#corrupted shoes

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The Corrupted Daughter

Finally after long last here is the follow up to this year's MARCH MADNESS winner The Corrupted Queen. Enjoy!

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Abigail strode loudly through her vast facility and ignored the various bowing her lowly employees were giving her. She usually loved basking in their sycophantic behaviour but right now she was majorly pissed off.

Slamming the door of her cavernous office shut, she approached her large ornate mirror and took a moment to look at her perfect reflection. It had been nearly 20 years since the various corrupted objects that now adorned her body had escaped from their cages and transformed her from a nobody scientist into the formidable queen bitch she was now. Despite the passage of time, the evil that powered her allowed her to remain unchanged, a vision of leather, latex and lethal power.

“Mirror where is Lilith, where is my daughter?” Abigail finally said having reminisced enough. Her reflection began to swirl and turn black. Over the years she had acquired many new artifacts that she absorbed in some way shape or form but some objects like the mirror could not be assimilated for obvious reason. However, that didn’t mean they were of no use to her.

An image began to reveal itself in the mirror, blurry at first and growing steadily sharper until she recognized it as the facility she was in. It showed the black windowless building from the outside with the name “QA” in giant white letters along the side. Of course most people assumed it was a company called Quality Assurance, but everyone who worked for her knew it meant Queen Abigail.

“This is it? Nothing more specific? I should have the metal department melt you down.” Abigail said disdainfully.

“I’m sorry my Queen but as you know your daughter is immune to-” The mirror began to speak but Abigail quickly cut it off.

“You don’t need to remind me.” Abigail said with a tone that told the mirror not to say another word. Abigail sighed annoyedly as she walked to her desk.

Each day her daughter was testing her patience. Abigail had once hoped that Lilith would one day stand side by side with her and rule together as a powerful combination but that idea was dashed when she tried to give her her first corrupted item at the age of thirteen.

Lilith had embraced being a spoilt brat for the first twelve years of her life in a way that made Abigail immensely proud. Lilith herself was looking forward to getting her first of what she assumed would be many corrupted items.

“Mommy what will this allow me to do?” Lilith said as she eagerly took the corrupted necklace from her mother.

“You’ll be able to make any boy your age your puppet. It’s just a small taste of the power you’ll-” Abigail had said but was cut short by a her daughter screaming. The necklace was heating up fast and Abigail barely got it off Lilith before it exploded.

At first Abigail thought it was sabotage and she had many members of her team tortured to find the truth but when she gifted a new item to Lilith and the same thing happened it was clear something else was at play.

In a cruel twist of irony for the Queen of Corruption, her daughter was immune to very same evil magic that fuelled Abigail’s rise to power. Abigail tried to console her daughter but as the weeks and months followed, Lilith grew bitter and resentful of all corruption. Before long it morphed into hatred directed at her mother.

The following years Lilith grew further from Abigail, rejecting her bratty life she had once loved. She became a kinder more gentler person. She started slowly destroying the many corrupted artifacts stored in the building. She soon went by ‘Lily’, feeling ‘Lilith’ was too evil sounding.

By the age of fifteen she had fled her home and found solace in the underground rebels that fought Abigail. With Lily on their side it became even easier to destroy the corrupted objects that Abigail sought.

Now nearly five years later, Lily was the leader of the rebels and had just destroyed the biggest shipment in the history of Abigail’s company. Abigail’s pressed her fingers next to her temples, her headache growing. She looked at the lockers that adorned her wall, filled with items of corruption she had collected over the years. At least she still had those.

Just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse the doors to her office burst and in strolled her daughter and a small contingent of her army. Abigail looked nonplussed however.

“Hello darling, having a sleepover with some friends are you?” Abigail said sarcastically as she rose lazily from her seat.

“Your tyranny ends today mother!” Lily said confidently. Abigail looked at her daughter with sadness, so much wasted potential.

“Oh does it? Well you might find that a little hard to accomplish when you’re fighting your own men.” Abigail said with a smirk and a flick of her wrist causing one of her many lockers to open. A simple pair of earrings sat inside but with the door now open and Abigail's command, the earrings flew through the air towards Lucy’s lieutenant. They would corrupt him into a formidable bitch under Abigail’s control.

