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Turn Coat: Part three

Read part one here

Read part two here

Mallory was determined to fix not just Tina but the rest of the girls Tina had infected. She knew that the coats had to be coming from Vivian, after all she was the one who gave Tina the coat in the first place. So gathering up what little courage she had, Mallory snuck into Vivian's house on a night she knew she would be out. She had to find something, anything, that would let her end the nightmare she was in.

She and Tina had crept into the house numerous times before to avoid interacting with Vivian so it was a snap to do it now but without her best friend by her side, the mansion felt even more cold and ominous.

Sneaking up the stairs, Mallory was aware of every door creak and every footstep she made. Each one felt like she was hitting a giant cacophonous gong. Finally she reached her destination of Vivian's room and slipped in.

The room was expectedly elegant with a four poster bed and modern sleek furniture abound. She headed straight to the closet, hoping against hope that either Vivian or Valentina's coat were inside but finding a sight much worse.

The walk-in closet housed many expensive and luxiourous pieces of clothing, shoes and jewelry but what was most impressive and most alarming to Mallory was the wall that contained a plethora of fur coats hanging up.

Each one was labeled with a word. Bitch. Gold Digger. MILF. The labels went on. They meant something Mallory just knew it. Before she could ponder further she suddenly heard voices from downstairs and they were getting louder.

Mallory closed the doors to the walk-in just enough to allow her to spy through. Her heart pounded in her chest as the voices grew closer and a chill went down her spine as she recognised them.

"I told you already no! You have enough." Vivian said as she burst into her bedroom, rolling her eyes as Valentina strode in behind her, a vision of bitchy perfection.

“You’re being ridiculous, mother.” Valentina sneered, her voice echoing through the opulent bedroom. “We have the power to turn every girl on this campus into one of us. We could have an army. Why settle for this?!”

Mallory’s eyes widened as she peeked through the small slit in the door. Vivian stood with her arms crossed, her expression a mixture of annoyance and disdain.

“You have enough, Valentina.” Vivian snapped, her voice cutting like a knife. “You’ve turned the sorority into your personal queendom, fucked every man on campus, blackmailed every professor to ensure your future. When will enough be enough?”

Valentina whirled around, her crimson lips curling into a sneer. “Enough? You think this is enough? We could rule this city, this world, if you weren’t so afraid to take risks. You’re pathetic. I should be wearing that coat not you.”

Vivian’s eyes narrowed, and she raised her hand sharply. As she did, Mallory watched as Valentina’s coat suddenly tightened around her, constricting like a living thing. It seemed to be following Vivian's hand. Vivian started to squeeze her hand and Valentina gasped, her hands clawing at the fur as it squeezed the air from her lungs.

“You forget who gave you that power and who can take it away.” Vivian said coldly as Valentina collapsed onto the nearby bed, unconscious. Vivian sighed, running a hand through her daughters platinum hair. “I never should have given you the ‘Ruthless Brat’ coat. You’re too much to handle.”

Vivian approached the bed and began to peel the coat off Valentina’s limp body. The fur seemed to resist at first, clinging to Valentina like it didn’t want to let go, but Vivian was relentless. Once the coat was off, Vivian held it up, her expression unreadable.

Then, to Mallory’s shock, Vivian pressed the coat against her own, and the two furs seemed to merge, the coat dissolving into Vivian’s like it was being absorbed. Vivian groaned softly, her body shuddering as if the act gave her pleasure. It was only then that Valentina’s body rippled and changed back to Tina.

"Now what should we give you instead? I still need you to be a bitchy princess but can't have you trying to replace me now can I?" Vivian said thinking out loud. "Let's see what I have on hand."

Vivian made a turn towards the closet so fast that Mallory didn't have time to react. As Vivian threw open the doors, Mallory tumbled backwards into the closet. Vivian eyes narrowed as she recognized the intruder.

“Mallory.” Vivian said, her voice dripping with disdain. “Don't you ever give up? Even with the bitchiness of my daughter cranked up to the maximum you are still trying to ‘save’ her. Well, I think it’s time we put an end to you.”

Mallory scrambled to her feet, backing away as Vivian approached. The older woman groaned softly, her coat shimmering as another fur began to form. This one was neon blue, more ragged and cheap looking but still seemed to give off the air of power that the others did too.

It was in that moment that it became clear to Mallory what was happening. Vivian hadn't purchased or found these coats, she had made them, or more accurately her coat had. The coat she wore was some sort of 'Queen' coat that could control and create the others, like drones in a hive. If Mallory wanted to end the evil, she had to get that coat. However Vivian now held a new coat for Mallory. One that read 'Hooker' on the label.

“This will suit you perfectly.” Vivian said, her voice low and hypnotic. “Go on, take it. You know you want to.”

Mallory felt a strange pull, a compulsion to reach out and take the coat. It was beautiful, alluring, and it whispered promises of pleasure, power, and freedom from worry. Her hand trembled as she reached for it.

"Yesss that's it. I have some gentlemen who will pay me good money to fuck a whore like the one you’d become. Then I can finally mould Tina into the devoted daughter she needs to be without your interference." Vivian smirked waiting for Mallory to take it. But hearing Tina's name seemed to break something for Mallory, it seemed to re-anchor her to the task at hand.

Mallory seized the moment of clarity and lunged forward, knocking Vivian off balance and sending her sprawling to the ground outside of the closet. Mallory didn’t hesitate and grabbed Vivian’s coat and yanked it off her, the fur slipping free with surprising ease. So much so in fact that she fell backwards onto the ground.

Vivian gasped, her eyes wide with shock as she scrambled to her feet. “You little bitch!”

Mallory managed to get to her feet and to the closet doors just in time to slam them in Vivian's face. She quickly turned the lock and backed away panting while holding the coat. Vivian meanwhile slammed on the doors.

“Mallory.” Vivian’s voice called through the door, sweet and mocking. “You can’t hide forever. Open the door, and maybe I’ll go easy on you.”

Mallory’s grip tightened on Vivian’s coat as she tried to think of a plan. She was trapped, but she wasn’t giving up. Not yet.

“Go to hell, Vivian!” Mallory shouted back, her voice trembling but defiant.

Mallory stood in the closet, her back pressed against the wall as Vivian's frantic pounding echoed in front of her. The Queen Coat lay draped over her arm, its dark fur shimmering with an unnatural glow. A voice in her head, soft, seductive, and impossible to ignore, suddenly appeared.

“Put me on, Mallory. She can't take what she won't have. You know you want to.”

Her heart raced as she stared at the coat, her fingers trembling where they gripped the luxurious fur. She could feel its power radiating through her, a low hum that seemed to vibrate in her very bones.

"No! I can't! I won't! This ends today!" Mallory said suddenly defiant as she started throwing open drawers, looking for something, anything to destroy the coat. That's when she hit pay dirt. A pair of scissors. Taking them out she slid their open mouth around a sleeve of the coat.

"What a shame to waste the opportunity I'm giving you. Why do you think I slid so easily off of Vivian? I wanted you to take me. I wanted you to wear me." The coat purred giving Mallory pause.

"Me? Why?" Mallory asked curious.

