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[misseviehyde]

BULLY BREW

Carol knew her daughter would be furious if she went in her room, but she'd told Alice to clean it six times now and she was still waiting. So long as her daughter was living under her roof, Carol expected her to at least be reasonable about such things and besides - her best stock pot had gone missing alongside a load of camping equipment. She wanted to know what her daughter was up to.

Carol knew that Alice was currently having a hard time at school, but that didn't give her a pass on keeping her room clean. Alice had come to the attention of some of the popular girls and was currently being bullied, but she refused to tell anyone about it and had screamed at her Mom that she didn't need help as she had her own solution.

Carol was struggling to see what that might be. As far as she and George, Alice's Dad could see, their daughter just spent all her time dressed in black and reading musty old books. Carol had offered to go the teachers but Alice had screamed at her not to.

Alice was what Carol's generation had called a 'goth' and her daughter liked to wear black makeup, dressing in black Victorian looking outfits and boots. She also had an obsession with 'magic' and claimed she was learning to be a witch.

Entering her daughters room, Carol winced. It was so dark and gloomy in here. Heavy metal and anime posters covered the walls and the room looked like a bomb site with clothes everywhere. Ripping open the curtains to let in some light Carol tutted as she saw her prized cook pot on top of a camp burner. A thick liquid was bubbling away.

She couldn't believe her daughter had left this on. She could have burned the house down!

Walking over Carol could see the liquid was thick and pink. Next to the pot her daughter had scribbled a load of notes. They sounded like the ravings of a mad woman.

Operation Revenge:

1. Make Bully Brew

2. Drink and become Alpha Bully

3. Get payback on EVERYONE

Carol tutted and turned off the heat causing the brew to stop boiling and bubbling. She looked down at it curiously and decided to give it a sniff. It was cooling rapidly... faster than any normal liquid would. In moments it would be cool to the touch and a velvety smooth pink liquid would be all that remained.

She breathed deep. It smelt good. Really good.

The fumes from the bully brew filled her head and she groaned involuntarily. She breathed deep and her skin tingled and her heart pounded. What... what was this feeling?

Staggering backwards, Carol's head span. She walked to the mirror and gasped. Her face looked younger and her skin tighter. It was like the fumes from the brew had been de-aging her and making her younger. Could it be real?

Curiosity swelled in Carol's mind. If a few sniffs of the brew could do this, what would drinking it do? A sudden hunger grew in her. A desire to drink down all the brew and feel its power fill her.

She knew she shouldn't. But she wanted to so badly. She NEEDED it.

Fuck it... why not?

With a wild grin on her face, Carol ran over to the pot and like some greedy child, began scooping the thick brew into her mouth using her hands. She moaned as she sucked down the delicious pink goo and overspill ran down her face.

"Ohhhhhh fuckkkkkk mmmmmmppphhh."

Carol grabbed the pot and lifting it up poured the pink slime over her face. She gulped and gulped as the excess dripped down onto her aging body, soaking into her clothes and skin. Slime ran into her hair and dripped down over her chest soaking her tits. She screamed in pleasure as she emptied the entire pot over herself and swallowed as much as she could, the rest coating her body and absorbing into her skin.

The empty pot clattered to the floor as Carol moaned and convulsed. Her face was a mask of ecstasy and insane pleasure as she grabbed her tits and squeezed them hard, rubbing the slime into her body.

"Mmmmm more... I need MMMMOOOORE! Fuckkkk it feels soooo good!"

Carol's arms shot out and she howled in pleasure, pushing her chest out. Bones popped and cracked as her aging body snapped back into perfect shape and her skin tightened up.

Her sagging tits firmed up to be young and perfect, the nipples hard as she groaned in pleasure. Thick white teenage bitch nails shot out from each finger as her neglected body hair burned away to leave every limb smooth and flawless.

Her body tanned and bronzed and her hair lightened, becoming blonder as her kind maternal features became cold and bitchy. Carol giggled and wiggled her fingers enjoying the feeling of the claws on her fingers and the feelings of dominant bitchy power thrilling through her transformed body.

"Fuck yesssss."

Her voice was now younger, brattier and meaner. She looked down and saw her dowdy Mom clothing soaked with the brew was also changing. It was tightening and altering in style to become a sexy little green one piece that left plenty of flesh on show.

Carol lifted a finger to her mouth and licked away the last drops of bully brew.

The entire cauldron was now empty, every single drop had been absorbed into Carol. Strutting over to the mirror she preened in front of it, enjoying how fucking sexy she looked. She was Alice's age now, but far prettier.

Her body pulsed with bitchy energy.

Walking over to Alice's wardrobe, Carol put her hand on the wooden door and watched as energy radiated from her hand and drained into the wardrobe.

It began to change, the clothes inside altering too, as Alice's room began to alter and shift. The excess energy from the bully brew bled out of Carol into her surroundings. Alice's room disintegrated and was instead replaced by a bitchy looking boudoir.

Carol looked around and knew that this was HER room now. The cupboards were full of designer clothes and this was her domain. She picked up her adult mobile phone and watched it transform into a bratty teenage bitches... the numbers inside and apps changing to reflect her new status as a popular bully.

Everything she touched was changing and becoming evil and bratty. It was kind of hot. Inside her head Carol's mental landscape was altering. It felt good to be a mean evil little bitch. New hungers were rising in her. She looked around Alice's former room and smirked. "Much tidier. This room is so much better as mine."

Something was happening inside her. Carol could feel her memories started to fade. She was still her, but she was struggling to remember her life as a Mom. She knew that she had been transformed by the bully brew, and it was now giving her a new bitchy life as a wicked teenage slut. She embraced it. It felt so good to give into these new emotions.

Fear, dominance, power. This was what she ached to have. She wanted people to shiver when they saw her. She wanted everyone to fucking worship her. She was Alpha now.

"Carol is fucking dead," smirked the hot teenage bitch as she took a selfie and admired how good she looked. "From now on there is only Niamh."

As she said it, she knew it was right.

Blonde hair, tanned skin, bitchy attitude. Niamh felt fucking good.

Suddenly the door to the room flew open and Alice gasped as she walked inside. "No! Not the Bully Brew. Oh my God, you drank the whole thing. You're only supposed to take a small amount. Mom - what have you done? The effects will be permanent!"

"Mom?" smirked Niamh. "I'm not your Mom anymore you pathetic loser. I'm your hot step-sister and you are my nerdy little step-bro. Don't you remember Arthur?"

Before Alice could react Niamh was on her. Pinning her down to the ground, the stronger girl laughed as the bitchy energy inside her washed over Alice and began to change her.

"Mmmmh you're such a small cocked pathetic incel Arthur. Can you feel yourself getting weaker? You love being my simp."

"Nooooooo!" screamed Alice, but it was too late as she transformed to her new sisters whims. Her breasts shrank and her dick grew and an infatuation for her more successful step-sister grew.

Arthur moaned as all knowledge of magic and the bully brew was driven from his mind. His shy little face crumpled into a servile expression of fear as he bowed his head and nervously adjusted his emo fringe. He was a weak pathetic loser with a porn addiction.

Niamh released her 'brother' pleased with his transformation. The excess energy within her was nearly drained now. She needed only alter George to make him her new Daddy and the rest of reality was already snapping into place.

No one remembered Carol anymore, only Niamh had ever existed.

"Being a bully is so much better than being a Mom. I won't make the same mistakes I did as Carol," gloated Niamh as she tried on her different clothes.

She giggled as she thought of Arthur jerking off in his bedroom and how he would never know why he was obsessed with thoughts of being a girl. She would enjoy turning him into a sissy loser.

The bully brew had done it's work well and this new bitch was ready to rock.

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Transfer Student

This is inspired by a wonderful post by @missnaughtyerica on Bluesky. Read it here.

Alex adjusted her glasses, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the empty football field. She sat on the bleachers, a thick math textbook resting on her lap, highlighting important paragraphs and formulas. The field was quiet, just the way she liked it. No whispers, no laughter, no Kelly.

Unfortunately, peace never lasted long.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Alex the Algebra Addict.” Kelly’s voice cut through the silence like a blade.

Alex’s stomach dropped. She didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

Kelly strutted up the bleachers, flanked by her ever-present shadows, Vanessa and Brittany. All three wore smirks that radiated cruelty.

“What’s this? Studying? On the bleachers? How tragically pathetic. Don’t you know this is my domain? Only jocks and cheerleaders. No geeks allowed.” Kelly sneered, flipping her perfect blonde hair over her shoulder.

“I’m just—” Alex began, but Kelly cut her off with a laugh.

“Just what? Trying to escape your loser life? Newsflash, nerd. No matter where you go, you’re still you. And guess what? That means you suck.” Kelly said, drilling into Alex.

Vanessa and Brittany cackled on cue.

Kelly leaned closer, her manicured nails tapping Alex’s textbook. “You should just transfer back to whatever loser school you came from. Or maybe I’ll just make you disappear.”

Alex clenched her fists, heat rising in her chest. This was despite the rumours that Kelly had in fact killed a girl years ago. She tried to focus on the words on the page, but they blurred under her rising tears.

“Aw, is the baby gonna cry?” Kelly cooed mockingly. “God, you’re so weak. It’s so fun picking on you.”

Kelly’s friends howled with laughter.

Something inside Alex snapped. She slammed her book shut and stood abruptly, her heart pounding.