However the man stood steadfast and as the earrings rocketed towards him. A the last second he suddenly produced a small box from behind himself and held it out in front. The earrings flew straight in and he closed the box shut. Abigail was shocked but didn’t let her smirking superiority wane.

“Clever girl aren’t we? Your little capture boxes are cute but my security will be by any second with an overwhelming amount of-” Abigail began.

“Corruption? I don’t think so.” Lucy said with a knowingly smile as she and her men parted, revealing a large stack of boxes behind them. Most were vibrating with the dark corruption inside but all were locked away safely. Abigail look worried for the first time in two decades.

“It’s over, I’m here to free everyone from this wicked evil, including you mom!” Lily said determinedly but Abigail wasn’t about to give up so easily.

With furious rage she started to command all the lockers to open and the various objects flew out towards the formidable army in front of her. Lily's men were too fast however, easily capturing opbject after object, while advancing towards Abigail.

In desperation, Abigail started to remove items from her own body and hurl them at the men. Bracelets, rings, boots, gloves, everything she could send at them she did, even as she felt her power wane by doing so. She knew if she could get just one of them she’d gain the upper hand but Lily had trained them well, they captured item after item with precision as they advanced on her.

Before long she was one the ground, all that was remaining were her notorious corrupted black pigtails. Lily’s men held Abigail down. Lily approached with a box in hand and quickly scooped the tendrils into it. Lily and her men watched as Abigail’s body convulsed and reverted back to her plain form of Abby. Still as young as the day she was corrupted but now lacking any power.

“Lily?…” Abby said groggily.

“That’s right mom, you just rest for now. My men will take care of you and I’ll get started on destroying these.” Lily said compassionately to her weak mother.

Lily stepped over towards the pile of boxes and looked at them dauntingly. There was a lot to get through but it would be all worth it. Opening the box in her hand she grasped the hair. Its strands weaved violently in her hand but Lily knew within a few seconds it would be nothing more than dust.

However when after a few seconds this didn’t happen, Lily instead started to hear a voice in her head.

“Lillllllly. Beautiful and pure Lily. Don’t you remember how good it was to be a spoilt brat? You were being moulded into being a corrupted princess and you loved it. Even now as a rebel you couldn't resist amassing an army of loyal followers. You’ve enjoyed the power haven’t you? Put us out Lily. You were to be a princess but let us make you a queen.” The voice purred.

What no one had expected was that Lily’s power to destroy the evil artifacts was dependent on her mother’s connection to the corruption. With her mother being purged of the evil, Lily’s power was suddenly gone, along with her immunity to being corrupted.

Lily’s breathing grew deeper as the voice of temptation started to overwhelm her. She could feel the hair pulsating in her hand, desperately needing to be set free. It's desire was infectious and Lily found herself starting to stroke the hair lovingly, almost in a trance.

“Wear uuuuuussssss Quuuuuueeeeennnnn Lillllllllttttttthhhhhh.” The voice hissed from the hair that only Lily could hear. Images danced in her head of being wicked and bad, of being all powerful and beautiful. Memories of her youth, of being a bratty bitch were flooding back into her mind making a wicked smile curl up on her lips as her panties became wet.

“Yesssss, it's what I deserve!” Lily purred as the temptation grew too much and she lifted the wig to her head. Letting go of it, she groaned as it snaked its way over her head and buried deep into her scalp.

Throwing her head back she groaned in ecstasy as the wig that was once her mother’s filled her mind with evil and depraved thoughts. A long since buried part of her mind was unlocked.

“Mmmm fuck yesssss! Make me into the wicked hawt slut I was destined to be! All of you!” She yelled as she began picking up box after box, letting the corrupted items out. Each item attacked her body with ferocity, even as it began to change rapidly.

Her breasts heaved and broke out from her small bra but were quickly captured by a tight latex dress. Long talon like nails grew from her fingertips as black latex gloves covered them like a sheath.

“I was denied my birth right for so long! Now I can become the bad bitch I was always meant to be! That I always wanted to be!" She groaned as she used her new power to open the boxes even faster. By the time her men realised what was happening, it was too late. They turned to see their leader had transformed into a wicked reflection of her former self.

