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.

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.

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.