penelope. They had been social outcasts together but now Sarah was on her own.

Sarah couldn’t tell anyone what happened because she knew no one would believe her. She barely believed it happened and she saw it with her own eyes. Penelope had transformed into the slutty and mean Penny as soon as she sat in Brandon’s luxury car.

One side effect of this was that Brandon’s ex Collette who had been riding in his car for years was no longer the meanest bitch in school. In fact it was hard to classify her as even being impolite. She was now a quiet and shy wallflower like Penny used to be. Sarah theorized that the corruption was only powerful enough to be maintained for one person, so when Penelope transformed the corruption left Collette and turned her back to her former shy self.

It was clear what Sarah had to do if she were to get her friend back. She had to do something about the car. This is how she found herself in the boys locker room during phys ed. Sarah knew Brandon would not let his car key out of his sight but she also knew he had a regular post P.E meet up with Penny that would give her a window to take the key from him.

Sarah hid in one of the empty lockers as P.E ended and all the boys came in. She knew she could only make her move once all the other guys had left. She couldn’t help but stare wide eyed as all the guys disrobed and cleaned themselves. It was part of her plan she hadn’t anticipated but couldn’t tear her eyes away.

She spotted Brandon sitting impatiently looking at his watch. After a few minutes of doing this he announced to the locker room for everyone to get out. Some of the guys grumbled but most stayed silent as they shuffled out of the room mostly half dressed. They knew not to mess with Brandon.

No sooner had the last guy left had the door swung back open and Penny entered. Sarah gazed at her former friend in equal sadness and jealously. Penny was easily the hottest girl in school now and she walked around with the confidence to back it up. She was wearing her newly acquired head cheerleaders outfit with some slutty modifications.

“Brandon baby you didn’t have to excuse all those boys, I could of had fun letting you and some of them fill me up.” She said with smirk but Brandon didn’t return it.

“You’re my woman understand? I don’t share you with anyone. Do I need a find a new more obedient girlfriend?” He said angrily and Sarah saw what she hadn’t seen in her friend since the transformation. Fear.

“No of course babe I was just teasing. Let’s not think about that now anyway, didn’t I come here to spend some time with my one and only man?” She said expertly defusing the situation. Brandon softened and embraced her.

What happened next almost entranced Sarah. She watched in awe as two perfectly sculpted people tore the clothes off each other and groped at each other with lustful intention. It was like watching two master musicians play their instruments. It was although each knew what the other needed and instantly delivered. They moaned and groaned like two wild animals and Sarah was transfixed.

However she managed to tear her eyes away from the onslaught to notice the car key sticking out of Brandon’s discarded shorts off to the side. Creeping slowly out of the locker she managed to grab they key without making any noise. Not that she thought it would matter considering how loud the other two were.

Once she knew she was out of earshot of the locker room she bolted to the student parking lot and straight to Brandon’s car. As she stood before it she took in the sheer craziness of her plan. She was about to commit grand theft auto and destruction of property but she knew it was the only way to save her friend. Resolved in her plan she unlocked the car and got it.

She had to admit the almost regal luxury feel that the car gave off. Sarah couldn’t help but feel elevated by, almost intoxicated by it despite it not being her car. She shook herself out of it and put the key in the ignition.

“For Penelope.” She said as she turned the key. As soon as she did she felt her body begin to tingle all over. It was immensely pleasurable to the point of making her wet but also totally unexpected.

“Oh fuck no this isn’t happening! This isn’t suppose to happen!” She cried out as she felt her body began to shift and change.

Sarah let out a soft moan as she felt the changes ripple across her body pleasurably. Her uniform shirt and skirt fused together becoming tight, black and shiny. Large breasts grew outward to fill it perfectly.

Her hand reached out to retrieve the key from the ignition, she still had time to stop the transformation but something was pulling her back. Her mind was at odds with itself with the desire to save Penelope and the desire to accept the changes happening to her. That’s when it clicked in her head that she could do both. Once Sarah took her place as Brandon’s new girlfriend Penny would change back into Penelope.

“Yessss more! Give me everything that Penny is and more. Turn her back into that loser Penelope so I can take my rightful place as Sasha, Queen of this school!” She moaned as she revved the engine accelerating the transformation.

Her always messy hair suddenly became impossibly straight and gorgeously thick. Sexy makeup appeared on her face in an instant giving her long eyelashes and a bitchy pout. She gripped the steering wheel with new long pink nails as the changes finally stopped.