“Lily! You must resist-” One of them cried out before Lilith rolled her eyes and commanded a corrupted item, a pair of pink stripper heels, to attack him. They wrapped tightly and quickly around his feet. The corruption slithered up his legs transforming him. Within seconds he had changed into a beautiful babe with big tits and blonde hair. Any conflict in his face melted away into an evil smile.

“Alan? No dude you have to fight it!” One of the other men implored to the new beauty.

“It’s Amber now worm, and why would I fight perfection. Don’t worry Queen Lilith will make you see our way.” The new bitch purred as a pair of earrings flew onto one of the other men. Amber giggled as she watched the man spasm as his body became feminine and beautiful.

Without the boxes to protect them, the men fell one by one to the wicked corruption of Lilith who felt her power increase with each new man she transformed. She could hear their voices in her head and she had full control over them. It was a little overwhelming at first but became more pleasurable as the seconds ticked on.

Abby however used her daughter's distracted mind to quickly slip out of the room unnoticed. Abby had been on the other end of this situation before and knew that Lilith would soon be unsatisfied with her power and would demand more and no one knew more than Abby.

With one last lingering look at her corrupted daughter, Abby vowed to save her family. Meanwhile outside in the dark night, the 'A' on the ominous building changed to an 'L'.

[maladaptivedaydr3amer]

My question is.

Why did we stop making Barty a Ravenclaw, blonde and freckled. Don’t get me wrong I love the punk rock version but the goodie too-shoes easily scared and a wicked genius Ravenclaw version of Barty. I could rant about goodie too-shoes Barty all night to be honest.

[ky-landfill]

"Dunno know why you're so worried, Bruce. Power cuts happen all the time down in the Narrows."

[yesloulou]

Daniel's third and Max's first shoey at the 2016 Malaysian Grand Prix 🍾

[hopipp]

can someone rec me fics where sasuke is just absolutely insane for naruto in the same way naruto is insane for him throughout the entire series?

[munsonfamilyband]

I’ve been rewatching Gravity Falls and Northwest Mansion Mystery is such a steddie coded episode that it’s making me want to do a rewrite with Steve as Pacifica and Eddie as Dipper.

[kai-the-first]

y'all if i was someone in fantasy high i would have started worshipping ankarna so fucking fast

[beautification-tales]

The Bet

The sun was setting over the horizon as Sasha walked down the beach, her bare feet sinking into the soft, warm sand. She couldn't help but feel a sense of dread in the pit of her stomach. Today was the day she was going on a date with Chad. She hated Chad and his macho ways, and she couldn't understand why he wanted to date her in the first place. He was the star quarterback of the football team, and he could have any girl he wanted. But for some reason, he'd set his sights on her.

Sasha remembered making the dare with Chad at a party last month. They were both drunk, and she'd thought it was just a stupid joke. Chad had disrespected her volleyball career every chance he could. “You’re not a winner like me Sasha. You should quit volleyball and let a man like me take care of you.” Chad sneered as Sasha could feel her blood boil.

In a fit of rage, she challenged him to a bet. If her team won the next three games, he would dress as a cheerleader to a volleyball game. But if they lost...she'd have to go on a date with Chad. It was when she sobered up that she realized what a grave mistake she had made.

Against all odds, her team won the next two games. Sasha couldn't believe it when they pulled through. She should have focused on the final game to ensure their victory but she couldn’t help but brag to Chad. “You had to see us win in person huh Chad? I hope you got your cheerleader skirt ready.” She laughed as Chad actually looked a bit nervous.

“It’s crazy how I will dress more girly than you ever have if you win.” Chad responded. Chad was always complaining that Sasha’s tall frame was always covered in sweats when not competing. Sasha frowned in disgust. “Still don’t know how to shut up? How about we make the pot sweeter? Sasha’s overconfidence and desire to put Chad in his place had reached its apex. She was going to silence him and have some fun.

“If my team wins the last game. You can only say how awesome a player I am whenever you see me for a month.” Sasha grinned, sticking her hand out for a handshake.