"Because Valentina was right. Vivian is weak, she is happy to control her little part of the world but I'm not. I want it all. That's why when she made Valentina's coat I made sure it was infused with ambition, with a hunger. She was going to be my new host. But I can sense ruthless ambition and a hunger for power in you already. You were made to lead." The coat explained. Mallory's grip on the scissors lessened.

"No... no I'm not." Mallory said.

"Of course you are. Tina had always looked up to you, followed you. She was always a follower and look what I was able to do to her. She challenged her mother and nearly won. Imagine what we could do together... Valerie." The coat said with a darkly honeyed purr that was hard for Mallory to ignore.

What was even harder to ignore was the name of Valerie now swirling around her head. It conjured images of a drop dead gorgeous woman who turned heads wherever she went. Who's mere existence demanded attention. Who's power would be unmatched. It made Mallory soaking wet.

The temptation was overwhelming, and despite every rational thought screaming at her to stop, she couldn’t help but slip one hand into the coat’s sleeve.

The moment her skin touched the fur, a jolt of pleasure shot through her, so intense it made her gasp. Her knees buckled, and she leaned against the wall for support, her breath coming in shallow pants. She pulled her hand out, her eyes widening as she saw the transformation. Her nails were no longer short and bitten, they were long, glossy, and perfectly manicured, painted a deep, seductive red.

“Oh my god.” Mallory whispered, her voice trembling. She flexed her fingers, admiring the way the light caught on her new nails. They were beautiful. They were dangerous.

“Go on.” The coat purred, its voice curling around her thoughts like smoke. “Touch yourself. I can read your thoughts now. I know it’s what you want to do. Enjoy yourself.”

Mallory hesitated, her cheeks flushing with shame, but the coat’s influence was too strong to resist. Slowly, almost against her will, her hand drifted down, slipping beneath the waistband of her jeans. Her breath hitched as her fingers brushed against her pussy, the pleasure immediate and overwhelming. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before, electric, intoxicating, and utterly addictive.

“Yessss.” She hissed, her voice low and throaty. Her hips rocked against her hand as the pleasure built, her body responding eagerly to the coat’s dark influence. As she touched herself, she felt the changes begin. Her lips grew fuller, plumper, a dark pink color spreading across them as if painted by an invisible hand. Her breasts swelled, filling out her bra until it felt tight, constricting. She moaned, her head falling back as the sensations overwhelmed her.

“That’s it.” The coat murmured, its voice dripping with approval. “This is just a taste. Now, put your other arm in. Let the transformation complete.”

Mallory’s free hand trembled as she reached for the coat’s other sleeve. She knew she shouldn’t. She knew this was wrong. She knew there would be no turning back. But the pleasure, the power, the sheer need coursing through her was too much to resist. She didn’t want to resist any longer. With a shaky breath, she slid her arm into the sleeve.

The moment her hand emerged from the other end, the changes intensified. Her breasts grew even larger, spilling out of her bra and straining against the fabric of her shirt. Her hair, once messy, brunette and unkempt, became sleek, blonde and shiny, falling in perfectly straight around her shoulders.

Sexy, smoky makeup appeared on her face, accentuating her eyes and making her look like a sultry temptress. Her clothes shifted and melted away, replaced by a black plunging jumpsuit cinched at the waist with a gold-buckled belt and thigh-high black boots.

Mallory gasped, her hands running over her transformed body. She felt incredible. Powerful, sexy, and utterly in control. The coat’s influence wrapped around her mind, whispering promises of dominance, pleasure, and endless possibilities.

“I feel… amazing.” She murmured, her voice sultry and confident. She turned to the mirror, her breath catching as she saw her reflection. The girl staring back at her was unrecognizable, a bombshell, a goddess, a queen. Valerie.

“You are amazing!” The coat replied, its voice filled with dark satisfaction. “We’re going to do so many wicked things together… Queen Valerie.”

Valerie's new lips curved into a smirk, her eyes gleaming with newfound confidence. “Mmm Queen? That sounds perfect... for now.” She said as she ran her hands over her body, savoring the way the jumpsuit clung to her curves, the way her breasts heaved with every breath. She felt unstoppable.

In the bedroom, Vivian's pounding on the door had stopped. She could feel the shift in the air, the dark energy radiating from the closet. Her heart raced as she realized what was happening. She felt her skin start to sag, her hair start to wilt and her skin start to blemish.

“Mallory!” She shouted, her voice desperate. “There’s still time to take it off and give it to me! All will be forgiven! You can even keep Tina the way she was.”

But the new queen didn’t respond. She was too lost in the coat’s power, too consumed by the pleasure and the transformation. She stepped away from the closet mirror, her hips swaying with every step, and unlocked the closet door.

When she stepped out, Vivian's eyes widened in shock. Mallory looked like a completely different person, beautiful, dangerous, and utterly captivating. The Queen Coat looking perfectly natural on her new body, its fur shimmering with dark energy.

“Mallory…” Vivian whispered, her voice trembling.

Valerie rolled her eyes and looked at her with seething distain. “It’s Valerie now you dumb bitch. My god you’re hideous without this delicious power. I can’t wait to do what you were too weak to do.”

Vivian’s eyes flashed with anger, but there was a flicker of fear behind them. “You little brat! Who the hell do you think you are?”

Before Valerie could respond, a voice cut through the tension. “She’s the queen.”

Vivian turned to see Valentina standing behind her. She was fully awake now and despite looking like Tina again, she had a wicked smile across her face. Vivian was so distracted by Tina’s sudden appearance that she failed to noticed that her step daughter had slipped the 'Hooker' coat onto her shoulders.

Vivian gasped, her hands flying up to remove the coat, but it was too late. The fur clung to her, its dark energy seeping into her skin. She stumbled back, her eyes wide with panic as the transformation began.

“No! Take it off! Take it off!” Vivian screamed, her voice rising in desperation.

But Valerie and Valentina only watched, their smirks mirroring each other’s as Vivian’s body began to change. Her once elegant figure became exaggerated, her curves overtly sexualized. Her dark black hair lightened to an almost blinding shade of blonde, and her makeup became garish, her lips a glossy pink. Her expression shifted from defiance to a vacant, seductive stare, her intelligence and cunning stripped away.

Tina laughed, a cruel, delighted sound. Valerie stepped closer, tilting her head as she examined Vivian’s new form. “Oh, she’s perfect. Just another pawn in our game. Isn’t that right, Vivian?”

Vivian, or what was left of her, giggled mindlessly, her voice high-pitched and airy. “Whatever you say, girls. Just tell me what you want me to do, I'll tell you how much it’ll cost.”

Valerie and Tina exchanged a look, their smirks widening. “Oh, we’ll think of something.” Valerie said, her tone dripping with malice. “Why don't you head downstairs for now?”

Vivian shrugged and wobbled off in her big heels.

Tina turned to Valerie and looked her up and down. "Looking good babe. Can't say I'm not jealous." She said looking disappointedly at her own returned form.

"Yes you really do look a state right now. But don't worry hun, I'm not going to leave you wanting." Valerie smirked back while channeling her new power into creating a new coat that emerged from her own in seconds. She handed the luxurious and pristine white coat to Tina who turned it over and read the label.

