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[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

[immortalmrwavell]

More Like A Real Man

(Original story posted September 8th 2022) This story has been significantly Updated!

A rare Gay to Straight themed story from me here so if that’s your thing then I hope you enjoy! 😜

“Finally I’m starting to look less like a nerdy piece of shit and more like a real fuckin man.” Henry smirked as he checked himself out in the selfie camera. At last he was starting to see the results of his labour. His body was finally starting to take shape. All the new muscle he’d been able to pack on made him a far cry from the stick figure of a man he was before. “Next thing will be to get some contacts so I don’t have to wear these dumbass glasses half the fuckin time.” He scoffed.

———

This all started over 6 months ago Henry was practically the picture of a skinny booknerd. With his frail body, glasses that framed his average face and clear lack of fashion sense. He was intelligent for sure, easily making it into one of the most advanced courses at his local college, but that only made him less popular when it came to the jocks. Henry was everything they weren’t. And most of all he was gay which didn’t help his reputation with the jock either.

Despite this, one day Henry found himself sneaking into Coach Kent’s office. The Coach had been in charge of the college’s football team and physical education courses for quite some time now. However, news had recently spread about Coach Kent deciding to leave. Saying something about a “Change of scenery”. And so this day was said to be his last day at the local college. Of course Henry, being the meek gay nerd that was, couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see if the coach had left anything behind for him to steal. After all, he'd had a secret crush on the older burly man ever since he started going to this college.

He’d hoped to find maybe an old shirt or pair of shoes. Anything Henry could use to remember the Dilf that was Coach Kent in his own perverted way. What he didn’t expect to find was one of the coach’s jockstraps!?! He couldn’t believe the coach had left it behind but he certainly wasn’t going to complain. The nerd swiped it up without a second thought, giving it a good long sniff before shoving it into his bag.

Henry made another sweep of the office to see if there was anything else worth grabbing. He grabbed an old blue cap that had been left hanging on the door along with a pair of football socks remembered seeing Coach Kent wear a few times before. He was already imagining how hot the cosplay was going to be as he quietly slipped out of the office. Knowing he was gonna nut in that jockstrap as soon as he got home had him struggling to hide his boner.

Once in the comfort and privacy of his bedroom, Henry tossed his bag on the bed and immediately stripped down. He pulled out the worn jockstrap before pressing it to his nose yet again, loving the strong masculine scent left behind by Coach Kent. All the while thinking back on all the fantasies he’d had of worshipping the hot older man.

Eventually however he was able to pull jockstrap away from his face long enough to start putting it on. Sliding up over his lanky legs until the pouch pulled over his moderate cock and balls and the straps came up just below his flat butt. As expected it was far too big for him. So much so that it wouldn’t stay on properly without Henry holding it in place. But it was still super hot nonetheless. Causing his already stiff cock to pulse even harder with excitement as he used his free hand to jerk it.

He was already thinking of grabbing Coach Kent’s socks and cap to wear too… until a strange dizziness washed over him. He could hardly explain it as he started to lose what little strength he had before collapsing on the bed behind him. It was like his consciousness was being squashed down from the inside. That was the only way to explain it. But it wouldn’t matter as he soon faded from consciousness.

———

“Fuck sake! Why did this skinny nerd faggot have to find it first.” Henry shouted in frustration as he looked down and his scrawny body in disgust. Pawing at his non existent biceps and flat chest. Only it wasn’t Henry anymore. “I was sure I told one of the faggy jocks to check my office after I left!” Even his own voice was pissing him off now. Completely lacking any kind of real masculinity or power behind it.

Henry didn’t know it at the time but the jockstrap he’d stolen actually had Coach Kent’s very soul embedded into it. It was part of a sacred ritual that would allow him to take over the body of whomever wore the jockstrap. His plan had been to trick one of the younger closeted gay Jocks into taking it and putting it on but clearly things didn’t go exactly to plan. “I can’t do that fucking ritual for at least another ten years!” The coach vented in frustration.