“Oh fuck yes what a rush. I should of known this miraculous car would change me no matter what seat I was in! Maybe I secretly did. No wonder Penny loves riding in this so much, I feel so god damn hot. Unlucky for her the free rides end today.” She said with a cackle to herself. She couldn’t wait to get fucked in the car she just had to wait for her man to arrive.

Thankfully she didn’t have to wait too long as both Brandon and Penny came crashing out the school doors towards the car. However it was not a sight Sasha had expected.

Penny was clopping over in her high heels with a bemused look on her face following an out of breath fat guy coming towards the car. As they got closer Sasha realized that it was actually Brandon. For a moment Sasha was confused but as she quickly realized what had happened a cruel smile curled on Sasha’s lips as a new plan formed. Finally reaching the car Brandon started pounding on the window.

“Get out of my car you slut or else I’ll-“Brandon wailed but before he could finish Sasha flung the door open hitting Brandon in the gut sending him to the ground.

“Or else what fatty? I make the rules now and the first one is no losers can even touch MY car. So you’re already on strike one.” Sasha said watching in glee as Brandon struggled to get up.

“P-Penny pull this skank out of my car.” He said finally getting to his feet but realizing that he ought to fight bitches with bitches.

Penny stepped toward the car with a cruel yet hot look on her face but at the last second turned to Brandon and kneed him in the balls causing him to go down a second time. Sasha felt a tingle in her pussy watching her friend be so mean. Sasha gave Penny a head nod and a smile indicating to get in the car.

“Rule number 2, losers like you can never speak to me or my girl so that’s strike two for you dork.” Sasha said with increasing delight.

“Oh so I’m your girl now?” Penny said with a playful smile getting into the car beside her transformed bestie.

“As long as I’m in this drivers seat you’re my girl and I have more sophisticated tastes than that dweeb out there.” Sasha said as she revved the engine causing Penny to moan as her outfit changed from the school’s cheerleader outfit to a tight and short black latex outfit to match Sasha’s new style.

“Mmmm you have great taste in clothes babe.” Penny said as ran her fingers all over her new clothes.

“I have even better taste in women.” She said grabbing Penny and kissing her deeply.

Sasha put the car in gear and sped off leaving Brandon metaphorically and physically in the dirt.

Big Bitch on Campus

“What do you want Xavier?” Vicky said with a scowl at Julia’s, her former bully, boyfriend who had just arrived at her apartment door unannounced. Vicky should of been frightened by the imposing muscle bound Xavier but her real fear was always Julia but she had made sure she was out of the picture for good.

“I know it was you who got the board of directors to kick Julia out of college and ship her back east to her parents.” Xavier said more matter of factly that accusatorially. It was true that Vicky had finally been able to persuade the board to look at all the antics and dealings that Julia had been up to in her sorority. Once they did they found her in breach of practically even code of conduct the college had and had no choice but to expel her. Vicky was only to happy to see the back of the girl who made her first semester hell.

“Yeah I did and I did this whole college a favour getting rid of that demon.” Vicky said shockingly calm but forceful.

“I couldn’t agree more. Julia had become weak. Had become sloppy with her power. You on the other hand managed to take her on and win. You have a fire that’s in you waiting to be set free. Her sorority needs a new head bitch and I need a new Queen. So today I’m letting that fire out.” He said with a mischievous smile.

Vicky let out a snort at what he was purposing. Not only was she a woman men rarely take a second look at but she also was repulsed by Xavier. Yes she could see how handsome he was but his arrogance overrode any sexual attraction she could have towards him.

“Not in a million years.” Vicky said preparing to close her door when suddenly Xavier burst in holding two strange flesh coloured round mounds. He pushed the mounds directly onto her blouse where her small tits lay under. Before she knew it the mounds had melted through her shirt and were latching onto her breasts. She had been about to yell but as soon as the strange fleshy clumps made contact with her skin she felt an incredible pleasure wash over her making her moan instead of scream.

“You see Julia wasn’t always the bitchy vain ice Queen you knew her as. She was once a bright eyed freshman called Jules with the hopes of becoming a doctor. Once I gave her these tits however her desires became much more about helping herself rather than others. She cried and cried when I took them back yesterday which only made me more convinced that she had become soft.” Xavier said stepping back from Vicky who was writhing in pleasure against the wall.