"Princess Valentina?" She said with glee in her voice as she slipped it on. She moaned loudly as the coat not only returned her to her previous perfection but even improved upon it. "Well if you're the Queen then that would make me your-"

"Daughter. I've always looked after you like a mother my darling, now I'm just making it official." Valerie said grinning at her. "Well official when your father comes home and I convince him to have me."

"Well I'm sure you'll have no problem doing that. I’m sure you’ll even have fun doing it... mommy. Mmm it does sound right." Valentina said with a wicked smile. "But what next?"

Valerie looked into the closet. "Well I see a lot of empty space in there that needs filling, don't you agree?"

"Absoultely mommy, and I have so many girls who are need of a change." Valentina replied.

"Well we shouldn't keep them waiting now should we?" Valerie smiled as she let her eyes roll back as she started to form new coats.

Meanwhile downstairs Vivian was sitting on the bottom step of the stairs filling her nails when the door opened and Valentina's father Frank walked in. The sight of the new Vivian made him drop his briefcase.

"V-Vivian? Is that you?" He stammered. She looked up at him, chewing her gum obnoxiously. Her eyes drank him in as if for the first time. She blew a bubble and let it pop before saying, "I can be whoever you want me to be sugar."

THE END

[hotdonnafox]

Costume Desires

Mia wasn’t looking for anything wild this Halloween. She and Ethan were attending a laid-back house party, so she ordered a costume online a cute, simple cat outfit that wouldn’t attract too much attention. But when the package arrived, her stomach dropped. Inside was something entirely different outfit that was nothing like what she had ordered. Instead of a modest costume she found herself holding a skimpy, black bodysuit, complete with fishnet stockings and dangerously high stiletto boots. The costume screamed sex appeal, the opposite of what she’d intended.

It looked more suited for a wild nightclub than a laid-back party. She immediately thought of returning it, but as her fingers brushed the material, something strange happened. It felt too good, like it was inviting her to try it on. Curiosity got the better of her. "I’ll just see how it looks," she told herself.

As soon as Mia zipped it up, the transformation began. Not a physical change, but a subtle, intoxicating shift inside her mind. She admired her reflection, the way the costume clung to her body, accentuating every curve. Her eyes seemed sharper, more daring, and her lips curled into a seductive smirk. For the first time, she felt truly sexy. The longer she stood there, the stronger the urge grew to flaunt this new version of herself, the one hidden deep beneath the surface.

She had always been the "good girl," careful, faithful, and responsible. But now, as she stared at her new figure, memories of all the times she felt overlooked or ignored by Ethan bubbled to the surface. Maybe he didn’t appreciate her enough. Maybe she deserved more attention. A dark thought crept into her mind: Why shouldn’t I have some fun tonight?

By the time Mia and Ethan arrived at the party, the costume had already begun its insidious work. She caught glimpses of herself in the mirrors at the party and felt a thrill she hadn’t anticipated. Men were staring at her, their eyes lingering on her body, and instead of feeling uncomfortable, Mia reveled in it. The looks made her heart race and her skin tingle. Something primal lit up inside. Every glance from them felt like validation, feeding a hunger she hadn’t known she had.

Every moment she spent in the costume, her thoughts shifted. It was as if a different person was slipping into control. She smiled flirtatiously at the guests, her body moving in ways she’d never allowed before hips swaying, lips parting in coy smiles. Each time Ethan touched her, she felt a flicker of dissatisfaction. His attention wasn’t enough anymore. She wanted more, needed more.

As the night wore on, her inhibitions continued to erode. Her thoughts were consumed by lust, her moral compass spinning wildly. She danced closer to strangers, the beat of the music syncing with her pulse, each movement pulling her deeper into the costume’s influence. The more she embraced the attention, the harder it became to remember her love for Ethan. All she wanted was to feel desired, to be seen.

When she spotted a man dressed as a devil across the room, her body reacted before her mind caught up. He was watching her with a knowing smirk, like he understood the changes taking place. Mia couldn’t help herself. She drifted toward him, her heart pounding faster as she imagined his hands on her.

As they danced, his touch sent waves of pleasure through her, and the last remnants of guilt began to crumble. Ethan had always been good to her, but good wasn’t what she craved tonight. The devil’s hands on her skin, the way he whispered dirty promises in her ear it was intoxicating.

And then she saw Ethan watching them from across the room.

Mia locked eyes with him. For a split second, her old self surfaced, horrified at what she was doing. But the costume pulsed against her skin, and the desire bubbling inside her drowned out the shame. Instead, knowing that Ethan was watching her made her feel even hotter.

A dark thrill surged through her. The thought of her boyfriend witnessing her flirt, touch, and now inch closer to betrayal sent a wave of forbidden pleasure coursing through her veins. She leaned into the devil, their lips inches apart, and let out a soft moan as her hand slid across his chest. Ethan’s expression was one of shock and disbelief, but instead of pulling back, Mia embraced it.

He’s watching me. The thought echoed in her mind like a drug, making her body thrum with lust. She wanted him to see it all, to know exactly what she was doing, and to know she didn’t care. Her heart raced as the devil’s hand slid up her thigh, pulling her closer until their bodies pressed together.

Mia didn’t hold back. She kissed the devil, deep and full of hunger, feeling Ethan’s eyes burn into her. Every second she spent locked in that kiss, she knew she was breaking something between her and Ethan. But the costume the power it gave her made her crave more. With each kiss, each touch, she felt herself slipping further into darkness, and it only made her want to go further.

Ethan finally turned and left the room, his expression unreadable. But Mia was already lost. The costume had claimed her completely now, and as she disappeared with the devil into the shadows, she realized there was no going back.

[misseviehyde]

THE CURE IS WORSE...

Like all her friends, Belinda was tired of being tormented by her bully Morgan. After years of abuse the girls finally had enough and decided they needed to cure their bully of her evil.

She and her nerdy friends 'The Book Gang' agreed to meet in the library to discuss a plan, although Belinda was late as she had been helping at eco-club.

Eco-club were currently looking at ways to make the school more sustainable, something close to her heart. Belinda had big plans of working for a charity when she left school. She wanted to do something with her life to help people and out of all her friends was probably the kindest and most charitable to others.

She'd even tried to forgive Morgan when the other girl had made her minions flush her head in the toilet, or the time Morgan had made her do all her homework for a week whilst she fucked the hot exchange student that was supposed to be Belinda's pen-pal.

Belinda was convinced that deep inside Morgan, a good girl wanted to get out. It had been her idea to look for a cure and she hoped they could find a way to free Morgan from her bullying ways.

As she entered the library, Belinda saw that her super smart best friend Joanne was excitedly showing the others something in an aging book. Her Dad ran a second hand book shop, and Joanne had access to lots of weird books. She was super preppy... plaid skirts, thick black rimmed glasses and pastel sweaters. Morgan had made her life hell too.

"Look what I found in this old alchemical book," she was explaining animatedly. "It's a cure that will make all of someone's mean and evil personality split out of them. If we make Morgan drink it, the mean bullying side of her personality will be forced out and she'll become a nice girl."

The gang gabbled excitedly but Belinda felt a tremor of unease - what exactly would happen to all the evil when it was pushed out?