The body snatcher looked himself up and down in the nearest mirror he could find. “Jesus Christ. I’ve seen chicks that don’t even work out with bigger muscles than this…” When he’d put his soul into that jockstrap he’d hoped to find himself in a new body that was young and strong. One that had potential to become a great athlete some day. Unfortunately Henry met only one part of that criteria. He might’ve been young but his physique was laughable at best. It was practically just skin and bone. And now that’s exactly what Coach Kent was stuck with. “Why did this pathetic little shit have to ruin everything…” He grumbled while gritting his teeth.

It was tough for him to adjust at first. Kent couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this puny but there was nothing he could do about it now. He was stuck in this imp’s body for the foreseeable future as infuriating as it was. However he had no plans looking like a thing for the next ten years so he did the only thing he could do to fix this fuck up. He got Henry’s skinny ass body into the gym.

It was embarrassingly tough at first for the once manly and imposing coach. Only being able to lift some of the smallest weights and having to set the machines he used to a light load. But despite that he pushed this pathetic worm’s body as far as it could go. He combined his efforts with a well thought out meal plan that he stuck to religiously over the next couple of months. It took some time but eventually he began to see some results in muscle gains that made him slightly less disgusted by his own reflection.

Those weren’t the only changes Kent had been making to Henry’s life however. In this time Henry’s friends had noticed a very sudden shift in his behaviour. He used to be a kind and timid guy that loved to talk about nerdy things with them. Yet one day he suddenly began acting crude, boisterous and talking like an absolute gym rat. Just like the dudes that would bully their friend group. In less than a week Kent had already cut ties with them after he started acting like a complete douchebag and calling them all a bunch of homophobic slurs. He didn’t want to be friends with a bunch of geeky homo’s anyway. Henry might’ve been a fag but Kent was as straight as a fuckin arrow!

Speaking of, it didn’t take long for him to have his straight orgasm. On the very first evening of being inside his new body, the coach first opened Henry’s laptop to find tabs upon tabs of gay porn open and in bookmarks. He was disgusted by it and was even more disgusted when his body reacted and got a semi for it. “Fucking faggot body…” He muttered to himself before swiftly deleting all the gay porn tabs with a strong grimace.

“Time to fix this broken dick.” He smirked before clicking on the search bar and pulling up the hottest straight porn he could find. It didn’t take long for Kent to find countless incredible videos of beautiful big breasted bimbo’s shaking their tits and fingering their wet pussies. Their feminine moans were like music to his ears. He glanced down at his cock as he started jerking it. “See? This is what you’re supposed to get excited about.” He said seemingly to no one but his own stolen dick as he returned his attention to the hot chicks on the screen. “Tits and pussy.”

The first few times he jacked off he found it tough to get fully hard due to his current body’s innate gay urges. Thankfully it got easier with each load he busted to the sight of huge tits. Almost like he was shooting out this body’s homosexuality in small doses with each orgasm. This of course only spurred Kent on more. Jerking off Henry’s once gay dick to the thought and sight of women every single night. After that it wasn’t long before the coach had fully conditioned his new cock to get incredibly hard at the sight of women and only women. He was proud to finally have a straight dick again that craved tits and pussy, like he believed all men should have.

But what happened to the real Henry during all this? Well his soul was cursed to be suppressed and trapped inside his own mind. He could see and hear everything but had zero control over what Coach Kent did and said with his body. Kent was in the driver's seat permanently. Henry tried to fight it but there was nothing he could do. Only being able to watch and feel as Kent forced him to workout and be an asshole to his friends. Forced to be a spectator as Kent redecorated his bedroom by ripping down the Star Wars posters in favour of putting up posters of footballers and women in skimpy bikinis. The Coach even went as far as to sell Henry’s comic collection and figures to make money and room for some new weights and home exercise equipment.