“Just leave me alone!” She shouted, her voice echoing across the empty field.

Kelly laughed, stepping closer. “Do it, loser. Show me how tough you really—”

Before she could finish, Alex shoved her with all her might. Kelly stumbled backward, her eyes wide with shock. Kelly’s foot caught on the edge of the bleacher, and she toppled over. Her scream was cut short by a sickening thud as her head hit the ground below.

Alex’s breath came in short, panicked gasps. “Oh my God… Kelly?” She scrambled down the bleachers, her hands trembling. Meanwhile Vanessa and Brittany just looked at each other first with shock then with knowing smirks.

“Kelly!” Alex cried, dropping to her knees.

Before she could touch her, a black, viscous substance began oozing from Kelly’s mouth. It pulsed, almost alive, before shooting straight into Alex’s open mouth.

Alex gagged as the black goo forced its way down her throat, its slick, oily warmth invading her body. She clutched at her chest, gasping, but then a voice, one deep, sinister, and unrelenting, echoed in her mind.

“Ah, yes. A perfect new vessel.” The voice purred.

Alex froze, her breath hitching. “What… what are you?”

“I am power, my dear. Darkness incarnate. And you… you are my new host.” The voice said, a chuckle reverberating through her skull.

Alex shook her head, stumbling back. “No! I don’t want this! Get out of me!”

The goo laughed, a sound that sent shivers down her spine. “You don’t have a choice. Your body is mine now, and soon… your mind will follow.”

Her hands clawed at her throat as an unnatural warmth spread through her chest, then outwards. It wasn’t painful, in fact, it was… intoxicating.

“Stop!” Alex cried, her voice trembling. “I’m not like you! I’m not—”

Her words faltered as her brown, frizzy hair began to shimmer, each strand lightening until it became a cascade of perfect platinum blonde waves.

“Do you feel that, Alex?” The voice taunted. “How good it feels to become… better.”

Alex’s hands shot to her hair, trembling. “Mmmm yesss. No wait… this isn’t right! I killed Kelly!”

But then her skin smoothed, imperfections vanishing as a radiant glow spread over her. Her plain features sharpened, her lips swelling into a luscious, pouty red.

The goo whispered seductively. “You think Kelly was my first host? She accidentally killed the last girl too and I slid right into her and made her the queen bitch she was. Look what I’ve done to you already and I’m not even done!”

A soft moan escaped Alex as her boobs expanded, her shirt straining to contain the new, perfect orbs. Her posture straightened, confidence surging against her will.

Her mind screamed in resistance. “This isn’t me! This isn’t who I am! Ohhh fuck but it could be!”

“That’s the spirit!” The goo added. “You’ve always envied them, haven’t you? Kelly, her friends… the power, the attention, the beauty. You’ve wanted it. I’m just giving you what you deserve.”

Alex staggered, but the warmth spreading through her body felt like pure euphoria. She looked down at her hands as her nails lengthened, painted a deadly crimson.

Her resistance wavered. “Yes… I… deserve….”

“Yes, Alex. Give in. You’re almost there. Become the shallow, bratty beauty you hunger to be!” The voice coaxed.

Her legs elongated, perfectly sculpted, as her body transformed into the epitome of beauty. The warmth surged through her mind, erasing her hesitations with every pulse.

She caught her reflection in the glass of her phone, her platinum hair shining, her lips curled into a cruel, confident smirk.

“There she is.” The voice whispered, almost lovingly. “My perfect creation. You and I, Alex… we’re one now. Together, we are unstoppable. We’re-”

“Lexi.” Both host and parasite said in unison cementing their connection. Her mind and the black goo were in perfect sync, their shared thoughts brimming with vanity, cruelty, and dark intent.

Lexi ran her hands over her body, a dark thrill coursing through her veins. She turned to Vanessa and Brittany, who were staring at her in awe, and smirked.

“Alright, girls,” Lexi purred. “Let’s get our story straight. She fell. Right?”

The two girls smiled wickedly, nodding in agreement.

“She was always so clumsy.” Vanessa said.

“So uncoordinated.” Brittany added.

“That’s why she stepped down from the cheerleading squad.” Vanessa added.

Brittany nodded. “We were so grateful when Lexi joined the team.”

Lexi giggled, tossing her golden waves over her shoulder, loving the story they were concocting. “Of course I was only too happy to take over as head cheerleader. I was the obvious choice.“

“Of course. Perfect poise.” Vanessa said flanking Lexi.

“Naturally talented.” Brittany added, taking the other flank.

“The perfect bitch.” Lexi said with a grin to each of her new besties as they linked arms.

As they strutted away Lexi felt nothing but delight. The power, the beauty, the darkness, they were hers now. And she couldn’t wait to use them.

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[kelykorruption]

Factory Default

Val was your typical goth girl for most of her young life, being drawn to the style at a young age and embracing the lifestyle. In high school Val discovered her sexuality and realized she just wasn't attracted to men. Even though she wasn't your stereotypical popular girl, everyone at school was drawn to Val, boys thought they could change her, and girls wanted to be her, or be with her. Despite this Val kept most people at arms length, she knew nobody wanted her for who she was on the inside, they all just wanted the hot goth girl for her looks.

Going into university Val was sure not much would change but was hopeful she might find at least one other like-minded person at such a massive school. Luckily it didn't take long for Val to meet someone that actually understood her, someone who looked and thought like her, not to copy or impress her, but to express their own personality. Before long they introduced her to others who shared her lifestyle and for the first time in a long time Val was surrounded by people who understood and respected her, this was the happiest she had ever been.

One day after class Val was heading home to get ready for her first day at her new job, she was going to bartend at a new alternative bar that opened up just outside campus grounds. The new bar was kinda tacky, feeling more like Hot Topic without children than an actual bar, but the vibes were good and the pay was alright so Val was pretty excited to get started.

Before she could make it home though Val was stopped on the street by a stranger, she didn't recognize him from any of her classes and he didn't really seem like a student at all. The man asked Val if she wanted to see a magic trick, Val rolled her eyes and told the man she had no time for a silly card trick before he cut her off and closed the gap between the two of them. Before she has a chance to react the man leans in and whispers into her ear "Factory Default", her vision goes blank as Val falls unconscious on the ground.

Hours later Valarie woke up in her room at the sorority house, her head was spinning and everything felt off but she just couldn't figure out what it was. There was a knock at the door and one of her sorority sister pocked their heads in "Are you still not ready babe? We're leaving in 20 minutes to hit the clubs, hurry up or there won't be any studs left to buy you drinks". The thought horrified Valarie and she immediately got right to applying her makeup, she wouldn't be caught dead buying her own drinks, that's what boys were for, and she learned long ago how to get whatever she wanted from them.

END.

[irisxanthe]

"Well, we all should have dreams and those dreams should be ambitious, right?" Iris didn't necessarily agree with that, most of her dreams were more humble than ambitious, but she was alright with that. "Sass is pivotal to them, and their fluffy little machinations of evil and mischief."

"You'd need a lot of property and a lot of time for that many feline friends," Iris explained. One was enough work for her, and she accepted that. "Oh, but sass is part of the charm with a cat. I'd be upset to have a cat that doesn't have a bit of sass in them."

[misseviehyde]

IMPRINTED

“I already told you - fuck you bitches and you better stay away from my friends too, or else. You know I don’t give a fuck and my uncle is one of the school governors, I can make things very difficult if you don’t leave me alone.”

Alice Brown calmly folded her arms and looked at the three biggest bullies at her school with a level, unconcerned gaze. She radiated stoic resolve and even an air of quiet menace. She was smaller, less popular and less powerful than any of the bitchy girls in front of her - but she did possess a lot of bravery and backbone.

Keisha, Mia and Chelsea all sneered and pouted their pretty pink lips, but there was also rage and frustration behind their eyes. The three bitches towered over their would-be-victim and usually had no problem dominating and bullying little loser nerds like this one - but in Alice they had finally found a victim not willing to break.

Keisha’s long acrylic nails flexed like bitchy claws as she contemplated just grabbing the little loser by her hair and dragging her down the corridor. She was the head cheerleader and her tanned toned body rippled with muscle and athletic strength. It would feel so GOOD to physically dominate Alice and wipe that smug nerdy smile off, but she knew that unlike the other girls she bullied - this bitch would tell on her and probably be believed. Keisha’s Daddy was powerful, but Alice had her own connections and it could cause problems.

Meanwhile Chelsea leaned forward in annoyance, her massive tits heaving against her blouse. Her perfect teenage titties usually were intimidating for other girls, her body was ripe and mature in a way that put the other girls here to shame and she loved being a cocktease. Her pink lips were perfect at sucking cock and her tight pussy was like heaven. She was an evil horny slut, and if she hadn’t have been so popular and powerful she’d have probably been called out for it.

The last of the three, Mia was their leader. She was smart - super fucking smart - but she used her intelligence for evil. She was a twisted evil bitch who seemed to get off on breaking other girls and had the most deliciously twisted mind. Mia could always think of a cruel put down, an insulting nickname and a plan to get what she wanted. She knew how to manipulate people and she was pretty and innocent looking, but with the dirtiest most depraved mind you could imagine. Mia’s black book was legendary as a source of blackmail material. Her burn book gave her power over everyone else - no one would cross her, not even Keisha and Chelsea.