She'd arrived too late to the meeting to voice her concerns. The plan was agreed and Joanne got to work creating the potion. It was a horrible foul smelling concoction and the girls realised there was no way they would be able to trick Morgan into drinking it. Direct action would be needed.

*******

Stalking through the corridors of the school in designer sunglasses and high heeled boots - Morgan tossed her pretty blonde hair dismissively as she saw the gang of nerds coming out of the library.

She was looking for her minions - not these losers and it annoyed her that they were in her way. She had no way of knowing of course that her little clique of bitches was currently being detained as one of the Book Gang had made a false accusation that they'd cheated in a test. Separated from her friends, Morgan was weaker... but still a threat.

Still - the element of surprise could work wonders... and Morgan was totally unprepared when the gang of nerds she expected to part like the Red Sea suddenly attacked her.

Nerds grabbed her wrists... one of them tackled her down to the floor. Morgan screamed in rage as they pinned her down.

With a strength the nerds hadn't expected, she suddenly tore her arm free and using her acrylic nails like claws raked them across one girls face. She screamed and fell back and laughing, Morgan balled her hand into a fist and hit another girl hard with a satisfying crack.

The pressure released and with an easy acrobatic flex, the bad bitch jumped to her feet. "You fucking losers, how dare you attack me," she snarled. She grabbed a nerd by her pony tail and yanked her hard. Another one she kicked with a booted foot, causing her to crash into a locker.

"I can take all of you losers," she gloated, now enjoying physically dominating her weaker foes. She was a lioness - they were prey. Once she was reunited with her pride of fellow bitches, she'd make their lives a living hell.

*crack*

Belinda looked in horror at the trophy she'd grabbed from a nearby shelf as Morgan crumpled to the floor groaning. She'd acted on instinct, using it to hit the blonde bitch - but she hadn't meant to really hurt her. Her friends looked at her in amazement - except Joanne who was busy straddling Morgan and pouring something into her mouth.

Morgan convulsed - the thick liquid forcing it's way down her throat despite her best effort not to swallow. She groaned and shook, a feverish sweat breaking instantly out on her brow.

"Uuuuuggghhh what have.... uuuuughhh you nerds, ooooh done to me?"

Rolling onto all fours Morgan screamed and then began to vomit. Thick black liquid dripped between her pretty lips as all the evil and mean nastiness inside her was forced out. A thick goopy black puddle of darkness formed, growing and spreading on the floor as Morgan was purged of evil.

Her fake nails dropped off, her bleached blond hair returned to a natural brown and her bitchy face became softer and more gentle. With a heaving gasp she exhaled the last drop of black goo and the puddle underneath her began to move and reshape.

Even as every trace of nastiness left her body and mind, the purged evil solidified and reformed into a shiny black puffer jacket. The girls looked down at in astonishment.

"I thought this might happen," mused Joanne as she picked up the jacket. "The book said the evil would take an appropriate shape. Now we can destroy it... although this jacket is... intriguing."

She wandered off a little from the group carrying the jacket. Belinda was about to follow her when Morgan began to groan.

"Wh... what did you do to me? I feel so different."

Helping Morgan up, Belinda smiled at her. "We cured you of your bullying, you're not evil anymore."

"Wh... what? Oh my gosh, you're right. I... I don't feel mean anymore. Oh no, all the horrible things I've done to people. You've taken it all away from me and I..."

Morgan began to weep, years of guilt catching up with her as she realised what a horrible person she'd been. The girls gathered round and hugged her...

All the girls... except Joanne.

"OOOOOH FUCK YESSSS!"

Belinda span on her heels and gasped along with the other girls. A few metres away Joanne was standing in the corridor - the evil black puffer jacket on her preppy body. She was shaking and moaning, her face contorted in an unholy grin of wicked glee.

"Yessssss... I can feel it flowing into me. Mmmmmh, more I WANT more!"

The jacket seemed to be possessively tightening on Joanne's body. Her usually drab hair was thickening and rising to a bitchy ponytail above her head.

Preppy clothing burned away to reveal smooth perfect flesh as her sensible knickers shrunk into a tight black thong that rode high into her ass.

"Ohhhh fuck YESSSS!" hissed Joanne in glee as she transformed. Her flat ass swelled up into a toned bad bitch butt as her breasts did the same and her clothing became tight and slutty under her puffer jacket.

"No Joanne, what are you doing?" screamed Belinda as her friend stretched and giggled.

"Mmmmh don't call me that anymore loser, I'm JoJo now."

JoJo groaned in pleasure as long wicked nails shot out of her fingers and her skin tanned and darkened. She threw her glasses to the ground with a laugh and crushed them beneath a booted foot as black bitchy knee boots spread up her legs and black stockings popped into place.

Thick, bitchy makeup covered Joanne's usual natural face, dark eye makeup accentuating her new bitchy features as she became prettier and prettier.

Muscle tone spread across her flawless body as JoJo grew slightly taller than the other girls and her body posture changed to become dominant and challenging.

"Fuck yes... this feels SO much better than being some fucking loser," laughed JoJo as she admired her new body as the changes completed.

All of Morgan's bitchy evil had transfered into her and now she was just as mean and spoiled as her former bully had been.

She hadn't meant to put on the jacket - but whilst the other girls had been distracted, the desire to try it on had grown inside her and she'd slipped it on. Now she was glad she had.

Bitchy perfume rose from her body, her tight pussy was wet with lust and JoJo giggled as she saw the fear in her former friends faces. Their fear was intoxicating - she wanted more.

"Like my new look losers? You think Morgan was bad... I'm going to be SUCH a bitch."

Belinda took a step backwards at the sheer venom and wicked delight in her former friends eyes and voice.

"Girls, we have to get that jacket off her. Come on, we outnumber her six to one."

She was about to rush forward, when suddenly the side doors to the corridor opened and a clique of pissed off bitchy girls stormed through.

It was Morgan's old gang and they looked in confusion at JoJo for a moment. Then the air around all of them seemed to shimmer and the puffer jacket swelled up with dark power.

As if they had known her all their life, Morgan's gang fell in around JoJo. She was their leader now. And now even as Belinda looked she suddenly remembered how JoJo was the most popular bad girl in school and had always been the Alpha girl. She was a cruel, sadistic, gang obssessed bitch - and everyone was terrified of her.

Even though she knew about the potion and the jacket, it was like it was being erased from her head... as if reality was changing to accomodate JoJo's transformation.

Only Belinda's iron will and focus allowed her to remember the truth... that this was her friend and the jacket had done this to her.

"What were you saying... loser?" laughed JoJo as she felt the reassurance and power of being the Queen Bee of a group of bullies. There were now eleven of them... the whole squad. JoJo knew with a click of her bitchy fingers she could destroy Belinda and her loser friends. It was intoxicating and she had never felt anything so delicious.

All her life she'd been a good little swot, a preppy little loser engrossed in books and learning. The jacket had set her free. She was wearing Morgan's evil proudly and she never wanted it to end.

"Get them girls," she laughed, watching as her minions eagerly surged forward. The bitchy girls were stronger, taller, meaner... the nerds didn't stand a chance.

JoJo didn't even lift a finger. She just watched, her pretty pink lips in a twisted smile as she watched the nerds fall before the power of her squad.