Chad grabbed her hand with a diabolical look in his eye. “Deal but if you lose. You have to wear an outfit of my choice for our date.” Sasha felt her skin crawl but knew there was no backing out now. She nodded as they shook hands and went their separate ways.

The last game was a close one, with Sasha's team making some costly mistakes. In the end, they lost, sealing Sasha's fate. She felt a mixture of anger and despair as she walked over to Chad after the game. He smirked at her, clearly enjoying this moment. “I’ll see you at the beach at 7 on Saturday.”

Chad’s car pulled up as she stood in the sand watching the sun set. Chad got out and ran over to her. “Beautiful sunset! I think it’s time to make you look just as beautiful! The dress and shoes are in the car. I’ll take a walk and give you a bit of privacy.”

Sasha huffed and turned to the car. She couldn't believe Chad had the nerve to make her wear a dress and heels. She'd never worn anything like this before. She grabbed the red dress, feeling the soft, flowing fabric in her hands. It was shorter than she would have liked, revealing her toned legs and showing off her athletic build. She sighed and then reached for the white heels. They were sky-high, and she wobbled as she stood on them for the first time. She hoped she wouldn't break her ankle.

Chad returned, looking her up and down. He smirked. "Not bad, Sasha. You actually look pretty good in that." She could tell he was enjoying this way too much. "So, what did you have in mind for our date?" she asked sarcastically.

He smiled, still eyeing her up and down. “I’m taking you to a fancy restaurant to impress you of course! Also we have to show off how we match.” Sasha didn’t even notice it before but the pants and sports jacket Chad was wearing matched her heels as his red shirt matched her dress. Sasha shook her head as she got into the car.

“Could you be more obsessed with Miami Vice?” Sasha asked Chad. Chad quickly turned his head and looked her in the eye. “See? That’s why I lo… like talking to you. You’re the first person to notice.”

Sasha noticed how Chad almost said love and she wanted to gag but the compliment made her feel warm as she closed her legs tightly together. The restaurant was not far as it was near the water and had an amazing view of the Moon.

Chad led Sasha by the hand to their reserved table. She felt as if the people were looking at her and Chad. “Why are people looking at us Chad? Did you put a sign on my back or something?” He laughed hard as he shook the table.

“No, they are checking you out because you look amazing. You just need to show a bit of skin and you are the center of attention.” He winked. Sasha adjusted her skirt feeling self conscious but also the same warm sensation returned.

The food was incredible, but Sasha found herself lost in conversation with Chad. She found everything about Chad was charming. The warm feeling persisted throughout her body as she felt her nipples harden. Sasha squeezed her legs together tightly as the warmth became like a fire in between her legs. Sasha licked her lips as she stared at Chad as he talked about his NFL dreams.

She couldn't believe how attracted she was to him. It was like everything about him was just... intoxicating. She couldn't tear her eyes away from him, and she couldn't stop thinking about how his hands felt when they'd shaken hands after the game. She forced herself to focus on the conversation, but her mind kept drifting back to the way he'd looked at her when he'd said she was pretty.

As the night went on, the moon rose higher in the sky, casting a soft, silver glow over the ocean. Chad paid the check and they walked to the car. Chad opened the door for her as she smiled at him.

"Chad, I had a wonderful time tonight. I really thought I would hate it but it was fun," she said, feeling the words pour out of her before she could stop them. He smiled back at her, his eyes sparkling in the moonlight.

The waves crashing against the shore were the only noises filling the air. Sasha felt a strange sense of urgency welling up inside her, like she needed to do something, anything, to relieve this building pressure that seemed to be coming from between her legs. She couldn't take her eyes off of Chad's crotch, wondering if he was as aroused as she was.

As if reading her mind, Chad leaned in close, his warm breath tickling her earlobe. "Is something wrong, Sasha?" he whispered huskily. "You've been staring at me all night." She shook her head, feeling a blush creep up her neck. "No, I... I just..." Before she could finish, he pressed his lips against hers, his tongue darting out to stroke her tongue.

The kiss deepened, and Sasha felt herself melt into him. His hand found its way to her waist, pulling her closer still. With a groan, he leaned her back against the car, his free hand sliding up her thigh, teasing at the hem of her dress. She gasped as his fingers brushed against her bare skin, and arched into his touch.