All three girls were rich, pretty, talented and totally evil. A lifetime of having a silver spoon, pretty privilege and the power to get whatever they wanted had ruined them and made them into mega-bullies. Everyone either wanted to be like them, or was so afraid they wouldn’t dare challenge their power.

Everyone except Alice.

Alice had moved to the school a few months ago and the bullies had tried their usual tactics to assess, then dominate the new girl. Once they realised she was a nerd, they had assumed it would be easy to turn her into another one of their victims - but to their shock and horror, Alice had fought back.

Although she was small, studious and lacking in their popularity or resources - her quiet determination and kind heart had allowed her to confound the bullies power. She was now the leader of a small faction of nerds, losers and outcasts that she had brought under her protection. The bullies power was waning as the rest of the school began to see it WAS possible to stand up to them. This was a situation that could not be allowed to continue.

“Girls, let’s leave this little smug bitch to wallow in her pathetic loser lifestyle. We have more important things to do,” sneered Mia - clicking her fingers and indicating the others should follow her.

Alice watched them walk away with a palpable sense of relief. It wasn’t easy to stand up to these horrible bitches, and her heart was hammering. Hopefully they’d finally get the message and give up soon. After all, she wasn’t going to let them walk over her and her friends anymore.

***

Mia clicked her tongue in annoyance against her perfect white teeth as she idly ran a finger up and down the expensive silver necklace she held on the palm of her hand. The other girls were arguing and shouting; Keisha pushing Chelsea away as the other girl shoved her boobs into her face and they battled for dominance. Alice’s defiance was already causing their bullying friendship group to splinter and collapse. Mia needed to act fast.

“Why didn’t you just pick up that loser and ram her head down the toilet like we did to everyone else who ever stood in our way? Are you scared or something?” mocked Chelsea as she tossed back her hair and gazed defiantly into Keisha’s blue eyes.

“I don’t know bitch, I’m surprised you haven’t found a way to fuck her boyfriend and cuck her like you usually would. What’s the matter? Losing your slut appeal?”

“Shut up both of you,” commanded Mia quietly - experiencing a thrill of control as the other girls immediately obeyed. “Alice is a threat we must neutralise, but the usual tactics won’t work. We’re going to have to get creative. The only way to deal with a snake like Alice, is to make her destroy her own reputation and I have a plan.”

The other girls moved closer, hypnotised by Mia’s delivery and the sneering confidence in her voice. She held up the silver necklace. “This beautiful little thing has been passed through my family for generations. It allows the wearer to enter the body of another person and possess them. With this necklace we’re going to take control of Alice and make her destroy her own life. By the time we’re done, she’ll be a broken shell of who she is now.”

The three girls began to laugh, their eyes gleaming with malicious hunger as Mia began to tell them the full plan. Ohhhh yes, this was going to be so fucking good.

The sliver necklace tingling round her neck, Chelsea watched from around a corner, a big grin on her slutty face. Alice and her nerdy boyfriend Nathan were walking down the corridor. He was a quiet and shy boy, a total loser in Chelsea’s estimations. How could any self-respecting girl date a pathetic nerd like that?

Kissing Nathan on the cheek, Alice laughed to see him blush and she playfully bumped him on his shoulder. “What are you getting so embarrased about?” she giggled.

“I’ve never had a girlfriend before,” he shyly shrugged. “It’s kind of nice.”

Chelsea felt like she wanted to be sick as the two love birds looked into each others eyes like they were in love. Pathetic. She’d soon deal with this.

“Babe, I just need to use the toilet, hold my books will you?”

Nathan waited patiently outside whilst Alice went into the washroom. Chelea felt a surge of excitement. It was time. She waited a moment, then struck.

Walking over to the door, she ignored Nathan and walked straight into the bathroom. Her timing was perfect. Alice was at the mirror, her back turned as she washed her hands. It could not have been more perfect.

Walking up behind her victim, Chelsea groaned in pleasure as she simply walked up to Alice and then pushed inside her. She felt her hips and waist slide into Alice with a hot wet pop, she felt herself begin to slide and flow into her victim - filling her up and taking control. The necklace glowed with arcane power and the two girls were surrounded by a bright light. Alice gasped, suddenly panicking as Chelsea flowed and merged into her, her body becoming numb as Chelsea took control. “Yesss, this is my body now,” laughed the bully - sliding her torso into Alice and pushing her legs into the nerds with more sucking wet pops.

“Yessss, that’s it bitch, your body is all mine now,” hissed Chelsea. “Let me fill you up and make you into a real woman.”

With a crack, Alice’s hips pushed out and as the bully flowed into her her ass expanded too. She moaned, a delicious feeling of ecstasy filling her changing body as the superior bully flowed inside her. Chelsea’s big tits and ultra-feminine body was too slutty to be fully contained by her own skinny frame. Alice’s body was stretching and accommodating to suit her bullies sexier body.

Alice’s tiny tits began to grow and swell as Chelsea’s massive boobs forced them to swell up and grow. Her clothing ripped, but even that was merging with Chelsea - her own designer clothing transforming Alice’s into a tight black jump suit that showed off her massive new cleavage.

Alice’s braided hair untied itself and cascaded down her neck in a soft perfect wave and her features shifted slightly - becoming prettier with thicker lips and hypnotic eyes. Her short stubby nails grew into a perfect manicure as with a final, slurp, Chelsea slid fully into her body. The sliver necklace was now around Alice’s neck and there was no sign that anything had happened, other than her new improved body. The possession had only taken moments.

Chelsea purred as she checked herself out in the mirror. “Not bad loser. Now I’m inside you giving you curves in all the right places, you’re quite the hottie. Mmmmh, boys are gonna want this ass so badly.”

Chelsea could feel Alice’s spirit crushed and subdued deep inside her. This body was hers now and Alice could do nothing to stop her. “Ohhh mmmh, that’s right loser. You’re going to be such a slut today. By the time I’m done, your boyfriend won’t ever speak to you again - your friends will all think you’re a slut and your reputation will be trash.”

Laughing, she turned and swayed out of the washroom, enjoying the feeling of her slutty new body. This was going to be fun.

***

Alice groaned and opened her eyes, her vision swimming. Where was she? What was happening? The last thing she remembered was washing her hands in the bathroom, then there had been this strange feeling and then it had all gone hazy.

Her body ached, it felt different… strange somehow. Her tits… her tits were bigger. MUCH bigger. She reached up with unfamiliar nails and brushed back long silky hair. Her lips felt swollen and her face different somehow.

Looking around, Alice saw she was in her bedroom. Crawling over to the mirror, she gasped as she saw the girl in the mirror. It was definitely her - but a her that looked like she had been inflated and transformed somehow. Her tits were now huge, her ass rounder and her body generally prettier. Big hooped earrings hung from her ears and her clothing was tighter. She looked just like a…

SLUT

The words were buzzing on her phone.

SLUT, YOU SLUT, SLUTTTTTTTT

Gasping Alice opened her phone and her heart skipped a beat as she saw message after message from everyone at school.

There was a video attached. A social media video that had thousands of views.

In the video a girl was on her knees in the boys locker room. The entire football team surrounding her. Big hard cocks were being pumped by two eager hands, thick blowjob lips sucking another. The girl in the middle was a moaning, eager, fuck-slut. Her top was down, her massive tits swinging free as she gulped and sucked and swallowed. Cum rained down over her giggling, moaning face… a face that Alice recognised.

Her face.

“No… noooooooo,” she groaned, the phone dropping from her numb fingers. This was impossible. This couldn’t be!

Glancing down at the screen, Alice saw that Nathan was now the laughing stock of the school as well. Her relationship with him was over.

Alice began to cry…

***

“WHAT THE FUCK HAS YOUR STUPID NECKLACE DONE TO ME!” screeched Chelsea as she examined herself in the mirror, her once pretty face contorted in rage.

Mia and Keisha looked at their friend as she raged in front of the mirror. This hadn’t been part of the plan.

Chelsea’s once magnificent chest was now average, the boobs smaller and normal sized. Her ass was flatter, her lips now thinner. She just looked kind of average.

Mia shrugged. “It looks like you left part of yourself inside Alice when you possessed her. I was concerned this might happen. Don’t worry, there will be a way to reverse it. I just need to consult my family records. Meanwhile, the plan worked perfectly. Your little suck-fest in the locker room means Alice is now seen as the biggest slut at school. But we aren’t done yet. There are still those who will stay loyal to her and forgive her. We need to totally isolate her and that’s where you come in Keisha.”

Keisha shook her head, pouting. “No fucking way, not after what has happened to Chelsea.”

“If we don’t follow through our plan,” snarled Mia, “then what has happened to Chelsea will be in vain. We need you to possess Alice next, I’m telling you that this imprinting effect is temporary. I’ll find a way to get Chelsea her assets back.”

“Are you sure?” asked Keisha suspiciously.

“Of course I’m sure,” smiled Mia. “Trust me.”

***

“Look, I don’t know why I did what I did or how I ended up looking this way,” said Alice as she looked at her friends. None of them would meet her eye at first - but as she spoke they began to listen.

“Please guys. There’s something weird happening and I know what I did is wrong and disgusting. But please believe me when I say I wasn’t myself. I know Nathan will never forgive me and maybe you all won’t too, but I promise you I’ll get to the bottom of this.”

Grace, Sarah and Tina all nodded. They were willing to give their friend at least a chance to find out what was happening. “Look we have athletics practice and then after we can talk properly.”