"Make sure you take extra special care of that loser Belinda. I want her to suffer the most..."

It was good to be Queen.

********

Belinda stared in the mirror and cried.

Her once frizzy brown hair was totally gone. She was almost bald... the hair clippers JoJo's girls had used on her taking all the length away. Her ribs were bruised and her glasses a smashed ruin - but she'd refused to tell anyone who had done this to her.

She was too afraid.

Morgan had been bad, but JoJo was even worse! Belinda couldn't believe that her once smart and kind friend had become so evil. JoJo had all of Joannes knowledge and brains, but now merged to an evil personality that loved to bully others and do bad things.

She wished they'd never given Morgan that potion. How did that old saying go... the cure is worse than the disease?

But Belinda had never been a quitter. She might look soft, but underneath her quiet personality - she had a core of steel and the strength to do what needed to be done. She would save her friend, no matter the cost.

She just had to get the jacket off JoJo before it was too late. The other girls claimed to no longer remember Joanne. Their memories and everyone elses was changing to accomodate the new bitch - some faster than others. Soon she wouldn't even remember her old friend.

She didn't even know if removing the jacket would reverse the transformation. The longer Joanne wore it though, the more of Morgan's evil sank into her and that couldn't be good.

She wondered what JoJo was up to right now? She had to make a plan and she was running out of time.

***********

JoJo was ambitious. Morgan had played at being a mean bitch, but JoJo actually wanted to be one. She was going to ensure that she became the nastiest slut this town had ever seen. It was time to go into business.

Bent over the railing of the apartment block, JoJo giggled and moaned as her new drug-dealer boyfriend fucked her with slow steady thrusts. Her leggings were around her ankles, her ass jiggling in the air as he slid his cock deep into her once virgin pussy and fucked her in public. She gripped the railings tight with her hands, thrusting back against his pumps. His hands were in her hair, pulling her head back and making her groan.

The shiny black puffer jacket was unzipped... her top yanked up to free her tits. Her enlarged tits swung free. She'd always dreamed of having big tits like these.

Her gang stood at the other end of the block, preventing anyone from passing. They smoked and laughed, occasionally glancing over with jealousy to see their leader getting railed.

"Mmmh yeah deeper, fuck me harder," groaned JoJo. She loved getting pounded by this criminal bastard. Leon was the local hardman and JoJo felt wet at the thought that if she wanted, she could set him on any one she chose.

Her Mom and Dad would be horrified that she was giving herself to a man ten years older than her, but she loved how easy it was to manipulate him.

Leon groaned and she giggled and she felt his cum flood her pussy. He dismounted and she pulled her leggings up, enjoying the feeling of his warm creampie inside her.

Handing her a joint, he lit it and JoJo took a deep drag. Mmmmh this was DEFINITELY the life. "How about you supply me with this stuff and I'll make sure it makes it's way into school? For a small cut of course."

"Damn girl - you're evil. Sure thing, provided you let me keep tapping your pussy."

JoJo smiled. "You know it baby."

Blowing out a cloud of weed, she tossed back her hair and laughed. It felt so good to be bad.

********

JoJo watched as the last of her gang dutifully accepted their packets of drugs and move out into the school. They were all too afraid to argue with her and she knew they'd keep their silence too if any of them got caught.

Soon she'd be raking it in and living the life of a spoiled bad-girl. No one could stop her now.

*whoomph*

Belinda struck her from behind and JoJo crashed against the wall. Winded she gasped for help but there was no one to help her as she'd sent her gang out to sell the packets.

Her now nearly bald victim was smaller, weaker and less viscious - but Belinda was possessed of a desperation that gave her strength. Even so she wouldn't last long one on one with JoJo.

The bully smiled as she easily sidestepped Belinda's next attack and with a kick easily knocked her down.

Stradling her victims chest, JoJo looked down and laughing spat in Belinda's face.

"Haha, you're so weak. So pathetic. I'm going to destroy yo..."

She never finished what she wanted to say. Her gloating had given Belinda time to recover and with a superhuman effort she threw JoJo off and tore at the puffer jacket.

It slid off JoJo's body and out of Belinda's grasp as it flew through the air to land on the floor.

JoJo screamed. Her body shook and she gasped in horror as Joanne's features began to return. She was turning back!

"No! My jacket!" she screeched leaping forward towards the jacket.

But Belinda was quicker. She grabbed the jacket, only somehow... her arm ended up slipping inside.

Belinda gasped as a delicious thrill throbbed through her. She groaned as long bitchy nails sprang out of the hand that now emerged from the jacket and she watched the skin tan. Fuck it felt good.

"No! That's mine you bitch."

JoJo was on her, but swinging around Belinda used her new hand to slap the other girl hard and send her tumbling backwards. She felt a thrill of intoxicating power and a smirk twisted her lips. Oh yesss it felt good to be powerful.

She looked up to see JoJo's minions were racing towards them, finally making their way back to their leader to help her in her fight.

"Too late losers," giggled Belinda slipping her other arm into the puffer jacket and pulling it tight around her body. "I'm your fucking Queen now."

Belinda screamed in unholy pleasure as the jackets evil flowed into her.

Her shaven scalp erupted as waves of soft long blonde hair flowed out and wicked matching fingernails shot out of her other hand to give her a pair or bitchy claws. She became prettier and tanned - her bones cracking as she became taller and fitter with a perfect ass and firm round tits.

Belinda groaned in pleasure as all the goodness and innocence inside her body were burned away... the jacket eagerly settling onto it's new host.

"Mmmmh, from now on you can call me Bex," grinned the new bad girl as her minions surrounded her - their loyalty now transfered to her.

Grovelling on the floor before the blonde bitch, Joanne wept at the horrible transformation her friend had undergone. She also ached from the withdrawal of wearing the jacket and the sense of power it had given her.

She was a preppy good girl again, fully transformed back into her old self. She was already struggling to remember Belinda. Bex was now in control.

Bex smirked as she zipped up the jacket and felt it's delicious evil suffocating her once innocent spirt. She wanted to feel more evil than even JoJo had. She wanted to be fully corrupted.

"I wonder how long I have to wear this until all the evil is absorbed into me and I never change back? Unlike you, I have no intention of going back."

Lighting a cigarette Bex took a deep drag and looked around. "I'm in charge now loser and you better stay away from me and my jacket. I won't warn you more than once."

She smoked a little longer, then laughing flicked the stub at the weeping Joanne and snapped her fingers to summon her minions.

She was horny and it was time to find a hot bad boy to fuck.

The cure might be worse - but Bex was going to enjoy being the disease.

THE END

[sabh0]

My roman empire is that custom-made badge Dazai has sewn inside Chuuya's jacket after the Lovecraft fight

[deoccchi]

Finished the fallen version and . . . well, I let my delusions win 😇

[shopwitchvamp]

Corruption Midi Skirt with Pockets by @fleebites 🖤witchvamp.com🖤

[bunniehunn]

hughh I wanna talk about the queer theming and iconography in Disney villains/twst characters but I don’t want to look like a freaking nerd

Edit: I put my take in the og tags

[prismatiger]

Random SU practice doodles (closeup of text under cut)

[corruptedcaps]

Turn Coat: Part One

This is for @misseviehyde as a part of story swap. Hope she and everyone else like it!