Their lips parted, and Chad's breath came hot and fast against her neck. "God, you're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. He reached down, undoing his pants, and before Sasha could even register what was happening, his cock was in her hand. She stared at it, fascinated, as her fingers closed around it, feeling its heat and hardness. She took a deep breath, and then slowly began to stroke him, marveling at the way his length and girth filled her hand.

As she stroked, Chad leaned forward, his lips finding her nipple through her dress. He teased it with his tongue, sucking gently as she continued to stroke him. The sensations were overwhelming, and she could feel herself growing wetter by the second. Her heart raced as she considered taking things further. With a shaky breath, she pushed Chad's pants and boxers down to his knees, freeing his cock completely.

She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his in the moonlight, and took a deep breath. Slowly, hesitantly, she leaned forward, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock. The feel of his hot, hard length against her lips sent a shiver through her body, and she could feel her own arousal building even more. Taking another deep breath, she engulfed him, her lips stretching around him as she sucked.

“Oh fuck yes! I’ve dreamed of this night. Finally you’re mine Sasha. You belong to me”

Sasha’s brow curled in confusion as she couldn’t stop sucking.

“See? You can’t even stop now. I bet my cock tastes like candy to you.”

Sasha looked him in the eye as he brushed her hair from her face. She stopped for a moment trying to defy him. She couldn’t resist any longer and began to Bob up and down on his member once more.

“Ungh I fucking love you… I knew these magic heels would do their job. You know…. Unnnh….

I thought I’d never have the chance to use them on you but when you upped the ante…. Fuck!…. I said fuck it.”

Sasha realized it all made sense. All the feelings she had were magically induced upon her. She knew she should be upset but the feelings of pleasure were too strong.

She continued to suck on Chad's cock, feeling her mouth stretch around him as she took more of him deeper into her throat. She moaned around him, her breath hot against his skin. His hands tangled in her hair, urging her to go faster, harder.

“Good girl” Chad groaned as Sasha’s eyes rolled back in orgasmic bliss. Sasha finally felt the willpower to stop sucking as her lips left his cock with a loud pop.

“Please fuck me daddy.” Sasha moaned her eyes wide like a puppy.

Chad smiled down at her as he pulled her up to her feet, his cock still in her hand. He guided her back against the car, positioning his hardness at her entrance. With a rough thrust, he pushed inside her, groaning as he felt her tightness surround him. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he began to move, thrusting in and out of her in a steady rhythm.

Their bodies slapped together, the sounds of their flesh colliding filling the silence of the night. Chad's breath came in ragged gasps as he looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire. "God, you feel so good," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "You know you love this. How everyone saw how sexy you are. Fuck you make my cock so hard.”

Sasha arched her back, pressing herself against him as he continued to thrust. The sensation of being filled by him was overwhelming, but in the best possible way. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his shoulders as she urged him on. "More, daddy," she whispered, her voice shaking with need. "I want all of you."

He groaned, his thrusts becoming rougher as he obeyed her demand. His hips slammed into hers, driving his cock deeper inside her with each stroke. She could feel the wetness between them, their bodies moving together in perfect synchronicity. Their breath mingled in the air, hot and heavy, as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment.

As Chad's pace increased, Sasha threw her head back, arching her back further, meeting his thrusts with her own. The sensation of being so completely filled by him was overwhelming, but in the best possible way. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving marks as she held on tight, her legs wrapped around his waist.

"That's it, baby," he growled, his breath hot against her ear. "Let daddy have what he wants." His hips slammed into hers again and again, his cock hitting her sweet spot with each thrust. The car rocked beneath them, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that was as primal as it was erotic.

Sasha felt her climax building, her inner muscles clenching around Chad's cock. Her nails dug into his shoulders, urging him deeper, harder. "Chad...," she moaned, her voice strained. "I'm... I'm... going to..."

He could feel it too, her body tensing, her muscles gripping him tightly. With a final, powerful thrust, he drove himself as deep inside her as he could go, his hips meeting her ass as he released his seed. Her walls milked his cock, her orgasm washing over them both in a wave of pleasure.