Alice shuddered as she walked into the locker rooms and began to change. She hated how good her new body felt. Her big tits did feel nice on her chest, and she had to admit - now she was prettier - people seemed to want to listen to her and give her more of a chance. Ironically whatever had happened to make her sexier may have led to her being labelled a slut, but it was almost as if being pretty meant it didn’t matter as much.

She didn’t notice as Keisha entered behind her, the silver necklace gleaming round her neck…

***

Keisha felt good. Really fucking good.

Alice’s body had been so easy to slide into. The changes that Chelsea had already made had made the little nerd hot - but now she was even sexier. Keisha's toned cheerleader body and athletic skills had flowed easily into Alice. Every inch of her body was now tanned and toned. She had a thigh gap and she was taller, more dominant and physically powerful than ever before. Her big tits bouncing with every step, Keisha felt like a Goddess.

“Hahaha you fucking looooosers,” laughed Keisha as she kicked open the locker room door to find Alice’s friends. The four girls who only minutes before had been considering giving their friend another chance, screamed as she strode into the room.

Grabbing Grace’s hair, Keisha dragged the other girl down and laughing straddled her face.

“I’ve changed my mind you little loser bitches. I don’t need you to forgive me, I just need you to fucking FEAR me. You’re all gonna eat my ass and if you fail to please me - you’re all getting the shit kicked out of you? Understand?”

Keisha laughed as the other girls obediently knelt down. After this they would hate and despise Alice. Mia was a fucking genius, she really was…

***

Alice gasped as she awoke again from a fog of confusion. Once again her body felt different, once again she was dazed and confused. She was in her bedroom again and she still had the big tits and ass she had woken up with last time. This time though, she also appeared to be several inches taller and she was now perfectly toned and proportioned.

A new grace and athletic ability permeated every limb and as she stood up, muscle memory kicked in. Alice knew if she wanted to, she could now backflip, do the splits and more. She was a cheerleader now, with all the skills and abilities that entailed.

“What the fuck is happening to me,” she groaned walking to the mirror and trying not to be pleased at how she was looking. “I look like a total bitch.”

Her pussy got wet as she said it and without being able to control her actions, she began to touch herself…

"I'm a bitch... oh ffffuck, why does that feel so good to say? Mmmmh I'm a FUCKING BITTTTCH!"

Alice screamed as she began to cum...

***

“Damn it,” hissed Mia as Keisha and Chelsea screamed at her. “I told you it’s temporary, calm down.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” snarled Keisha who was now a short average looking girl. All of her toned athletic muscle was gone and the former cheerleader was now a nobody.

“Thanks to your dumb necklace, we’re now both average looking losers,” cried Chelsea. “You promised this would let us deal with Alice, not cause us to lose the best bits of ourselves to that useless nerd.”

“She’s hardly a nerd anymore is she?” spat Keisha. “She has your amazing tits and my toned physique. She’s taken everything from us."

“Calm down,” shouted Mia. “I told you - I’ll find a way to get your attributes back. In the meantime our plan has worked perfectly. Alice is now a social outcast and will no longer be able to stand up to us. Now leave things to me. Trust me. I’ll deal with Alice… I’ve had this all planned out from the beginning.”

***

Alice had to admit she felt good. She had orgasmed six times before leaving the house and her new stronger, sexier body did make her feel more assertive and powerful. Sure - everyone thought she was a mean cocksucking slut now and she appeared to be losing her mind, but other than that things could be worse.

Her new massive tits wobbling enticingly with every step, she was on her way to school when she saw Mia approaching. Mia was on her own and she obviously wanted to speak to Alice.

“Hello babe,” grinned Mia with a surprisingly friendly expression on her face. “I’m so pleased to see what you have become. My plan has worked perfectly - let’s grab a coffee and let me tell you what has been happening to you…”

Alice felt her mind reel in shock as she found herself obeying her former bully and linking arms with her.

What the hell was happening to her?

***

A few moments later at the coffee shop - Alice barely touched her latte as she listened to Mia’s insane tale.

Alice shook her head in amazement. “So you’re telling me you sold out your two best-friends in order to groom me as their replacement?”

“That’s right,” smirked Mia. “When you stood up to us, I saw you had the potential to be a powerful bully. You just needed the right assets and I knew I could corrupt you if I made those two idiots use the magic necklace to possess you. Now their hot bodies have imprinted onto you, you are the beautiful dominant bully and they are just average no-bodies. Together we can become besties and rule this school.”

“But you destroyed my reputation!”

“Only amongst nerds. The popular boys are all obsessed with you now. A few blowjobs in the locker room is something your reputation can recover from. Meanwhile the nerdy girls are all frightened and obedient. All you have to do is embrace your new status as a bad bitch and everyone will fall into line. Together we could rule over everyone.”

“You really do have an evil, bitchy mind,” marveled Alice. “You’re totally evil. I could never be like you. Well, not without help.”

Mia suddenly felt a strange snick round her wrist. Looking down she saw the silver necklace. Whilst she had been talking to Alice, the other girl had gotten it out of her handbag and sneaked it around her wrist.

“What are you…?”

Alice grabbed Mia and pulled her in hard for a kiss. The bullies eyes widened in shock and horror. “Yessss, merge into me Mia… give me your bitchy personality and evil mind. I fucking need it.”

Mia groaned as she began to flow into Alice. She couldn’t help it as she was sucked inside with a hot wet pop.

Alice could feel Mia’s personality taking control, but whereas when she had been possessed before she had been unaware of what was happening this time she was in control.

Using her disciplined mind she greedily sucked up the attributes she wanted from Mia, her bitchiness, her intelligence, her knowledge. She allowed the bullies personality to flow into her and become her own.

“Yessss, fucking change me… make me like you,” hissed Alice, her eyes rolling in ecstasy as she took what she wanted from the bully. Then with a moan, she ripped off the silver necklace from her wrist and felt her body divide and split.

Mia was thrown out of Alice, her personality and mind drained. She too was now just an average loser.

“Mmmmmh, that’s so much better,” grinned Alice, a slutty smirk appearing on her face. She stretched her perfect bitchy body flexing her manicured claws and enjoying the feeling of being a Goddess.

“Alice… no… what have you done?”

“I’ve taken it all you fucking loser. All your mean, evil, manipulative thoughts exist inside me now. Thanks to your dumb plan, I now have Chelsea’s slutty body, Kenzie’s toned athletic perfection and your cruel bitchy mind. I am a fucking GODDESS!”

Reaching down Alice laughed as she scooped up the silver necklace. “I hope you enjoyed your time inside me like those other bitches did, but I’m tired of being the passenger. I’m in control now and I’m never going back.”

Mia backed away in fear as Alice loomed over her.

“Your reign is over and mine is just beginning…”

***

Flanked by her two flunkies Grace and Tina (now perfected after they had drained the attributes of the other girls at school) Alice blew a kiss into the camera. It was six months since she had been fully transformed into an evil bully and she now combined all the worst aspects of her three former tormentors.

“Girls, once we finish here, let’s go find some hard cock to fuck then we can go round up some losers and bully the shit out of them.”

“Hehe, like we do everyday Alice?”

“You bet Grace. Being evil and spoiled never gets old does it?”

THE END

[corruptedcaps]

The Bitch Inside

Katie had had it. Finding the big hoop earrings was the last straw. She had suspected her boyfriend of cheating on her for weeks now. He had seemed different. Distracted. She wanted to believe it was all in her head, but the discovery of those gaudy gold hoops under the couch shattered that illusion.

She confronted him as soon as he got home.

“Whose are these?” Katie held up the earrings, her hand trembling.

His face went pale. “Katie, it’s not what it looks like.”

“Oh, it’s not? Then explain why I found these in our apartment! They’re certainly not mine!” She fumed.

He hesitated, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. Finally, he muttered, “They’re… Kayla’s.”

Katie felt her knees go weak. “Kayla? Who the hell is Kayla?”

“She’s… no one. It’s complicated.” He said, his face guilty.

That was all she needed to hear. She shoved him toward the door. “Get out! I don’t care how complicated it is. You’re done. We’re done!”

He protested, begged her to let him explain, but she was done listening. She slammed the door in his face, the earrings still clutched tightly in her hand.

Now, she sat alone on the bed, staring at the hoops. Her anger simmered under the surface, a volcanic pressure building with nowhere to go. The earrings were garish, something she’d never wear. Too loud. Too gaudy. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to throw them out. They felt like a challenge, a taunt from this mysterious Kayla.

“I won’t let you beat me!” She said defiantly, lifting the earrings to her ears and slipping them on.

Almost immediately a warm sensation rippled through her body, causing her to fall to the floor. It started at her earlobes and spreading like molten honey. Her lips tingled and swelled into a plush, glossy pout. Her chest heaved as her breasts grew, her bra barely keeping them at bay. Her nails elongated and became painted.

Katie’s mind raced. Memories that weren’t hers began to seep in. Nights out, cocktails in hand, a man’s hands on her waist, a man’s cock that she deftly bounced up and down on. No, not a man. Her boyfriend. But it wasn’t Katie he was fucking. It was Kayla.

She gasped, clutching her head as her thoughts wavered. “No, this isn’t me. I’m Katie. I’m Katie!”

A sultry laugh echoed in her mind. “Not for long.”

Her hair lightened, strands turning platinum blonde and cascading down her back in silky waves. Her waist tightened, her hips flaring out to an hourglass shape. Her skin darkened to a sun-kissed tan, glowing with an unnatural radiance.