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Read part two here.

Read part three here.

Tina stepped through the front door of her parent's opulent mansion, her best friend, Mallory, close behind. The sight of the house alone made Tina’s shoulders slump and shiver. She missed her old modest house, when it was just her and her dad. Before Vivian, her now bitchy step mom, entered her life.

She thanked god she had someone like Mallory in her life, someone who was ever the the optimist, who insisted on accompanying her as moral support to her parents house. Mallory was more of a mother to Tina than Vivian ever was.

“You’re stronger than she is, Tina.” Mallory said softly, placing a comforting hand on her friend’s shoulder. “She’s just… bitter. Don’t let her get to you. We just get in, get some of your things and then we're out and back at our dorm room in no time.”

Tina managed a weak smile. “Thanks, Mallory. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” She said hugging her.

Before Mallory could respond, a sharp, icy voice cut through the air. “Oh, how touching. The little loser and her equally pathetic friend.”

Tina’s stepmother, Vivian, stood at the top of the grand staircase, her perfectly manicured nails resting on the railing. She was dressed, as always, in a lush fur coat. Beneath it she wore a sleek, black body suit that hugged her figure, her raven black hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of silk. Her lips, painted a pale red, curled into a sneer as she descended the stairs.

“Why are you always so mean to Tina, she's your daughter!” Mallory said standing up for her best friend.

Vivian’s eyes gleamed with malice as she reached the bottom of the stairs. In her arms, she carried a fur coat. It was almost identical to the one she wore, only not as long. The air around it seemed to hum with a dark energy, and Tina felt an inexplicable pull toward it, as if it were calling to her.

“Her? My daughter? I don't think so. Not yet anyway.” Vivian purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “I've tried to break her down so I could rebuild her in my image but you were always there to pick up the pieces of her fragile mind and cobble her back together again like the annoying gnat that you are."

"Come on Tina, we don't have to take this." Mallory said grabbing Tina's hand. Mallory started to walk away but Tina wouldn't budge, her eyes locked on the fur coat.

"Oh I'm afraid Tina is much to busy fantasizing about putting on this coat aren't you dear?" Vivian said with a smirk that sent a shiver down Mallory's spine. "She's imaging how hawt and mean she would be with it on, how much everyone would fear and love her."

"What the hell are you talking about you maniac?" Mallory said as she tried to unroot Tina from her spot.

"Right now Tina is feeling the same pull that I felt years ago when I got my magical fur coat." Vivian said almost wistful. "Oh it was wonderful. It stripped away the loser I was, the bookish librarian I used to be and remade me as this perfect goddess. Once Tina puts this on, one I specially made for her, she'll finally be the daughter I deserve. Go ahead my dear, take it."

Tina’s eyes drank in the coat with desire. It was true, she was imagining herself walking around the college campus with an entourage of vapid bitches who hung on her every word. She would snap her perfectly manicured fingers and they would do whatever she asked.

At night she would bed only the most attractive men, assuming their bank account was equally as impressive. It was an intoxicating fantasy and one that was hard to deny. And yet in the background of her imagination was Mallory, shouting at her, urging her to destroy the coat. Her eyes widened, and she took a step back. “I… I don’t want it.”

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous. Of course you want it.” Vivian snapped, her tone hardening. “You’ve always been weak, Tina. Pathetic. But this? This will fix you. It will make you better.”

Mallory stepped forward, her eyes blazing with defiance. “Leave her alone! She doesn’t need your twisted idea of ‘better.’ She’s perfect just the way she is.”

Vivian’s lips twisted into a cruel smile. “Perfect? Look at her. She’s a mess. A nobody. But with this coat, she’ll finally be worthy of the life I’ve given her. Beautiful. Powerful. Untouchable. Put it on.”

“Tina, don’t.” Mallory pleaded, squeezing her friend’s hand. “Fight it. You’re stronger than this.”

For a moment, Tina hesitated. She could feel the coat’s pull, but Mallory’s voice grounded her. She shook her head, taking a deep breath. “No. I won’t do it. I won't become like you!”

Vivian’s smile vanished, replaced by a look of pure fury. “Fine. If you won’t do it willingly, I’ll do it for you.”

Before Tina could react, Vivian lunged forward, pushing Mallory to the floor and shoving the coat onto Tina. Tina gasped as the fur wrapped around her, clinging to her body like a second skin. A wave of warmth spread through her, followed by an intense, almost overwhelming pleasure. She moaned, her knees growing weak as the changes began.

Tina’s body began to shift, her modest curves swelling as her breasts grew larger and fuller. She clutched at her chest, her eyes wide with shock. “Oh, what’s happening to me?” She groaned, her voice trembling. “This… this feels so… mmmm good.”

The warmth intensified, spreading through Tina’s limbs like liquid fire. Her lips plumped, turning a seductive pink, and her hair lengthened, transforming into sleek, platinum locks that cascaded down her back. She ran her fingers through her new hair, her initial fear giving way to curiosity. “Mmm, yesss perfect bratty blonde hair.” She purred, a small smile playing on her lips. “I could get used to this!”

"It's only the beginning my dear." Vivian smirked in satisfaction.

Mallory’s voice trembled as she stepped closer, her hands outstretched as if to try and pull the coat off Tina. “Tina, no! Take it off! This isn’t you!”

But Tina barely heard her. Her waist cinched in, her hips flaring out, and her skin took on a soft, sun-kissed glow. She turned to the nearest mirror, her breath catching as she saw her reflection. The girl staring back at her was unrecognizable. Stunning, yes, but with a cold, calculating edge to her beauty.

“Oh fuck yes!” Tina whispered, her voice tinged with bratty confidence. “I'm gorgeous.” She ran her hands over her new body, her initial hesitation melting away. “Don’t stop! Make me more of a bitch! This is what I’ve always wanted. This is what I've always deserved!”

Mallory turned to Vivian, her voice rising in desperation. “You’re turning her into a monster! Stop this!”

Vivian’s laugh was sharp and dismissive. “A monster? No, dear. I’m turning her into a queen. Just like me. She’ll see. She’ll understand.”

As Tina admired herself, a deeper change began to take hold of her mind. The shy awkwardness that had once defined her started to fade, replaced by a growing sense of superiority. She felt her baggy shirt and old denim jeans morph into a figure hugging crop top with a sleek black leather pair of pants.

Tina's nails grew long, painted a glossy pink, and her eyes sparkled bright blue, taking on a predatory glint. She felt a surge of power coursing through her veins, intoxicating and irresistible. The last remnants of Tina’s goodness vanished, replaced by a cold, calculating narcissism.

"Mmmmm now that's more like it. What a fucking loser I used to be." Tina said with a look of disgust remembering her former self. This look then naturally transferred in the direction of Mallory as Tina's once-warm eyes became cold and dismissive.

“Ugh why are you still here?” Tina asked, her tone sharp.

Mallory’s eyes filled with tears. “Tina, please! This isn’t you! Fight it!”

But Tina only laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. “Fight it? Why would I fight this? I’m finally who I was meant to be. Beautiful. Powerful. Untouchable.”