Vicky’s mind raced with what he said. If she hadn’t felt her body absorbing the huge tits she wouldn’t of believed him. She tried to pull them off her skinny frame but it only made her become aroused. Before long she was squeezing them with joy rather than tugging with fear. A wicked smile curled across her mouth as her mind turned to what a hot bitch she could be now.

“Julia used to lord these tits over me like she was God’s gift to humanity but now I know she actually was and now I can be too! No what am I saying I have to snap out of it! This is exactly what that creep Xavier wants!” She thought to herself looking over at the the increasingly lustful look in Xavier’s eyes. She had never illicit that look from anyone let alone someone as hot as Xavier.

“Hot? What am I thinking?! He’s a cruel bully who takes what he wants regardless of anyone else’s feelings. Mmmm actually that is kind of hot. He’s a real alpha who answers to no one just like I’m becoming. No! I’m repelled by men like that, aren’t I?” Vicky thought to herself as new emotions and desires flooded her mind confusing her.

Her body seemed to be less confused as her skin started to take on a more tanned look and her slim frame became toned and strong yet sleek and curvaceous. Her eyes caught her new physique in her hall mirror and she couldn’t help but pose. She caught Xavier eying her up and down and couldn’t help but feel herself getting wet. Why shouldn’t she become the new bitch on campus. He was going to make someone into his new Queen why couldn’t it be her? Then she remembered how cruel Julia had been to her, how awful it made her feel. She couldn’t do that to someone else.

“It doesn’t matter how great these make me feel or how sexy I look I won’t give into these evil tits.” Vicky said defiantly but still unable to take her eyes off of her still changing body.

“Give into the breasts and the power they offer you and they’ll make you even hotter. Maybe even as hot as Julia.” Xavier said coyly hoping Vicky would take the bait.

“Oh please Julia was an amateur next to my beauty. Everything these gorgeous tits will give me now will make me a goddess compared to her.” Vicky snarled at him insulted at the mere mention of her former bully. She would show him just how drop dead sexy she could be. Not only that but she would be even meaner, even more cruel than Julia ever was. That would show him. She would make him forget the name Julia.

That’s when the changes sped up. Every follicle of hair below her eyebrows evaporated in an instant. In fact every strand of hair that she lost seemed to only add to the thickness and the length of her darkening mane. Thick dark makeup appeared on her face giving her a beautiful but permanent resting bitch face.

Her pants ripped at the waist and fell off her as her butt swelled up and her hips flared out. Her plain white shirt buckled under the pressure of her new tits which had grown even bigger than the mounds they started off as due to her eager acceptance of their corruption. The shirt now hung off her like an impromptu but revealing dress.

As the changes relaxed she hungrily looked at her own reflection barely recognizing the woman she saw but not for a second missing the woman that she had been. Any resistance she had before was now gone from her mind replaced with a desire to be loved and feared in equal measure.

“Julia was pathetic and didn’t deserve these tits. My tits! I’m better than her in every way now and within a day this whole campus will know it too. The name Julia will be forgotten and instead Victoria will be on everyone’s lips.” She said while adjusting her shirt to show off her new assets more. She looked vainly at her reflection with an intense stare like the one Julia would give her only this one was didn’t fill her with fear, in fact it made her just feel more powerful.

“I know that’s what I want in my lips.” Xavier said breaking Victoria’s look from the mirror. Only minutes ago she would of gagged at hearing such a line from anyone let alone Xavier but right now it made her go slightly weak at the knees. She ran her perfectly manicured fingers over his bulging muscles with glee.

“We’ll it’s only fair that my man get the first and only taste of the new me.” She said as he pulled her into a passionate kiss. Despite her previous inexperience with most things sexual she know had the knowledge of carnal pleasure that would make a hooker plush.

She expertly undid his jeans with one hand and pulled his underwear until they slipped down his legs. With the athleticism of a gymnast she hopped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, slowing lowering herself onto his erect member. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she did causing her to roar with animalistic pleasure.

“Ohhhh fuck yes baby. Fuck me so hard the neighbours hear. Call out my name so loud the campus can hear. I want everyone to know there is a new bitch on campus and her name is Victoria!” She groaned as Xavier make her requests a reality.