“Maybe I can make something outta this shitty body and life after all.” Kent would comment, looking at all the changes he’d made for the better so far. He still had a long way to go if he wanted to transform Henry’s life into the alpha male jock life he’d wanted to relive but it was a good start.

———

Jumping back to the present, Kent had finally gotten his new body into pretty decent shape with some good muscle and size showing. He managed to fill out most of the clothes that’d been baggy on Henry before and some he’d even had to trade for a size larger. His biceps were showing at last and his pecs were starting to come in nicely. Henry's once skinny legs were now looking a fair bit meatier. Not to mention his back and shoulders looking noticeably broader, giving him a far more masculine build. Naturally he still wanted to get much bigger but at least now he felt as though he could look in the mirror and see a real man staring back at him.

In this time he’d even signed up to the college football team at the start of the academic year where he was able to make some new bro friends. Though it a little strange for a couple reasons. One being that most of his new bros were players that he used to Coach before the takeover. The other reason being that most of them also used to bully the old Henry and make fun of him and his former queer friends. That said they gave Kent a hard time at first. Not that Kent minded. If anything he was glad that the young jocks he used to coach weren’t going easy on someone they believed to be a worthless faggot. It showed that he’d done a good job at raising them to be real men as well. And it also meant that he’d have to prove himself to them.

The attitudes of the other jocks began to turn around sooner than he expected. Mostly thanks to seeing the sudden shift in Henry’s attitude to become a jock like them. It wasn’t long before they started to admit how they were actually pretty impressed by the gains he’d made and that he was maybe cooler than they’d originally given him credit for. Especially now that he’d stopped hanging around those losers he was with before. What had earned their respect the most however was how well Kent played on the field with them during practice. By all accounts Henry should’ve been a complete amateur but with Kent in the driver's seat he had decades worth of experience that allowed him to keep pace with the other jocks.

Once again through it all the real Henry was helpless as he watched himself be transformed into even more of a typical straight jock with everyday that passed. Being forced to watch himself become ‘bros’ with the other jocks that he detested. Fist bumping and bro hugging them whenever he saw them whether it be at the gym, football practice or elsewhere on campus. He’d even been forced to use the same kind of dumb brotalk that all the jocks used. And of course joining in alongside them as they hurled homophobic insults towards the types of people he’d have been great friends with before. It was torturous!

The most torturous part for Henry however was the way Kent saw Women. He constantly found himself disgusted at the way Kent used his voice to talk about ‘hot chicks’ to his new bros. Describing how fat their tits and asses were to them and how he’d wanted to bend them over rail their tight pussies. Henry was disgusted at hearing the words leave his mouth. He would never have agreed with objectifying women like this. Yet now he found himself unwillingly staring at the huge racks of any sexy babes around the campus and feeling his bulge growing at the sight.

Tonight however was the night both Coach Kent had been waiting for and Henry had been dreading. Since getting into much better shape, girls around the campus had begun to take interest in the new, confident jock on the football team. Noticing this, Kent thought it was about time to shoot his shot and landed the number of one of the art students Talia. She had a reputation of being one of the “hottest chicks on campus” so when the other Jocks heard they all crowded around ‘Henry’ while jumping and cheering for him. That certainly boosted Kent’s ego for the first time in a while since taking his new body.

After a couple dates, Talia was finally coming over to Henry’s place for the night and wouldn’t you know it before long the two began pulling off each other's clothes. On the inside Henry was cringing, wanting nothing more than for this to stop and take back control of his body and life. Unfortunately on the outside his cock was rock hard as Kent was busily sucking on Talia’s tits while massaging and fingering her pussy like a pro.

“Oh my godddd…” Talia whined lustfully. “Where’d you learn how to touch a girl like that?” She asked between bated breaths. Going on to imply that no other guy she’d been with had been nearly this good at pleasuring her.

“Dunno.” Kent shrugged with a sly smirk. “Just instinct I guess.” He answered playfully before burying his face between her tits again, of course not revealing that in reality he had many decades worth of experience.