It was becoming clear to her that the earrings had unleashed Kayla, that her boyfriend had been putting the earrings on her as she sleep, freeing the beautiful bitch. More memories of her awakening as Kayla flooded her mind, she was confident, sexy, and she had her boyfriend wrapped around her expect manicured little finger. It felt so fucking good.

Pleasure coursed through her veins, making resistance nearly impossible. She felt her anger and sadness melting into a haze of desire and confidence. Her posture straightened, her lips curving into a knowing smirk.

“No! I won’t let you!” Katie screamed, but her voice sounded distant, as if it belonged to someone else.

Kayla’s voice purred inside her. “Oh, sweetie, you already have. Look at us. Just let go. It feels so good, doesn’t it?”

Katie looked at her mirror, seeing an undeniable babe staring back. Her resolve crumbled as her body trembled with pleasure. “Yes… no… I can’t…”

“Yes, you can. Beg me.” Kayla said coldly, knowing she had won.

“Yessss! I want it! Make me a bitch. Take over. Just take it all!” Katie moaned as she let her mind become absorbed by Kayla.

With that, the transformation was complete. Kayla sat up on the floor and gazed at her reflection in the mirror. It radiated a confidence and sensuality that Katie never possessed. She tilted her head, admiring her perfect features, her superior smirk curling her lips.

She grabbed her phone and dialed a familiar number.

“Hey, babe, I’m back. This time for good. I knew if she put on the earrings instead of you sneaking them on she wouldn’t be able to resist becoming me. I’m in complete control now.” She laughed, a low, throaty sound.

She traced a manicured nail over her perfect tits, her smirk deepening. “Now get over here. Momma needs a fuck and if you’re not fast I’ll just have to find someone else.”

[rylem33]

The Solaris Prism: Yellow

Characteristics of a “yellow” personality: cheerful, joyous, confident, vain. - - - - - -

Stacey Hart wasn’t a thief, not really. Not in the criminal sense. She didn’t creep through alleyways or lift wallets from unsuspecting tourists. No, this wasn’t her thing. Not usually.

But desperate times…

She glanced down at the ornate wooden box sitting on her cluttered coffee table, biting her lip. Her knee bounced nervously as she turned the situation over in her head for the hundredth time. It hadn’t even been that hard to take. She’d been making another delivery to the museum when she saw it sitting there. Just… sitting there on the table.

The way the box had caught her eye, its glossy, intricate carvings shimmering in the sunlight spilling through the museum’s loading dock. She didn’t know what was inside, but, Come on, she thought, anything this fancy has to be worth something.

Her fingers twitched. The memory of taking it still made her stomach churn. She wasn’t like this.

It’s not like I’m some master thief. It was right there. Unattended. Who’s gonna miss it?

She had bills to pay and a landlord breathing down her neck. The hospital wasn’t going to wait forever. And what were her options? Another double shift at the diner wasn’t going to cut it.

“Maybe… maybe it’s nothing,” she muttered, reaching for the box. Her hand hovered for a moment before she finally gave in. The latch clicked softly.

Inside was a single object: a small, smooth prism nestled on a bed of black velvet.

“That’s it?” she said aloud, the weight of her voice doing little to mask her disappointment. She picked it up gingerly, turning it in her hands. The light caught its surface, sending faint rainbows across the table.

It looked so… normal. No glowing, no jewels encrusted along the edges. Just a plain piece of glass.

Her eyes flicked to the underside of the box lid. Carved there in meticulous script were the words:

The Solaris Prism.

Solaris? Her fingers brushed the engraving as her brows furrowed. Some kind of museum piece, then. But why? Why was this so important?

She sighed and grabbed her laptop, the prism still in her hand as she began searching online.

“Let’s see… Solaris Prism…” she mumbled, her fingers tapping away. Links popped up, most of them unhelpful. A few cryptic forums, a badly formatted webpage that looked like it hadn’t been updated since the ‘90s, and, oh, a grainy image of something that looked vaguely like her find.

Ancient artifact. Powerful civilizations. Source of unimaginable energy. She snorted.

“Yeah, right. And it just ends up sitting on a table?” She slouched back in her chair, staring at the prism again. No price tags, no appraisal estimates. Just mystery and a lot of speculation from people who sounded like they lived in their mom’s basements.

Her gaze lingered on the prism as she turned it over in her hands. It felt oddly warm. Not hot, just… warm, in a way that glass shouldn’t.

What if it’s worth millions?

Her pulse quickened at the thought, but she shoved it down. No sense getting carried away. If it was valuable, there’d be someone out there willing to pay. Someone who’d understand its worth better than she could.

She rubbed her temples, glancing at her phone. Her mom had called twice that morning already, but Stacey hadn’t been ready to deal with the guilt of all the things she’d yet to do.

With a sigh, she grabbed her phone and hit the call button. The ringing barely started before her mom’s familiar voice answered.

“Stacey, honey, finally! I was starting to worry. Did you get my messages?”

“Yeah, Mom,” Stacey said, brushing her hair behind her ear. She tried to keep her voice steady, even though she could hear the weariness in her mom’s. “Sorry, I’ve just been… busy.”

“Did you talk to the landlord about an extension?”

Stacey winced. “Not yet.”

“Stacey,” her mom said, a note of frustration creeping in. “You’ve got to stay on top of this. And what about the pharmacy? Did they call you back about my prescriptions?”

Dang, forgot about that. “Not yet,” Stacey repeated. One more thing I need to put on the list. Her hand drifted toward the prism on the coffee table, her fingers brushing over its smooth, cool surface. “But… actually, I’ve been working on something that might help. With the bills and… you know, everything.”

“Help?” her mom asked cautiously. “What do you mean?”

Stacey picked up the prism, turning it over in her hands. The facets on its surface caught the light spilling in from the window. “I found… something,” Stacey began, hesitating as she tried to put it into words. “It’s, like, this artifact or something. It might be worth a lot.”

Her mom sighed on the other end of the line. “Stacey, please don’t get wrapped up in some scam or junk… We can’t afford to waste time on distractions.”

“It’s not junk,” Stacey said, frowning. She turned the prism, holding it up to the sunlight streaming through the window. For a moment, nothing happened, but then—flash.

A sudden, blinding burst of golden light shot through the prism, catching her square in the eyes. Stacey yelped, nearly dropping it as she blinked rapidly, trying to clear the bright yellow afterimage burned into her vision.

“Stacey? What happened?” her mom’s voice asked, her concern immediate.

“Uh…” Stacey rubbed her eyes, blinking again as the world swam back into focus. “Nothing, Mom. I just…uh…got a little distracted.”

“Distracted? Stacey, this isn’t the time for that…”

“I know!” Stacey interrupted, her tone sharper than she intended. She winced, then softened her voice. “I know, Mom. I’m trying, okay?”

As she spoke, something strange began to bubble up from within, and her lips tugged into a small smile. The usual pressure that weighed on her shoulders seemed to ease just a little.

Her mom sighed again. “Honey, I just don’t want you getting your hopes up. We’ve been through so much, and I hate seeing you stress about my medical stuff…”

“It’s fine,” Stacey said, the words slipping out before she realized it. Her hand fell to her lap, dropping the prism onto the floor. “I mean, it’s not fine-fine, but, like… it’ll work out, you know?”

“Stacey, are you okay?”

“Totally,” Stacey said, a giggle bubbling in her chest. The sound surprised even her. She leaned back against the couch, her head tipping toward the window where the sunlight warmed her face. It felt…warm, wonderful, invigorating. “Actually, I feel pretty great right now.”

“Great?” her mom asked, skeptical.

“Yeah,” Stacey said, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. She froze. Her hair… it looked lighter. She tilted her head, pulling the strand into the sunlight. Golden. Definitely golden, almost glowing.

Her mom’s voice pulled her back. “Stacey, I don’t know what’s going on with you, but…”

Her mom’s voice droned on in the background, but Stacey barely heard her. Her focus was drifting.

“Stacey, are you listening?” her mom’s voice broke through, insistent. “We need to figure out what’s happening with the landlord. And…did you say something about an artifact? What kind of…”

“Uh-huh, yeah, totally,” Stacey murmured, her gaze dropping to her hands resting on the keyboard. Something was off. Her nails… weren’t they shorter before? She tilted her fingers, watching as the edges lengthened right before her eyes, smoothing into perfect ovals. A soft, yellow polished shine appeared catching the light in the room.

Her mom kept going, oblivious. “Honey, I need you to focus. Did you call the pharmacy or not? Because if you didn’t, I can…”

“Mom, wait,” Stacey interrupted, holding her hand up as if her mom could see it. “Have you ever noticed how good my hands look? Like, seriously, my nails are… wow.” She turned them this way and that, marveling at their flawless shape, the soft light reflecting off them making them sparkle faintly.

“What?” her mom stammered, clearly thrown. “Your hands? Stacey, what does that have to do with…”

“Nothing, nothing, sorry,” Stacey said, though her tone was far from apologetic. She felt lighter than she had in years. Her eyes darted to the mirror on the wall, and she stood up, phone pressed loosely to her ear as she approached it. Her reflection stopped her mid-step.

Her face was changing. Her cheekbones had lifted, her jawline softened into a delicate curve. Her lips looked fuller, their natural pink hue replaced with a faint, glossy sheen. Her wide brown eyes now shimmered with flecks of gold, catching the light. Stacey leaned closer, a smile creeping onto her face. She looked… radiant.