Live, Bitch, Repeat

Monday,Loop 7

“Please Ashley can we not do this now? I’ve had a very long… week so can you not bully me right now. Yes I know it’s only Monday but… oh what the hell you won’t remember this tomorrow and I doubt you’ll believe me. This is the 7th time I’ve relived this day. You see I’m stuck in this loop where I repeat the same day over and over and I can’t find a way to break it. So everyday around this time you are there to bully me and I can never convince you not to and I see today is to be the same.”

Monday, Loop 29

“Listen Ashley I have a deal for you, how about I give you all this money and you don’t bully me today? Where did I get all of this? I stole it from my mom she won’t rem- I mean she won’t know it’s even gone. You’ll agree? Oh thank god. You want me to hangout with you as you spend it? Why? So because I stole this money you think I’m not some sort of dork anymore? Sure let’s go spend the money then.”

Monday, Loop 40

“I look hot? Thanks Ashley, this is actually an outfit a friend picked out for me. You know even though you bully me I’ve always looked up to you. You’re so sexy and strong and confident. You’re my role model. I wished so much to be just like you. You’re serious? You want to teach me to be more like you? Like a mentor? I could never be as hot as you or as confident. It would take me weeks to be learn to be a fraction like you but I guess I have the time.”

Monday, Loop 93

“Good eye Ashley it is the new Gucci fall collection. Of course you’d know you’re always in the most fashionable designs. I’m literally in awe of you. The way you are so commanding and bitchy to everyone while looking like a million dollars is so cool. Even yesterday when it was me you were bullying I couldn’t help but wonder how you do it. I don’t think I could ever bully another person like you do. You want to show me your tips? Well ok just some I don’t want to be too mean, although no one will even care how mean I was by tomorrow.”

Monday, Loop 155

“Give me a second Ashley I’m just telling this loser to make sure she doesn’t get in my way again. Don’t you just love picking on dorks like her? Of course you do because only yesterday I was a nerd like her and you were enjoying every second of bullying me. Amazing what a day makes but I’m glad you did it, I was weak but you made me strong. Wait you want to be friends? Oh my god Ashley that’s all I ever wanted. Call you Ash? Oh babe that’s so hot just like us. So what should we do? Boys? Oh Ash that sounds so hot but I have to tell you I don’t have a lot of experience with getting guys but then again I’ve never looked this good.”

Monday, Loop 200

“Hey Ash, you’re looking so fucking hot today, is that new lipstick? Oh thanks I am looking pretty gorgeous today aren’t I? It’s amazing what some clothes and makeup can do. I know you and I have had our differences in the past but why should two hotties like us be fighting when we could be BFFs? With that in mind, why don’t you and I play a little hooky today and go crash a college party and get us some men. Am I experienced? Yeah babe you could say that. Now let’s go there’s only so many hours in the day.”

Monday, Loop 271

“Come on Ash stop being such a drag! We’re in the apartment of two rich well hung guys and you want to bail? How do I know they’re well endowed? Well let’s just say I’ve been doing months of research at all the most upscale clubs and these two I can guarantee are not only blessed downstairs but also know how to use their blessings. What? Seriously? You’re a virgin? But you’re Ashley J, the biggest slut in school. You spread rumours about your sex life just to seem more bad ass? You’re pathetic, to think I looked up to you but now I’m better than you in every way. I’m hotter, bitchier and fucked more guys than you too. Oh god you’re crying? You’re suck a fucking loser. Go cry home virgin and leave these guys to me, a real bad ass bitch.”

Tuesday

“What the? I’m not in my bed? I’m in the same lush apartment as last night instead? The loop is finally broken. Mmmm it all makes sense now, I wished to be like Ashley and when I finally surpassed her in every way the loop broke. I couldn’t become like her overnight, it had to take months of practice and mmmmm those months sure were fun but it’s time I get on with my life and take my rightful place as the new head bitch at school. Now that I know Ashley’s secret I’ll be able to knock that phoney off her pedestal. Oh yessss it’s making me so wet just thinking about it. Time to wake up one of my men from last night, hmmm but which one?”

Minding the Store

Requested by @ab1nsur

“Thanks so much Tina for minding the store for the day while I take the day off. I know this has never been your type of scene, all the girly girly makeup and fashion but I’m short staffed just for today so hopefully it shouldn’t be too painful. Plus I know you’re strapped for cash so this is the least I could do. After all what are sisters for? Laters!” Samantha said kissing the air that nearly made the tomboy Tina barf.