Henry’s protest became more and more frantic as things started to heat up. He was begging for it to stop when Talia wrapped her lips around his cock and began to stop but the only things that left his mouth were the soft grunts that the Coach let out. But when the busty college girl laid herself out on the bed, legs spread eagerly, Henry was reduced to screaming ‘NO! NO! NO!’ Over and over again. But his protests fell on deaf ears as they always did. Completely powerless to stop Kent as he their cock up with Talia’s slick entrance. And for the first time in his life, Henry felt himself plunge his cock deep inside a wet welcoming pussy.

“Fuuuuuuckkkk yeahhhhhhhh…” Kent growled at the familiar feeling. Also enjoying the subtle differences in how it felt fucking with a different cock to his previous one.

Henry tried his best to fight against it. To rebel and protest but nothing worked. He couldn’t even stop himself from moaning internally at the feeling of being inside a pussy. After all he could still feel all the same pleasure as Coach Kent pumped in and out rhythmically while groaning out in Henry’s noticeably deeper voice. The thrusts grew faster and more aggressive as the two changed positions a couple times. It wasn’t until Kent had already fucked Talia so good that she’d orgasms all over his dick that he could feel a load welling up in his balls. Something Henry was terrified about. Yet, a few more powerful thrusts and a long groan later, Henry found himself being forced to do something he never thought he would. Pumping a tight pussy nice full with his thick potent load.

In that moment something changed. The Coach was still in complete control but suddenly the real Henry found his mind linking up to Kent’s. Like the act of breeding a woman had left them both in such bliss, whether the real Henry had wanted it or not, that it allowed them to become truly intertwined. After that Henry found himself in a daze internally as Kent’s very soul weaved itself around Henry’s, corrupting him slowly but surely.

‘Maybe I like pussy after all…’ Henry would soon start to think, oblivious to what was happening to him. ‘Maybe being a football jock isn’t so bad…’ Tye corruption would spread as his old sense of sense began to dwindle. Little did he know that soon his individuality would be wiped without a trace. His consciousness would become like a mirror to Coach Kent’s until Henry was more than happy to go along with anything Kent had them do. Whether that be sports, joining the fraternity and fucking busty bimbo’s left and right.

And after that Henry would be consumed entirely, leaving only Kent and his new body…

[deoccchi]

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

[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

[shopwitchvamp]

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

[lace-sutures]

MEOW

i really wonder what i see in him sometimes

[prismatiger]

Random SU practice doodles (closeup of text under cut)

[corruptedcaps]

The Bitch Box

Gina tiptoed into her stepmom’s walk in closet, heart racing. Her stepmom, Veronica, was everything Gina wasn’t. Gorgeous, confident, and ruthlessly cruel. Veronica had made Gina’s life miserable since she’d moved in, always quick with a sharp comment about her appearance or a snide remark about her lack of friends.

Gina wasn’t supposed to be in here, but she was looking for something, anything to convince her dad to leave the bitch.

As she pushed aside the rows of designer clothes, something caught her eye. It was a black box with a black tag hanging from it that read ‘Regina’. She knew instantly it was from Veronica, only she used her full name. A name she abhorred hearing, even reading it made her shiver in disgust.

Gina worried that Veronica knew that she would be snooping around and left the box as some sort of message but then again her birthday was coming up soon. Veronica had never been the gift giving type but Gina had to know what was in the box. Taking it barely out of the closet it, she lay it on her parents big bed.

As she slowly lifted the lid she prepared herself for the worst. Maybe it would be some diet pills, maybe it would be a coupon for a salon, an insult masked as a gift. However of all the things she expected she was surprised to see a pair of tight black latex pants.

Intrigued, Gina reached out, her fingers just grazing the smooth material when, without warning, the pants sprang to life.

They coiled around her hand, slithering up her arm like a snake. Gina gasped, trying to pull away, but the pants had a mind of their own. They slithered down her torso and wrapped around her legs.