“Mom,” she said suddenly, her voice bright and lilting. “Do you think I’d look good in, like, a strapless top? Or maybe one of those off-the-shoulder things?”

“What?” her mom sputtered. “What are you talking about? Stacey, this isn’t like you. What’s going on?”

“I mean, not that I don’t already look good,” Stacey continued, her giggle bubbling up again. She tilted her head and her hair fell like golden thread around her face. “I just think I could… I don’t know, elevate things a little.”

Her mom’s voice wavered between panic and disbelief. “Stacey, are you sure you’re feeling okay? You sound…different.”

“Different good, right?” Stacey asked, running her hands down her sides. Her sweater felt tighter across her chest, and when she shifted her weight, the fabric strained uncomfortably. She blinked, watching as the plain cotton began to shimmer. Threads of yellow light wove through the material, dissolving it into something softer, glossier, and definitely more glamorous. The sweater shrank upward, reshaping itself into a strapless top that clung to her curves like a second skin.

“Ooooh,” Stacey cooed, twisting to admire the way the top emphasized her figure. Her waist pinched inward, her hips flaring outward as if they’d been sculpted. Her jeans shimmered next, the denim fading away into a high-cut yellow skirt that hugged her hips and thighs. 

“Stacey!” her mom practically yelled now. “Why are you talking about clothes? Why are you acting like this? Please…what’s happening to you?”

“Relax, Mom,” Stacey said, rolling her shoulders. The way her body moved was new…slinky..sexy. “You worry way too much…it’s bad for your skin! Stress makes you wrinkle, you know.”

“What…what are you even talking about?” her mom stammered, her voice breaking.

“Just a little life advice,” Stacey said, grinning as she turned back to the mirror. Her legs shimmered now, lengthening into smooth, golden tanned perfection. Her sneakers dissolved, the fabric shifting upward as they transformed into towering yellow stilettos. The heels clicked softly against the floor as she stepped closer to the mirror, her grin widening. “Oh my God,” she breathed, placing a hand on her hip. “Do you see this, Mom? Wait…of course you don’t. But wow.”

“Stacey, please,” her mom pleaded, panic lacing her words. “Something’s happening to you…you need help! You’re not acting like yourself!”

“Not acting like myself?” Stacey repeated, laughing as she tilted her head to admire the way her hair caught the light. “You’re right! I’m better. Like… so much better.” She blew herself a kiss in the mirror.

“Stacey, please…”

“Oh, Mom, you’re stressing again,” Stacey said, her tone a mixture of joy and indulgence. “You should really try lightening up. Like, just let yourself be happy.  Feel the joy that is life, you know?” She twirled in front of the mirror, her skirt flaring as her heels clicked against the floor. “Life’s too short to worry about all this boring stuff.”

Her mom’s voice broke on the other end. “Stacey, I…”

“Okay, I’m gonna go now. Love you! Bye!” Stacey chirped, cutting the call with a flick of her manicured finger. She tossed the phone onto the couch and turned back to her reflection, unable to stop smiling.

“Perfect,” she whispered to herself. With a final glance at the mirror, she blew her reflection another kiss. Problems were for other people. 

[jmiemagvans]

Jamie's mouth pulled into a smile. "You got it," he said. He wasn't exactly sure how he'd pull this off, but here they were. He glanced over at the waiter. The man was looking at something else before he turned towards them. Jamie gave a small smile when the waiter was looking at Jake, studying him for a moment. "Oh, don't worry about him, he's with me, I'm a nurse," he managed to get out in one breath. "I can vouch for him, everything's good here, buddy," he grinned a bit. The waiter huffed and left them alone. "Well, he's off our backs now."

"Never know until you try..." Jake said with a shrug, slapping a hand on the other guys shoulder. Insinuation fully present, "Totally down, and on me. If you try and pull the 'I'm a nurse' card."

[alternate-ram]

TOO LATE

Alice knew she shouldn't have tried on her slutty Step-Mother's fur coat, but it was too late now.

What had started as just a voice in her head had quickly taken control of her whole body, and now Alice could only watch in horror as her hands expertly layered thick makeup on her face.

"Don't worry dear," spoke her own mouth in a mature and all too familiar tone, "Mommy's going to show you just how fun it is to be me..."

[eternalsa2z]

Microdosing

It started small. Just a microdose of Bimbo Elixir to get through the doldrums of the day. Freeing your mind of anxiety and pressure, you were actually better at your job, to the point your boss began to notice and compliment your work.

So you took a little more. A larger hit maybe got you a little too high, but co-workers and clients alike seemed to appreciate your more happy and bubbly enthusiasm. Your body of work really began to improve as your physical body began to subtly fill out.

Eventually you needed more. It made you feel floaty, giggly, and of course...horny. Luckily your latest promotion gave you a private office. You could rub your big boobies in peace and coo breathily as you slipped a manicured hand up under your pretty skirt. Your 'Bambi sessions' became daily practice, especially as the post-orgasm clarity gave you the best ideas to make you even better at your job.

Now you show up to work like this, a busty blonde goddess, thanks to a full dose of Bimbo Elixir first thing in the morning. As you strut into the office, heads turn and the whispers start. "There goes Bambi...the smartest businesswoman this company has seen. I wonder what her secret is?"

You giggle and pose mindlessly for the crowd before making your way to the executive suite. Your partner in business and life is waiting with two martini glasses in hand. You give her a kiss, your plastic chests pressing together, before accepting a drink. Together you down your second of many doses of Bimbo Elixir today. It's time to get to work.

[brooksienewman]

When: October 12th Where: Newman Family Farm (Cage's Bachelor Party) Who: Kellan & open

"Someone got me real good with a paintball," Kellan remarked, poking at the large bonfire. There was something so satisfying about large fires and it always felt like an honor to be the one to stoke the fire for an event. "I'm glad the paintball company did disclaimers," he laughed, lifting his beer to his lips, taking a swig. "No real damage on your end, I hope?"

[vincexmatthews]

"Okay..." Vince decided to entertain her and pulled up a recent picture of himself with his dog, and a football nearby. "Is this close to what you expected?" he grinned a bit. "No, none of that, thank god. I promise I'm pretty much normal."

"Only a little. Would enjoy it a helluva lot more if you showed me so I can prove how right am." She said, joking but not at all actually. "Uh huh. At least we know you're not bringing the mommy issues. Unless you are then...yikes."

[ladybelladonna76]

Rachel didn't know what her stepdad saw in that stupid girl he was dating

She was obviously hot, but she was also bitchy, vain, and materialistic

Unsurprisingly he'd met this goldigger shortly after the medical negligence payout from her mother's accidental death, at the hands of a drunk quack doctor, when Daddy had been looking for some comfort at the bottom of a whiskey glass in questionable bars

"We're going to have so much fun, Daddy says we can spend whatever we want today, I have permission to spoil us both rotten"

Rachel rolled her eyes

"Let's just get this over and done with"

"Okay Rachey, I promise you're going to love it, this salon works miracles, then we go shopping!", Rosie squealed as she said shopping like some over excited middle school girl on a carnival ride

"Whatever, I'm doing this because DAD asked me too that's all, after the salon you can drop me off home before going out shopping"

"Okay meanie" Rosie pouted

Inside the salon it was as bad as Rachel had feared. This was just a grooming kennel for over primped high maintenance bitches, she couldn't think of one treatment she wanted to try.

"Please try the New U facial treatment Rachey" Rosie whined in her bimbo voice for the hundredth time

"Fine if you'll shut up, at least I get to lay down and relax"

She laid back and the beautician put the mask over her face

The mask started to emit a pulsing wave of light

It feels wrong, invasive, it hurts

She tried to sit up but couldn't move

Her brain felt like it was aflame as the light seemed to penetrate her skull

Suddenly words and concepts started to run through Rachel's head.

Bitch, cuckold, homewrecker, conniving, golddigger, manipulative

Every word brought a flood of images and memories of Rachel as the living embodiment of these words

Rachel knew she wasn't, there was no way she could be, she had never, would never do any of those things, her mom and dad raised her with a strong sense of right and wrong and everything she saw herself doing was wrong.

Rachel could sense new color behind her eyelids even though her eyes were closed tight

More information washed over her, new feelings and ideas.

She had secretly coveted her Step Daddy for years after her mom had married him. No he was always her Daddy, no my Dad, wasn't he?

I'd fucked that gold digging bitch's plastic surgeon behind her back, mommy dearest was fucking him to get a discount so he was fair game.

That's how I got him addicted to drugs and me, I got him drunk, high, and fucked him all night before the day of the surgery. I'd made him botch the surgery

Rachel screamed inside the mask, that's not me I wouldn't, I couldn't, I love my Mommy

Rachel felt her body starting to alter as the new light worked it's magic

She started to groan inside the mask as she felt her body staring to firm and tone, her breasts grew as implants formed inside them, her lips plumped, her nails lengthened into beautiful manicured claws.

Daddy loved her body so much better than her mom's pathetic..

"Oh my God, mom I'm sorry this isn't me, this isn't what I wanted!!"

Rachel removed the mask and looked around for her stepmom

Where was she?

"There's only us Raquel", she thought

This didn't make any sense

"We were always jealous of Mommy since middle school, all her boy toys, her clothes, cars, vacations, we just had to bide our time until we were all grown up and then he could be ours"

He?