Samantha was right, Tina despised all the overly feminine stuff her sister peddled at her store and even more so the clientele that frequented the place but Tina was struggling for cash and so took whatever help she could.

As a practicing Wicca she even attempted a spell the night before to bring her some help in that department but seemingly the best the Goddess of The Hunt could provide was a few hours of minimum wage. She appreciated the work but just wished her sister wasn’t so patronizing about it. She always treated Tina like some charity case, like she was the perfect sister.

It wasn’t all bad though, she had had only one customer the whole day so far and hadn’t even felt the need to check the dressing room the woman had used yet for discarded items. However as the clock drew closer to closing time she dragged herself over to check.

Opening the door of the dressing room she was surprised by the sight she saw. However it wasn’t the discarded leopard skin style skirt and black top combo that lay on the floor that surprised her but rather the makeup, hair rollers and other beautifying things that were strewn about the room with the words ‘wish granted’ written in lipstick on the mirror.

Before she could hope to decipher the cryptic meaning the previously inanimate clothes shot up from the floor and onto her body. She tugged aggressively on the animal print skirt and black shirt attempting to pull them off but they felt welded to her body. Worse still they seemed to be consuming the clothes she was wearing.

Her jeans and shirt were ripped from her body by the new hot clothes which seemed to absorb them without gaining anymore mass. Tina scream as the clothes moved to wrap around her body fearing it was about to the same to her but as slithered around her figure her screams turned to moans.

The black top and animal print skirt was reshaping her petite body making her taller, sculpting her frame into an hourglass, massaging her breasts making them enlarge, flairing her hips and rounding her ass.

“Ohhhh Goddess what is happening to me? I feel so strong, so aggressive. It feels so fucking good and looks even better.” She moaned as she looked in the mirror no longer in terror but in vanity. She rarely ever focused on her appearance but now she couldn’t take her eyes off her new body.

As she felt the clothes finally stop their transformation she felt a pang of disappointment that the changes had stopped. As if sensing her emotions the makeup shot up in the air and started to apply themselves to her face as if a professional was doing it.

She pouted her lips eagerly to allow the lipstick to work its magic, quite literally as she felt her lips expand in thickness. As this was happening foundation was being dusted onto her face giving her a perfect tan like look that then expand to every inch of her body.

Dark eye shadow applied tightly around her eyes making her close her eyelids. However when they reopened her eyes had changed from her green compassionate eyes to cold uncaring brown. The hair rollers snapped onto her hair starting at the root and rolled up her brown lockes. The tighter they pulled the more she moaned until finally they exploded out in expertly salooned but now blonde hair.

With all the changes complete the beautification tools dropped to the floor once again inanimate. Tina grabbed her head trying to make sense of it all while also being completely engrossed in her reflection. The words on the mirror began to swirl and change into simply saying ‘you’re welcome’.

“Mmmm the Goddess heard my plea last night after all and while this isn’t what I had in mind I now fully understand what she wants me to do and it’s making me so wet thinking about it. I know I don’t usually care about looks and makeup and fashion but I had to be reborn to understand the power they can bring. Look at me now! I could in fact do that all day but I have work to do before my idiotic sister returns.” She said with a smirk. Despite her becoming more like Samantha she still had a distain for everything her sister did and sold.

Not because she didn’t like feminine things, on the contrary it was all she could think about now, but more because she saw her sister as not going far enough. She saw her sister as weak and in need of replacing. There could only be one queen of this jungle.

The next day

Samantha walked leisurely to her store feeling rested after her day off. She was so at peace that she failed to realize a long line of young women lining up in front of her.

“Must be some new ‘it’ store opening up near my store. That’s all I need.” She thought to herself when she registered the crowd. However as she got to the front of the line she realized they were all lined up for her store, or at least where her store used to be. In its place was some store called ‘Christina’s’. Perplexed she attempted to enter but was stopped by a large bouncer.

“No cuts miss.” He said blocking her path.

“But that’s my store! Stand aside!” She demanded but the man didn’t budge. That was until he heard a voice from inside the store tell him to let her in. Samantha angrily entered the store ready to fight whoever was responsible for this only to find the inside to be completely changed.

Gone were the flowery summer dresses she had hand picked, gone were the pink and purple sweaters, gone were the large fun sun hats. In their place were tight revealing clubwear, impossibly high heels, crop tops and latex leggings. It all screamed vapid spoilt rich girl and not the culture she would ever promote.