Vivian clapped her hands together, her smile triumphant. “Oh, darling, you’re perfect. Just like me.”

Tina turned to her stepmother, her smirk widening. “You’re right, Mommy. I am better now. I’m Valentina. And you?” She glanced at Mallory, her sneer deepening. “You’re nothing.”

“Get out bitch.” Valentina snapped, her tone final. “Before I make you.”

Mallory stumbled back, her heart breaking as she realized her best friend was gone. She turned and fled, tears streaming down her face.

Vivian wrapped an arm around Valentina’s shoulders, her smile triumphant. “Now you’re truly my daughter. You’re going to love the new you.”

Valentina laughed, a cold, cruel sound that echoed through the mansion. She didn’t need Mallory. She didn’t need anyone but her mother and her coat. She was perfect now. And nothing, and no one, would ever stand in her way again.

To be continued...

[emmacarterhere]

Take a coin and press it against the wall with your nose. Stand perfectly still, hands behind your back, and don’t let it drop. If the coin falls, you'll start over, and I’ll add a few extra minutes. Stay focused and show me that you can obey, even when it’s just you, the wall, and that single coin testing your patience.

[itswillowneptune]

i finally got some see through latex <3

[omppupiiras]

they've done billiard & they've done ping pong so i had a vision for what they should do next 💀💀 🕳️⛳

[leatherloveandbelle]

Getting frisky at the doctors and letting my tits breath. It’s great being a Bimbo

[beatriceportinari]

Another year, another outfit to die in! Happy birthday again Izuna!!!!!!

Like last year, I played with someone else's lines for these charming patterns, thank you so much Lena @elhnrt ! I had a ton of fun :D

Check the readmore for pattern references and explanations, there are some easter eggs in there :)

(x,x,x,x)

My goal for this piece, in addition to playing with patterns and textures and adding some Naruto references, was to add as many death flags as possible.

The idea of having Izuna in a fireman's coat is obviously not from me. I've always like the idea of Uchihas in fire resistant clothes, and the opportunity for a thick texture alongside a reversible double pattern is very appealing. I used the image of the second reference as a base, with skulls on one side and stylized lightning patterns on the other (visible inside the sleeves and collar). Both were common immagery of firemen coats.

The actual skull pattern is taken from the third reference. I'd seen this one before and before even learning anything abt it it was too beautiful to pass up. Those white and navy gradients are absolutely delightful and I enjoyed using my gel pens for them very much.... This particular type of imagery with skulls and bones in a field is called Nozarashi, inspired by Buddhist representation of death and transience.

The lightning pattern itself is a reference to water and lightning dragons :) Like Tobirama's iconic jutsu, it's one of the hints of what's abt to happen to our little guy. The scabbard is also decorated with dragon motifs for the same reason.

The background pattern is taken from the first reference, another fireman's coat with an illustration of Raijin, the thunder god. He is often representated with drums decorated with tomoes. It works nicely as a standard looking sharingan illustration, with a reference to Tobirama's hiraishingiris with the thunder imagery, like the thunder patterns inside the coat.

If you're interested in this I recommend the book linked in the second reference! It is entirely about skeleton motifs in japanese clothing of the early 20th century.

[misseviehyde]

CLOAKED

It was summer recess and Maisy and her best-friend Erin wanted to earn some extra money for the holidays. The two girls had long been friends and shared many interests, so they were planning to travel together and see the world.

In order to save up - they were willing to work any job they could find. Babysitting, bar work, office temping... anything that paid.

As full-time students they couldn't take on a full time position, but as sensible trustworthy girls, they didn't find it hard to find work. Still - the savings were only growing slowly and they had a long way to go until they had finally saved enough.

Then Erin hit a jackpot. An old friend of her Mom's who had married into a rich family needed someone to be a cloakroom attendant at a massive party she was throwing at her mansion. Erin got the invite and was staggered at how much was being offered for just a few hours work.

That evening Erin found herself in a plain black dress standing in the luxurious hallway of the mansion. As guests arrived she would take their coats and hang them in the large purpose built cloakroom near the entrance.

As more and more guests arrived, Erin found herself growing jealous of the rich successful people she was seeing. Her own family were poor. She was a scholarship student and had had to work hard for every opportunity. Skinny, plain and shy - she was a million miles away from the beautiful confident bitches who thrust their clothing into her arms without a second thought.

In the cloakroom Erin carefully hung the coats and gave each person a ticket. Eventually a lull developed. Most of the guests were now here and she idly browsed on her phone and sent Millie a selfie.

Bored she purveyed her small kingdom and suddenly realised there were a number of unticketed coats that had been there before she arrived.

They looked like expensive fur coats. They were rich and bitchy looking. Like something a spoiled instagram model or sorority Queen would wear.

Intrigued Erin slid one off a hook. It was a dark grey, super stylish coat and it looked made to fit her. Her fingers bit into the soft fur and evil whispers began to echo in her mind.

Erin groaned and shivering in delight she slid the coat on. It was like it had been waiting for her and it felt like she was putting on a new skin. A better skin.

Erin moaned as her short bitten nails lengthened into an expensive manicure and her plain features shimmered with new makeup. A bitchy blonde streak shot through her hair as her bones cracked and she shot up in height to become tall and thin.

Her plain black dress plunged down to show off her expanding cleavage as it morphed into a designer dress and she was pushed up in expensive black heels.

"Mmmmmh ohhh fuck yessssss," she hissed in a bratty new voice, tossing back her silky hair and standing more confidently with her hands on her Dior belt.

A spoiled sneer appeared on Erin's pefect pink lips as gold bangles encircled her wrist, gold hoops dropped from her ears and an expensive handbag trailed down from her shoulder.

Pushing a pair of Chanel sunglasses onto her now blonde head, Erin giggled like a bitch and clopped out of the cloakroom. This job was beneath her now.

A woman walking down the corridor raised a quizzical eyebrow. "Where's the cloakroom girl gone?"

"Like how the fuck should I know?" sneered Erin. "That fucking little loser seems to have vanished. Too bad huh? Guess you'll have to find your own coat."

Grabbing a glass of champagne from the welcome table, she gave the woman a fake smile and strolled into the party. Ohhhh it felt so good to be a bitch.

Somehow the coat had transformed her. Shy unconfident Erin was gone. She was a bitch now and she loved how it felt.

She felt a hunger for attention as all eyes were drawn to her. Tonight was going to be A LOT of fun.

She entered the party and felt the hungry gaze of every man, married or unmarried fixate on her.

If there was a feeling even better than an orgasm... she had just found it...

******

Erin admired herself in the window of a passing car as she made her way home from the party, her head spinning. She looked amazing. As the night had progressed - her transformation into an evil rich bitch had accelerated and she could still feel herself transforming, even now. It seemed she could only get even more evil and she loved it.

The longer she wore the fur coat, the more it changed her. Erin's hair had become even blonder, her face even prettier. Wealth and privilege now dripped from every pore of her spoiled bitchy body. Long acrylic nails decorated every finger, flawless blue eyes gazed boredly out of a pretty face with long lashes. The fur coat was now white... having transformed to match her white wedge heels.