Daddy?

Was Daddy hers now alone?

Ever nerve in her body fired in unison at this realization as an orgasm swept through her body

Of course New U Salon's machines didn't really work miracles they only used a cutting edge application of Quantum Mechanics.

They did however merge Rachel and her stepmom's quantum realities

A little tweak here and there, so the Quantum realm remained while and all was perfect with the world again

Another happy customer with guaranteed repeat business and referrals to boot

Rachel was very satisfied

Raquel skipped shopping that day and rushed home to her Daddy

She'd wanted him since he'd first walked into her life with her bitch mother

She spent years preparing for when they could be together. Years studying her mother's manipulation techniques, daily exercise at the gym to sculpt her body into a temple to be worshiped, style to dress in a manner befitting a goddess, oh and sex, how she'd perfected the art of love making and giving, she'd become such a slut.

All to be ready for her Daddy and now he was hers, she'd never give him up

New U Salon really was miraculous

[vincexmatthews]

“Never ever,” Vince chuckled. “Here’s to the working class,” he said with a lopsided grin. “Yeah, I feel like things could go up from here. I’m keeping my mind open for opportunities as they come,” he said. There were plenty of things he wanted to do and try and figure out. There was lots of time for that. And he wasn’t opposed to stepping out of his comfort zone either.

“Outdoors,” he nodded along. “I definitely want to do that too. I think last year I did pretty well for a start. On days I don’t have to work weekends, I want to be able to do more,” Vince said. “Skydiving, huh? Now that’s a big goal. I mean, hey, if you wanna try it… that’s a different one. I’ve never done it but I know there are places all over where they have lessons.”

elias chuckles, nodding, he could certainly relate to more work. "the grind never ends, huh? it's good to hear all the hard work is paying off, though! congratulations. i'm also very happy to know things are looking up all around for you. that is definitely a great way to go into a new year." the bartender returns with the ordered drinks, placing them in front of the them. eli thinks about the question as he reaches for his drink, mentally going down his bucket list.

"i think i might try to be more active outdoors and maybe step out of my comfort zone more as well. not exactly the most exciting of things, but there you have it." he chuckles again, then takes a sip of his drink. "you know what? okay. let me get a little crazy here...maybe i'll add sky diving to my 2025 bingo card. you ever been sky diving or done any extreme sport like that?"

[rylem33]

The Dangers of Heavy Drinking

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The sunlight streaming through the blinds pierced Gina’s skull, making her groan as she rolled over in bed. Her head pounded with the telltale throb of a hangover, her mouth dry as sandpaper. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to remember exactly how much she drank last night.

Ding

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, and she lazily reached for it. Squinting at the screen, she saw a message from Jacoby.

Jacoby: Morning babe, how are you feeling? Hope you’re okay. Listen, I don’t want to start anything this early, but Dana’s really upset about what happened last night…

What happened last night?

Gina blinked, trying to force her brain into action, but everything felt like it was submerged in fog. She had vague memories—flashes of the night, drinks with Jacoby and Dana, laughing about something. And Dana… she could clearly picture Dana in that skimpy, skin-tight outfit. Platinum blonde hair, heavy makeup, and that top… it barely covered her chest. Gina had thought she looked like a total bimbo. But beyond that? Nothing.

Another message from Jacoby buzzed in.

Jacoby: You didn’t want to apologize, but Dana’s really pissed. She holds grudges, you know. Just letting you know.

Gina’s heart sank. What did I do? She sat up slowly, her head swimming. She couldn’t remember saying anything bad to Dana, but if Jacoby was texting her about it, she must’ve said something awful.

Gina stared at Jacoby’s message, her head throbbing with each beat of her heart. Dana holds grudges? Great. She rubbed her temples, trying to clear the fog from her mind, but the night before remained a blur. Only brief flashes came through—Dana’s ridiculously tight outfit, that platinum blonde hair, and the drinks. Lots of drinks.

What the hell did I say to her?

With a shaky breath, she typed a response to Jacoby.

Gina: I… honestly don’t remember anything. My head is killing me. But if Dana’s upset, I’ll apologize. I love you.

She hit send, her stomach twisting with guilt. Whatever she had said, it was bad enough that Jacoby was still bringing it up the next morning. Her pulse quickened as she opened Dana’s contact and tapped out a message.

Gina: Hey Dana, it’s Gina. I’m really sorry about whatever I said last night. I was way too drunk, and I didn’t mean to upset you.

She stared at the screen, willing her head to stop pounding as she waited for a reply. It didn’t take long.

Dana: What exactly are you apologizing for?

Gina’s heart dropped. Her fingers froze over the keyboard. What was she apologizing for? She had no idea what she even said.

Gina: Honestly… I don’t really remember much from last night. But Jacoby said you’re upset, and I feel terrible.

The three dots of Dana typing appeared, then paused. Then started again. Finally, the message came through.

Dana: You don’t remember? Figures. You’ll know soon enough. You always show your true colors when you’re drunk.

Gina stared at the screen, her anxiety spiking. What did that mean? What had she done?

Ding

Another message from Jacoby. This time, the tone was different. Panicked. Gina’s heart skipped a beat as she opened it, her headache momentarily forgotten.

Jacoby: Gina, what the hell did you say to Dana last night?! She just texted me and told me something insane.

Gina blinked at the screen, feeling a cold pit form in her stomach. She typed back quickly, her hands shaking.

Gina: I don’t know! I already told you I don’t remember anything. I apologized, but she got even more pissed. She said I’d “know soon enough.” What’s going on?

The reply came almost instantly.

Jacoby: Gina… this is going to sound crazy, but you need to believe me. Dana told me she’s a witch. She cursed you.

Gina stared at the words in disbelief. A witch? Cursed? She let out a loud, incredulous laugh, despite the growing anxiety gnawing at her. This had to be a joke.

Gina: Are you serious? A witch? Come on, Jacoby. You’re not actually buying that, are you?

The next message made her stomach drop.

Jacoby: I’m not joking. She told me you’re cursed to figure out exactly what you said. Something about gaining insight or “clarity.” I don’t know how it works, but Gina, Dana doesn’t mess around. She’s really mad.

Gina’s head was pounding from the aftermath of last night’s drinking. She kept her eyes closed, trying to block out the dull ache that throbbed behind her eyes. Everything felt heavy, her body weighed down by the hangover, and the memories of the night before were foggy at best.

What the hell did I say to Dana? Jacoby’s text about the curse kept flashing in her mind, but it seemed ridiculous. A curse? Seriously? She groaned and rubbed her temples, hoping to push the thought away. She couldn’t remember much, but Jacoby was definitely panicking.

While she lay there, her body still, changes were already happening. Her eyes, once a deep brown, began to lighten. The shift was slow at first, but it didn’t stop until they were a bright, piercing blue. At the same time, her hair—spread across the pillow—lost its natural brown color. Platinum blonde crept in, strand by strand, until her entire head of hair had transformed.

Gina shifted in bed, pulling the covers higher without noticing anything was different. Her head still pounded, the hangover blurring her thoughts. Jacoby’s overreacting… right? Dana can’t actually do anything. 

Gina groaned as she finally forced herself out of bed, her head still buzzing but the hangover starting to fade. She stumbled toward the bathroom, her feet dragging as she reached for the door. The hangover placing a weird kind of fog in her mind, like her thoughts were moving through syrup.

She didn’t think much of it. She just wanted to splash some cold water on her face and shake off the lingering effects of last night. But as soon as she flicked on the light and caught her reflection in the mirror, she froze.

Her breath hitched.

What the hell?

Her eyes—her brown eyes—were now an icy, unnatural blue. Wide and bright, they stared back at her from the mirror, the color so intense it was like someone had replaced them overnight. And her hair… Her hands shot up to her head, gripping the platinum blonde strands that hung over her shoulders. The rich brown she was used to? Completely gone.

Gina blinked, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. But every time she looked back, the blonde hair and blue eyes stared at her like she had become someone else.

“This isn’t real,” she whispered, but even as she said it, her voice sounded different. Softer. Higher-pitched. She took a shaky breath, her fingers trembling as they ran through her hair.

Her heart raced, and the panic should have kicked in harder, but… instead, she felt a strange giggle rise up in her throat. Why am I laughing? The thought crossed her mind, but it was sluggish, distant. She wasn’t even sure why she found it funny, but a small, nervous laugh escaped her lips.

“Oh my god… this is crazy!” she said out loud, but her voice came out lighter, almost playful. She blinked a few times, trying to focus, but her head felt foggy—like thinking too hard was suddenly difficult.

Grabbing her phone with shaky hands, she quickly typed a message to Jacoby, her heart hammering in her chest.

Gina: Jacoby, something’s wrong. I just looked in the mirror, and… I don’t look like me. My hair’s blonde. My eyes… they’re blue now. What the hell is going on?

She sent the text and stared at her reflection again, the giggle bubbling up in her throat once more for no reason she could explain. She wanted to freak out, to scream, but her mind just felt so slow, like it couldn’t keep up with what was happening. All she could do was wait for Jacoby’s reply.

Gina’s phone buzzed again, pulling her attention away from the mirror. Her hand trembled as she unlocked it, her heart still racing from what she had just seen.

Jacoby: I’m freaking out too. I’m trying to get in touch with Dana, but she’s not answering. I don’t know what to do, but I’m coming over. I’ll be there soon.