“Like what I’ve done with the place?” Said a velvety smooth voice from one of the dressing rooms. Samantha looked on as a blonde bombshell exited the room clad in a leopard skin dress with tight eye catching cleavage. Instantly she knew who she was looking at but couldn’t believe it.

“Tina? What happened to you? What have you done to my store?” Samantha said dumbfounded to her sister.

“It’s Christina sweetie and I thought you would of realized by now it’s not your store anymore.” The stunning blonde said with a smirk while playing with her hair.

“You can’t do this! Not only because you’ve changed my store to cater to vain trophy wives but because I own this store, I have a lease!” Samantha said getting more exasperated by the second. Christina moved towards her and enjoying seeing her older sister recoil slightly, afraid of her.

She was right to be afraid however because as quick as a snake strike Christina grabbed her sisters hair and dragged her towards the counter where a contract was waiting for her.

“Sign it saying you are giving me full control of the store and I won’t pull out your cheap extensions hard enough to damage your scalp.” Christina said with enough venom that Samantha knew it wasn’t an empty threat. Reluctantly Samantha picked up the pen and signed her name. As soon as she had Christina let go of her sisters hair causing her to fall to the floor.

“You may have customers lined up out the door for you now but this shit won’t last.” Samantha said rebelliously as she unsteadily got to her feet. Christina for her part let out a long cold cackle.

“You think they are customers? Those are just the applicants to work her. Within a week I’ll have enough business to open a second location. Now I know you’re without a job so you can jump to the top of the application line if you like, after all what are sisters for.” Christina said with a cruel smile that telegraphed to Samantha just how much her now cold and evil sister was enjoying having the tables turned.

Model: Alanna Katelyn

The Corrupted Queen

The following is inspired by a prompt by @womackdj-blog

When people would ask Abby what she worked at she always struggled to tell them. It wasn’t that her job was that complicated it’s just that she always had to convincingly lie to them.

She was chief researcher at a secret government facility whose specialty was dark corrupting artifacts. For decades this secretive branch had been collecting items that had corrupted someone into becoming a dark sinister version of themselves.

The items ran the gambit from the obvious to the mundane. For example there was a black latex outfit that clearly looked like something only an evil woman would wear but then there were things such as a hair scrunchy or a plain looking bracket. The common denominator with all of these though were the items ability to corrupt the wearer.

Each item would twist and transform the owner into a dark reflection of themselves often with physical enhancements. Women would get bustier and slimmer, men would get stronger taller. All would be cruel and corrupt.

Some items would take years to acquire from the user depending on any additional power it bestowed on them. Some gave the owners mind control powers others allowed the very fabric of space and time to warp to their new station in life. They would loose agents to these power wearers all the time but sooner or later the item would become the departments.

Abby’s job was to research each acquired object and find ways to copy the most powerful abilities where possible and if safe to do so. They had developed amazing tech due to her research and yet Abby couldn’t tell anyone. It made her somewhat saddened to know her work would never be acknowledged. She knew she shouldn’t focus on it though and instead just be content with her work.

Today she was getting a shipment of some parasitic hair, long black extensions that would latch onto a host turning them into a power mad maniac. Abby had to undergo years of mental training to withstand the allure of all the corrupted objects but it had paid off because as she walked into her office and passed the wall full of evil items in glass cages each whispering to her to choose them, she felt nothing. None had so much as tempted her.

She passed by earrings that offered her beauty, lipstick that offered her a silver tongue, boots the offered to crush her enemies. They all had their promises but Abby barely registered any of them. Instead she focused on the box that had been placed on her table.

It was plain looking box that hardly looked it could contain a smell let alone something deeply evil but Abby knew and trusted that these boxes could do their job. However what she hadn’t foreseen would be the agent who captured the hair to be incompetent. Under the heading of ‘threat level’ the agent had written 1 but had meant to finish it by writing 10.

As a result Abby did not take her usual precautions of applying a face mask or a light shield. So when she opened the box and a thick mound of black as night hair immediately shot out she was unprepared for it latching onto her face. It desperately searched for her scalp to bond with her. As unprepared as Abby was she was still well trained and kept the hair from venturing any more north of her face.

However she couldn’t see a thing with it on her face and desperately bounced around the room looking for the emergency alarm. As she bumped into desk after desk, wall after wall she eventually hit what she believed to be the alarm and then stumbled to the floor.