Gina’s heart pounded as the latex pants tightened around her legs, clinging with an unnatural force. Panic surged through her, and she immediately tried to pull them off, her hands frantically grasping at the slick material. But the pants seemed to have a life of their own, resisting her every effort, fusing with her jeans in a way that was both terrifying and mesmerizing.

“No! This isn’t right!” She gasped, yanking harder, but the pants only gripped tighter, inching up her thighs and forcing her hips to curve seductively. Her initial panic began to mingle with something else, an unexpected thrill that sent shivers down her spine. She could feel them reshaping her, every twist and pull of the latex transforming her body into something new, something… sexy.

Each squeeze sent a wave of heat through her body, starting in her legs but quickly spread upwards. It was a tingling sensation that left her skin humming with energy.

Her stomach was next to change as all fat evaporated, giving her a perfectly flat and toned tummy. She had seen girls in her school spend months in the gym to achieve such a look.

She didn’t have time to dwell on it as the day from her stomach moved upwards and merge with her modest boobs. She watched in disbelief as her tits began to swell, becoming fuller, more pronounced. The pants were seemingly moulding her body into something more undeniably alluring, almost predatory.

As the changes continued, Gina’s resistance faltered. “No… I need to stop this…” She whispered, but even as the words left her lips, a part of her wasn’t so sure anymore. The fear was still there, but it was quickly being overtaken by a strange sense of exhilaration.

Her hair, once wild and frizzy, straightened into silky waves that cascaded down her back. She reached up to touch it, marveling at the luxuriously sleek texture. “This… feels... mmmm so fucking amazing.” She murmured, her voice becoming smoother, more seductive. Her hands had moved from trying to rip the pants off to instead roaming them over her new body.

She could see her reflection in the mirror now, the girl staring back at her was almost unrecognizable. She looked wickedly sexy, with a hint of danger in her eyes.

Gina’s fingers brushed against her lips as they plumped up. The sharp, polished nails that had replaced her bitten ones made her smile with a newfound confidence. Thick makeup covered her face and dark eyeliner gave her a look that could kill. The initial urge to fight was waning, replaced by a growing sense of entitlement.

The more the pants changed her, the more she found herself enjoying it. The power, the beauty, the seductive allure, it all felt so right, so intoxicating. The fear and resistance that had gripped her at the start dissolved into a deep, self-assured arrogance.

Gina’s lips curled into a wicked smile. “Why was I fighting this? I feel so fucking hot and amazing.” She purred, her voice filled with satisfaction. She struck a pose, admiring the way the pants clung to her now-perfect form. The transformation was complete, and she had never felt more alive.

Gina couldn’t stop staring at her reflection. She turned slowly, letting her hands glide over her newly transformed body. “Look at me, I’m… perfect.” She gloated, her voice laced with awe. She ran a hand down her chest, feeling the firm curves that the latex had sculpted.

She struck a pose, arching her back slightly, one hand on her hip. “All those girls at school, with their cheap makeup and tacky clothes… they’re nothing compared to me. How pathetic they must seem now, trying so hard and failing so miserably.” She purred, her lips curling into a satisfied smile.

Her eyes gleamed with a dangerous confidence as she stepped closer to the mirror, her gaze sharp and cold. “They’re beneath me, all of them. From now on, I’ll be the one they look up to. The one they envy. The one they fear.” She said, her voice dripping with disdain.

Looking over to the box she spied there was still more in it. With a grin she took out a leather jacket and a pair of expensive Louboutins. Knowing what the pants did, she eagerly held out her arms and the jacket leapt up and snaked up them. She slipped seamlessly into the leather material as it complimented the pants perfectly.

She sat on the bed and held her feet out. The shoes jumped out and snugly fit onto her feet. Standing back up she gazed at her completed form with a self satisfaction she had never experience. It was intoxicating.

Gina smirked, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she struck another pose, reveling in her newfound power. “I’m not just better, I’m superior. And they’ll all learn that soon enough.” She declared, her voice tinged with arrogance.