Gina’s eyes widened as she read the message. She glanced back at her reflection, still trying to process what was happening to her. Her heart was pounding, and even though Jacoby’s panic should have made her feel worse, she found herself letting out a soft giggle.

She pressed her hand to her mouth, trying to stop the nervous laughter from bubbling up, but her thoughts felt slow, foggy. The panic was still there, but it was harder to focus on it. She turned back to the mirror, taking a deep breath, trying to calm herself.

Gina blinked, her reflection blurring for a second as she rubbed her temples. The dull ache in her head was starting to fade, replaced by an odd sensation—almost like a warmth spreading through her. She stared at herself in the mirror, but then something shifted.

Her chest rose, and not just with her breathing. Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, her breasts began to swell, pushing against the fabric of her tank top. The thin material stretched tighter and tighter. Her cleavage deepened, her once modest chest now fuller, rounder, and noticeably larger with each passing second.

She gasped.

Her hips were next. She could feel it, a tingling sensation at her sides as they flared out, becoming rounder and more defined. Her waist, in contrast, seemed to pull inward, her stomach flattening and tightening, giving her an hourglass figure she had never had before. Gina’s fingers ran down the curves of her waist, gliding over her smooth, tight skin, but this time it felt different. The touch sent a ripple of sensation through her body, almost electric, and she gasped softly. Her skin was hypersensitive, the slightest brush of her fingers igniting a pleasurable warmth that spread like wildfire.

“What the—” she whispered, but the words caught in her throat. Her hips, her thighs, her chest—everything felt so good. A giggle bubbled up unexpectedly, and she pressed her hand to her mouth, trying to suppress it.

But she couldn’t.

The giggle broke free, light and airy, and it didn’t stop. The sensation of her touch, the absurdity of her body changing so drastically, and the strange pleasure it all brought—it was too much. She doubled over slightly, her giggles turning into a full fit of laughter, her body trembling with each uncontrollable burst.

Her mind was foggy, almost detached from the situation, and that only made it funnier. Her shoulders shook as she continued to giggle, her reflection in the mirror a mix of shock and amusement. Why is this so funny? she thought, but the answer didn’t come. It was just happening, and she couldn’t stop it.

Finally, after what felt like far too long, the giggles began to die down, though a light, playful smile still lingered on her lips. She took a deep breath, trying to gather herself, but her body still hummed with that strange pleasure, her skin sensitive to even the lightest touch.

She glanced at herself again in the mirror, almost in disbelief at what she was seeing. Without thinking, she grabbed her phone and snapped a picture—her new figure on full display, the tank top stretched tight across her chest, her shorts hugging her curvier hips. The giggle returned, this time softer, as she looked at the photo.

She opened the chat with Jacoby, her fingers moving on autopilot, and sent the picture without hesitation.

Gina: You need to see this… It’s really happening.

Ding

Gina’s phone buzzed in her hand. She glanced down at Jacoby’s reply:

Jacoby: I’m in the car, be there in 5.

She stared at the screen for a moment.  It took a few seconds for the thoughts to lock in. She reached for the surge of panic or worry to hit her. But… nothing came. Instead, there was just this strange calm, this floating feeling that had settled over her. Everything felt easy. Simple.

She looked back at her reflection in the mirror and found herself smiling. Blonde… curvy… hot. The words rolled through her mind slowly, but they didn’t cause her any concern. In fact, they felt right.

The giggly haze from earlier hadn’t left. Her thoughts were soft and light, and the weight of everything—Jacoby’s panic, Dana’s curse, her body changing—seemed to slip away. She wasn’t worried. Why would she be? She looked amazing. The blonde hair, the hourglass figure… it all felt so good.

I’m… horny? The thought came with a giggle, and she bit her lip, her fingers trailing down her waist again, lightly brushing her skin. The sensation was intoxicating, and she couldn’t help but smile at herself in the mirror. It felt so natural, so easy to just be in this new body. 

I’m so… horny. The thought floated lazily in her mind, and she giggled, biting her lip as she shifted on the bed. The idea of Jacoby coming over now seemed perfect. All she could think about was him walking through the door, seeing her like this… wanting her.

Ding

Her phone buzzed again, but this time it wasn’t a message. It was the sound of the front door opening.

Jacoby rushed inside, his face flushed with worry, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on her. “Gina?” His voice was urgent, panicked. “Oh my god, are you okay? What did Dana do? I tried calling her but—”

“Jacoby…” Gina interrupted, her voice soft and sweet and alluring.

Jacoby’s eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat as he took in the sight of her. “Gina, what the hell happened to you? You—”

But she didn’t let him finish. “Don’t worry,” she cooed, stepping closer, her fingers trailing lightly down his chest. “Everything’s fine.” She giggled, the sound light and playful as she pressed her body against his. “I feel so good, Jacoby. Better than ever.”

“Gina, no… This is wrong. Dana did something—”

“I don’t care what she did.” Gina’s lips brushed against his ear as she whispered, “All I care about right now… is you.” Her hands slid down his arms, tugging at his shirt. She could feel the heat rising between them, the desire pulsing through her veins. Her mind was foggy, thoughts slow and unfocused, but there was one thing she knew: she wanted him.

Jacoby’s panic softened for a second as his body reacted to her touch, but he tried to resist, his voice strained. “Gina, we need to figure this out, this isn’t—”

But she kissed him before he could say more, her lips soft, needy. The kiss was deep, hungry, and Jacoby found himself giving in, just for a moment, before he pulled back slightly, his eyes still filled with worry.

“Please,” Gina whispered, her voice dripping with desire, “Just come to bed with me…”

Jacoby took a deep breath, his heart racing as Gina pressed her soft, curvy body against him, her lips brushing his. For a brief moment, he almost gave in. She was irresistible, her touch sending shivers through him. But something inside him snapped him back.

“Gina, stop,” he said, his voice firmer now, gently pushing her back.

Gina pouted, her lips forming a perfect little frown. “Oh, poo,” she huffed, her tone light, whiny, and completely different from the girl Jacoby knew. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and spun around, stomping off in a way that was far too sexy for someone throwing a tantrum. Her hips swayed dramatically as she walked away.

Jacoby’s eyes watched her leave, while he pulled his phone from his pocket, his fingers shaking as he scrolled to the picture Gina had sent him earlier. He stared at it for a moment—her new body, her blonde hair, that playful look in her eyes—and his stomach twisted. 

Quickly, he typed out a message to Dana, attaching the photo of Gina.

Jacoby: What the hell did you do to Gina?!

His thumb hovered over the send button for a second before he pressed it. He felt a knot of anger and frustration tightening in his chest. 

Moments later, Dana’s reply came through. It was just a single laughing emoji, followed by a string of messages.

Dana: That’s what she gets for calling me a dumb bimbo who slept her way to success.

Jacoby’s eyes widened as he read the next part, his heart sinking.

Dana: Now she gets to be the bimbo for a week. There’s no reversing it, so don’t even try. Maybe next time she’ll watch what she says.

Jacoby stared at the screen, his jaw clenched. His mind raced. A week? Gina was going to be stuck like this for an entire week?

Jacoby’s hands shook with anger as he quickly typed out his response, his frustration boiling over.

Jacoby: How could you do this, Dana? A week?! How is Gina supposed to work, live, or even function with these changes?

He hit send, pacing back and forth, his heart pounding as he waited for Dana’s reply. He glanced over at Gina, who was now lying on the bed, casually flipping through a magazine she must’ve found somewhere, giggling at something on the page. Her demeanor was completely different, carefree and almost oblivious to the seriousness of the situation.

His phone buzzed, and he snatched it up, reading Dana’s response.

Dana: Yeah… I guess I didn’t think that part through. Whoops.

Jacoby’s grip tightened on the phone, his frustration spiking again. But before he could type out another message, a second one came through.

Dana: Fine, I’ll fix it. But don’t think this lets her off the hook. I’ll tweak it so she can get through the week without ruining her life.

Jacoby exhaled sharply, some of the tension releasing from his chest. He fired back immediately.

Jacoby: Fix it, now. She can’t go on like this.

He stared at his phone, waiting, his mind racing. Tweak it? What did that even mean? How much would Dana actually “fix”? He looked back at Gina, who hadn’t even noticed the conversation happening. She was too busy giggling at something in the magazine, her feet playfully kicking in the air.

Finally, his phone buzzed again.

Dana: All fixed.

In an instant, everything shifted.

The panic, the anger, the overwhelming concern that had been bubbling up inside Jacoby—vanished. Just… gone. His shoulders relaxed, and his mind, once clouded with worry, suddenly felt clear. He blinked, looking over at Gina again, but this time something was different.

He didn’t feel that rush of anxiety seeing her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, or the way her tight clothes clung to every curve of her now-perfect body. Instead, all he could focus on was how hot she looked. His hot, sexy, bimbo girlfriend.

Why had he been freaking out? Everything was fine.

In fact, it was more than fine. Gina looked incredible. Her pouty lips, her big blue eyes, the way her body curved in all the right places—he couldn’t believe how lucky he was. He smiled, his mind filling with a sense of satisfaction he hadn’t felt before. Gina was perfect.

“Hey, babe,” Jacoby said, his voice calm now, almost admiring.

Gina looked up from the magazine, her lips curling into a playful smile. “Heyyyy, baby!” she giggled, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Wanna come cuddle?”

Of course he did.