"I'm a fucking Goddess," she hissed as she tossed back her hair. She had always wanted to look like this, feel like this.

Tonight at the party she had been the centre of attention and it had felt good. She looked down at her phone and the contact numbers of the rich men who had begged to be her sugar daddy. With this new body and attitude she would be able to get whatever she wanted.

Her lips twitched into a cruel smile. She could travel the world, enjoy private jets and expensive cruise ships. She certainly wouldn't be wasting time with that loser Maisy.

A wicked shiver ran through her and she felt herself get wet at the thought of bullying and dominating her former friend. She wanted to lord it over that pathetic little bitch... to show Maisy what a loser she was. Her breasts tingled and her pussy got wet.

Being bad made her feel good.

The coat seemed to reward her evil thoughts. Her face became even prettier her boobs grew another cup size. Being evil would be rewarded. She was an addict to the power now.

"I want more," she hissed. "I want to destroy the old me and become completely corrupted. I need it."

The coat felt warm, comforting. It numbed her guilt, her remorse. It made her feel nothing but pleasure at her new depraved body and malicious mind. She was eager to go even deeper. Her pace increased.

It didn't take long to get home. Reaching the small dorm she shared with Maisy she flung open the door and stormed in.

Her friend was lying on the sofa, her face was a mask of shock. "E...Erin? Wh... how? Is that really you?"

Erin laughed and grabbing Maisy's hair pulled her viciously off the sofa and hurled her onto the floor. Maisy screamed, her hair burning as the other woman stood over her dominantly.

"Ahhhhhh what are you doing?" screamed the terrified Maisy as her former friend brought a foot down and pinned her to the floor like a bug.

"Stop squirming you pathetic little loser. From now on I'm in charge here. You'll do as I say or... do you remember that essay you cheated on by copying my work? I'll tell the university about it and you'll be finished."

"Noooo, you promised you'd never tell..."

"I promised a lot of things," hissed Erin. "It feels good to break those promises and just do what I want. I'm all that matters you see."

Erin laughed as she summoned up saliva and spat a long slow stream out onto Maisy's face. The other girl cried. How humiliating... how funny.

"Stop snivelling loser. Move your worthless stuff out of our room. From now on you sleep on the sofa out here and I get the room to myself. And you better get used to calling me Mistress Erin."

"Y...Yes Mistress," sobbed Maisy.

*****

The next six weeks were hellish for Maisy. Erin had completely changed. The kind and friendly girl was now a mean, vicious, psychotic rich-bitch.

She had their dorm ripped apart and rebuilt to suit her tastes and she bullied and humiliated Maisy every chance she got.

Worse, she was now raking money in from her rich doners and she took every possible moment to taunt and tease Maisy about her upcoming travels.

"Remember how we wanted to see the world. Well I will still get to, but you can stay here you pathetic little bitch. You don't deserve to travel and see the world. You don't deserve anything but to be my footstool."

Maisy was desperately trying to figure out what had happened to make her friend so evil. It had all changed the night Erin had worked the cloak rooms and she had come back wearing a fur coat. She always seemed to be wearing the coat. When she took it off for the briefest times - she seemed less bitchy, more like her old self.

Maybe the coat had something to do with it? Maisy decided if she could destroy the coat, maybe she could get her friend back. First she just had to get it off her.

It would be dangerous. Erin was now much stronger, faster and more violent then she used to be. If Maisy failed, her friend would be sure to punish her.

She just needed the right opportunity.

Erin currently had her scrubbing the floors of the bathroom and doing all the cleaning. Maisy was busy scrubbing the floors with a soapy bucket of water as the Queen Bitch entered.

"Having fun loser?" scoffed Erin. "It's so much fun watching you slave away for me."

With a sudden scream, Maisy unexpectedly flew at her, a thick heavy soapy sponge smashing into Erin's face. The bitch staggered back blinded as Maisy dashed behind her and tugged the fur coat down enough to pin Erin's arms in place.

She roughly pushed Erin forward and down, trying to grab the coat and pull it off.

It all seemed too easy and it nearly worked. But Erin wasn't about to give in that easy. With a snarl she kicked back, knocking one of Maisy's legs loose and then pushing back she crashed Maisy into a wall knocking the air out of her.

Struggling to pull the fur coat back up and free her arms, Erin lashed her head back and reverse head-butted Maisy making her head spin. She resolutely held onto the coat though, knowing this was her only chance.

Erin struggled and fought like a wild thing but she couldn't shake Maisy off. Then changing tactic she shrugged off the coat causing Maisy to fly back and crash into a wall still holding the coat.

Coatless, Erin growled. Now free she could deal with this loser and then put her fur coat back on.

"You think you can stop me Maisy? I'm gonna have to break you in even harder now. By the time I'm done, you'll never oppose me again."

Maisy was trapped. She had no way to destroy the coat and no way past Erin. In moments her friend would have the coat back in her possession and she would probably never get another chance ever again.

She did the only thing she could think of. She put on the fur coat herself.

Erin's sulky mouth opened wide in a shocked expression. "What... no... NOOOOO!"

*BOOM*

The air vibrated and shook. Erin doubled up like she had been punched in the stomach and with a WHOOSH all of the evil power was sucked out of her body. She went limp like a rag doll and collapsed to the floor. She was no longer beautiful, her hair was now brunette again, her fingernails short and stubby and her face plain and anxious.

Maisy struggled to rip off the fur coat before it was too late, but her arms felt heavy and a delicious feeling thrilled through her as the evil power exiting Erin flowed back into the coat.

Her skin tingled and she felt herself begin to transform. She fought it for a moment... then surrendered.

Yessssss. Why not just give into it? It was her turn to be the bitch, her turn to have the power. Erin was going to suffer for all the humiliation she had put Maisy through.

"Yessssss, transform me," she groaned as the coat fit snugly on her body and her mind was warped and transformed into the most evil possible version of herself.

All that was good, kind and innocent about Maisy was reversed and subverted. She was becoming just as corrupt as Erin had once been.

Her hair turned blonde and pink bitchy lips twisted into a pouting sneer. Long nails shot from her fingers and her stance changed as her clothing altered and she was pushed up on six inch stiletto boots.

Walking over to the shivering Erin, who was going through the worst withdrawal imaginable, Maisy looked down with cold cruel eyes and reaching down cruelly grabbed the other girls hair and yanked her head up.

"I'm the Mistress now loser," she hissed in delight. "Now I'm going to break you just as you wanted to break me. I'm going to turn you into my whimpering pussy slave - so broken that you can't even imagine betraying me and wearing the coat ever again. You're nothing now Erin and soon you'll be even less."

Erin sobbed as she looked into Maisy's cold eyes and knew every word was the truth.

She was doomed

***

Landing down in New York, Maisy watched her servants packing her luggage into her expensive car.

She had enjoyed travelling the world and living her dreams... visiting the fashion capitals of the world had been fun.

Now back in the USA she would spend a bit of time here in New York before heading back home.

She smiled at the thought of Erin, plugged and obedient waiting for her back home. Tonight she would take a couple of male lovers to pleasure her, but tomorrow when she got back she had put time aside to play with her favourite toy.

She wondered if Erin was looking forward to it as much as she was...?

THE END