Falling to the floor she managed to rip the black hair off in half and throw it from her face. As her eyes readjusted to the light she realized the grave mistake she had made. She had not pressed the emergency alarm but had instead accidentally opened all the glass cages containing the corrupted object. Not only that but she inadvertently had put herself into the path of all the items as well.

Like the spray from a shotgun each of the items flew towards her body from their prisons overwhelming her in an instant. Starved for hosts for so long each object fought for their place on her quickly transforming body.

Jewelry of all kinds attached to her body however they could. Rings and bracelets adorned her hands, earrings filled up her ears and piercings attached themselves to even her most sensitive areas sending a pleasurable shock through Abby’s body.

“Ugh noooo got to…. Ugh…. Get… them…. Off! Have to… fight…. How good it feels!” She moaned trying in desperation to remove the items but when one was removed two more took their place.

Two large fake boobs rolled over her body until them found their new home by merging with Abby’s existing small breasts. Fishnets crawled up her legs like a spider as black knee high boots followed behind up her legs. Dark makeup covered her eyes as deep red lipstick covered her now full and pouty lips. It all was too much for Abby who’s eyes rolled into the back of her head.

She knew she should fight but her mental defences were waning. All the items promised her power and beauty. They played on her insecurities of never being recognized for her work. They told her everyone should know her name. Everyone should fear her name. The more she listened the more she loved what she heard.

“I can’t fight anymore, I don’t want to! It feels too fucking good and I’m feeling too fucking bad! Give me more! I want more! Yesssss! Make me even hotter! Even stronger! More powerful! Everyone will know and fear Queen Abigail!” She said with a cackle as she gave into the corruption of all the items letting them consume her body and soul.

A tight latex mini dress opened up like a large mouth and wrapped it’s self around Abby’s already transformed body but somehow made it even sexier. A black belt slithered around her waist pulling it tight pushing up her newly massive breasts and giving her an impossibly small waist. Finally the hair that caused all this in the first place crawled back towards her in it’s now two pieces and onto her head burrowing deep smothering her mousy brown hair turning it jet black. Two hair ties appeared tying them into high pigtails giving her hair a stylized crown like look.

Her mind was filled with the competing voices of the corrupted objects all vying for her attention. Her years of mental training not done in vain she command them to stop and all at once the replied with “Yes, Mistress.” Smirked with the absolute power she now wielded she rose to her feet slowly, enjoying how intoxicating it was to be her now.

“Mmmm yessss to think all those wasted years studying these wonderfully corrupt items when I could of used them to become the ultimate bitch. Once I take over this facility I’ll have even more deliciously evil objects to assimilate every week. Yessss it’s soooo good to be this bad.” She said with a cackle as she left the lab to start her evil scheme in motion.

Each item was now under her control and her control only. Where once they fought for supremacy over their host they now worked in unison, for her. Like a bee hive they were her drones and she was their Queen. Their Corrupted Queen.

If the boot fits

“Whose boots are these Frank? I found them in the back of the closet hidden. Are you cheating on me? What do you mean they’re mine? Not only is the size not right but they are not my style at all. The deep red shiny material evokes such depravity and rebellion. I would never be seen in such footwear.”

“Fine I will put them on to prove to you they aren’t mine and when I do you have to tell me who they really belong to ok? Ok here goes see my feet don’t even fit and…. How odd, they do seem to fit. Oh they fit rather snug actually. They do feel kinda of familiar and they look pretty fucking badass on me. Oh gosh excuse my potty mouth but these boots feel so right on my feet it’s like… it’s like…. Oh god what’s happening? I’m changing and it feels sooooo gooood.”

“Mmmm that was close baby, she almost found out about me, her alter ego. When I change back into your boring housewife again just convince her you bought the boots for her for the winter and then they’ll be no need to hide them anymore. The more comfortable she is with seeing them the more likely she’ll be curious to try them on. Now while I’m my better self why don’t you plow me on the stairs, I’m pretty sure it’s the last place we haven’t done it on.”

Walk Away

Every fibre of Amanda’s being was urging her to walk away and ignore the allure of the earrings that had rolled to her feet. She knew they were what made her bully Crystal the hot mean bitch that she was. She knew this because moments earlier she had seen Crystal trip over the last step on the stairs while chasing her and hit the ground hard enough for her earrings to fall off her and for her to be knocked out cold.