As Gina admired her transformed reflection, the door creaked open, and Veronica stepped into the room, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She took in the sight of Gina, now exuding a wicked allure, and a sly smile spread across her lips.

“Well, look who’s found her birthday present a bit early.” Veronica said, her tone dripping with mock surprise.

Gina turned to face her, a mixture of confusion and curiosity flashing in her now-intense gaze. “Birthday present? You did this?”

Veronica chuckled, sauntering closer. “Of course, darling. I was getting tired of having such a pathetic stepdaughter, someone who couldn’t even stand up for herself, let alone command the attention she deserves. But I knew the bitch box could help.”

“The bitch box?” Gina echoed, a mix of intrigue and wariness in her voice. Veronica stepped over to the bed and picked up the now empty box sitting there and put the lid on.

Veronica’s eyes sparkled with a dark satisfaction. “It fulfills the owner’s darkest desires and gives them what they need to become a true bitch. Inside your box were those stunning latex pants, the leather jacket that’s now molding to your curves, and the heels that give you that perfect strut. Everything you needed to unlock your true potential.” She explained, her voice low and enticing.

Gina glanced down at her outfit, admiring how her new body fit it perfectly. She flexed her fingers, admiring the sharpness of her nails, and felt a rush of power and confidence surge through her.

“So, you planned all of this?” Gina asked, her voice tinged with both awe and a newfound edge.

Veronica nodded, her smile widening. “I knew you had it in you. I knew Regina was inside you waiting to be unleashed. You just needed a little push. Now look at you. You’re everything I wanted in a daughter. Strong, beautiful, and above all, utterly ruthless.”

Gina’s lips curled into a smirk. The resistance she had felt earlier was completely gone, replaced by a thrilling sense of destiny. Hearing her full name no longer filled her with disgust. It filled her with evil pride. Gina was a loser nobody, Regina was everything. She never wanted to go back.

Regina turned fully to face Veronica, a sly smile spreading across her newly enhanced lips. “Thank you, Mommy.” She purred, her voice dripping with the seductive confidence that now defined her. The word "Mommy" rolled off her tongue naturally, with a warmth and affection she’d never felt before. Veronica wasn’t just her stepmother anymore. She was her true mother, the one who had unlocked her potential.

Veronica’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she heard the new name, and she reached out to gently cup Regina’s chin. “That’s my girl. You’re everything I wanted you to be. My perfect bitchy daughter.” She said, her voice full of pride.

Regina nodded, her eyes full of eager anticipation. “What next?” She asked, her tone laced with excitement and a newfound hunger for more.

Veronica’s smile widened as she handed over the sleek, black box that had started it all. “Whatever you desire, darling.” She said, her voice a whisper of dark promise.

With a sense of purpose, Regina took the bitch box and carefully opened it, her breath catching as she saw what lay inside. A pair of designer sunglasses, sleek and impossibly chic, resting atop the velvet lining. They weren’t there before but they were the perfect final touch to her transformation.

Regina lifted the sunglasses from the box, admiring their expensive design. They were the perfectly haughty item to finish her spoilt brat look. She slipped them on and felt the world shift through their tinted lenses.

“How do I look mommy?” Regina said as she admired herself in the irritating some more.

Veronica watched her with pride. “You look spectacular, my dear. You’ll always be my little princess but it’s time you claimed your place as Queen at school.”

Regina smirked, the sunglasses perfectly complementing her new look. “Oh, I will, Mommy. I will.”

Without another word Regina strutted out of the room and down the stairs. Veronica walked over to the window and looked at the black sports car wrapped in a red ribbon parked in the driveway. She waited with bated breath for Regina to walk out. The box would always provide for Regina but Veronica still wanted to spoil her new daughter.

THE END

[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.

[evermorethecrow]

Randomly remembered I never showed off this painting I made, the proportions and framing are wack but acrylic is a tricky bitch

[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