As soon as the earrings left her ears, Crystal’s entire body started to transform into a girl Amanda would charitably call ‘large’. But there was also something familiar about her like this. She quickly recognized her as Abby, a girl she thought had dropped out semesters ago due to people calling her Flabby. She was lucky that her clothes changed as well into an oversized outfit otherwise her body would of ripped the expensive ensemble she had been wearing.

It was clear that the earrings were the source of the change and so Amanda couldn’t help but wonder if they could do the same for her? So invasive was the thought in her mind that she picked up the earrings rather than checking to see if Abby was alright.

As she held the heavy diamond hoops her mind raced with how pretty and powerful she could become with them. An uncharacteristic smirk crossed her lips as the mental image of the mean bitch she would be came to her. Clad in tight leather and with a heaving bust she would be the bad girl she secretly had longed to be. The more she held the earrings the more age felt them beg her to wear them.

But then her conscience started to speak up. She should destroy the earrings ensuring their evil could not infect another person. Crystal’s reign of terror would be over and no one else on campus would need to suffer her or anyone’s wrath. That’s when Amanda heard Abby stirring from her unconsciousness. It’s when she had the horrible realization that Abby would stop at nothing to get the earrings back, to become Crystal again. It’s when she made her choice of what to do.

Abby just managed to lift her head soon enough to see Amanda slip her earrings into ears. Instantly Amanda moaned with orgasmic delight as her body began to change.

Bones cracked as they realigned to a give her a more pleasing figure. Muscles toned to make sure there was not an ounce of fat across her body. Her hair almost lost all its colour as it turned a brilliant platinum blonde and tied up into a high ponytail. Dark makeup adorned her now transformed gorgeous but cruel face.

Finally her clothes became tighter, smoother and darker as they became a mix of leather, latex and fur hugging her body perfectly and showing off all her assets tremendously.

Gone was the fearful and shy co-ed nerd, replaced now with a dominant and soulless bitch. Amanda took out her phone and vainly looked at her reflection with satisfied approval.

“Oh god Amanda what have you done?” Abby said getting to her feet unsteadily. Amanda for her part looked at Abby as one would an ant.

“I did the same thing you did and shed the weaker pathetic side of me and become someone else. Become someone stronger, meaner, hotter. I became Madison. I should thank you really. Not only did your idiotic fall accidentally give me the body and attitude I secretly always wanted but to see you like this, like who you really are, will remind me daily of the loser I never want to be again. In fact stand still I’m going to take a picture of you so I never forget. Fuck I’m going to need to use the wide lens for you Flabby.” Madison said with a cruel mocking laugh as she took Abby’s picture as the girl began to cry.

“Because you have given me so many wonderful gifts today I’ll give you one day without me mercilessly bullying you. So walk away now and spread the word that there is a new bitch on campus.” Madison said with her hands on her hips in an intimidating pose that made Abby scarper away quickly.

“Then again being a lying bitch is part of who I am now so get ready Abby, Madison is coming for you.” She said with a smirk on her face and a tingle in her pussy as she clopped away towards the direction Abby went in her high heed boots that would soon be pushing down on her former bully’s neck.

I saw some sky ppl draw their sky kids getting taken over by darkness and I got highly inspired!

This is Scarlet, she’s already blind from all the krill attacks she got in the past so i figured she’s the best to show off

Quite proud of this thing ngl

Mortarion

Chaos Imperal Knights

Death Guard

New Codex of Chaos Knights

Expectations/Reality

You are such a total slut! You forgot 5 years of relationship after one lousy gangbang…

I told you it wasn’t true love you stupid cunt.

Of course I know you don’t care, you are way too addicted to the way Master fucks with your mind.

You are all damaged and corrupted now, barely containing yourself from screaming, begging for my cum inside your cunt; I can feel you trying to milk my cock with your pussy.

You made me rape you, do you understand? You have a cunt, so you are guilty of being a whore, you should be grateful a real man fucks your filthy pussy.

Shut the fuck up so I can cum inside you already.

When we finish your training there won’t be anything off your actual self inside of you anymore…

I will break you completely, and then I’ll make you into the whore I want you to be… You will become nothing but a fuck puppet, a hardcore bitch without any thought but to serve me and to fuck…

And you will thank me for it.

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Lumen losing himself and getting corrupted ;A;

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