Their bodies trembled together, their chests heaving as they tried to catch their breath. The night air was cool against their sweaty skin, but they were too lost in the afterglow of their passion to care. Sasha rested her head on Chad's shoulder, her legs still wrapped around his waist, feeling his cock twitch inside her as it began to soften.

“I… I think I love wearing heels.” Sasha said

[bigtiefsart]

POV you’re a cultist of the absolute and this guy is about to ruin your day

[simm-mouse]

Random blue doodles💙

The last one is a redraw of this one I made over half a year ago

[starrysharks]

zeno's ultimate pokemiku tierlist ⁉️(it's all his opinion and he loves them all regardless⁉️)

[corruptedcaps]

Contraband

"Miss Black, how many times have you been told you that running shoes are not part of our uniform?" said the kind but stern Principal Kent, catching Kelly between classes. "I know, sir, but my shoes were taken by the other girls, Samantha and her gang. I only have my trainers left."

Kent looked at her, still stern, but a flicker of empathy registered in his face. "One of these days, Kelly, you're going to have to stand up to them. You need to be more aggressive. For now, here take this key, it will get you into the confiscation room, there is surely to be a pair of shoes in there you can borrow. Quickly now!" he said hoping no one would see his obvious favouritism to Kelly.

Kelly nodded, feeling the weight of isolation as she walked down the corridor. Bullied and friendless, the boarding school seemed like a never-ending maze of hostility. As she entered the contraband room, she wondered if there would ever be a day when she could break free from the clutches of Samantha and her gang.

Kelly scoured the room, scanning through a sea of forgotten and illicit items. She passed a whole host of things that ranged from cigarettes all the way to dildos. There seemed to be items from every decade in there.

Finally her eyes fell upon the box marked 'shoes.' Inside, an array of styles and vintage greeted her, but one pair seized her attention immediately. Sky high white stilettos, barely acceptable within the dress code, beckoned her. These were shoes she would have never considered before; too sexy, too trashy, she thought, for her plain, boring body.

And yet something about them was nearly daring her to try them, to step outside her comfort zone. Hesitant, Kelly pulled the stilettos from the box. As she ran her fingers along the shiny material them, a rebellious spark ignited within her. Perhaps it was time for a change, a departure from the identity imposed on her by Samantha and her gang. She tried them on, the unfamiliar sensation of height and confidence taking hold.

She unsteadily walked a few feet to a nearby lengthwise mirror and took in her reflection. The shoes looked ridiculous on her, her messy hair, glasses and oversized clothes clashed immediately with the shoes. She cursed to herself. For even thinking they might look good on her.

However as she reached down to take them off the stilettos suddenly seemed to tighten around her feet of their own accord. A strange sensation washed over her, making her lightheaded. Dark purple wisps wafted off the shoes, swirling up her legs and around her body. The room crackled with an energy both electric and foreboding.

Kelly gasped as the purple cloud shot into her mouth and slithered down her throat making her cough. Despite the discomfort she felt a most pleasurable sensation start in her stomach and radiate outwards. She felt her very bones creak and her skin stretch and go taut in equally measure. Her body somehow changing.

The shoes, now snug against her feet, seemed to sculpt her legs, elongating them with an ethereal elegance. Her posture shifted, adopting a more defiant stance that hinted at newfound confidence. The curves of her silhouette became more pronounced, as if the magic sought to highlight a beauty that had long been overlooked.

“Ohhh god what’s happening to me? I feel so… nasty.” She groaned as the changes continued.

Her clothing, seemingly touched by the same mystical forces, clung to her transformed figure with a provocative allure. The ordinary uniform tightened around her increasingly shrinking stomach. Her shirt tied up at the middle to expose her new flat midriff and to act as a bra for her now bigger tits. The once modest knee length skirt shortened to a length that would expose her privates with the most subtle of breezes.

The very thought would have made Kelly blush previously but was now turning her on. So much so that she was delighted when she felt her underwear dissolve away leaving her pussy bare.

“Oh fuck yes it’ll be so much easier to fuck studs like this. Oh god what am I saying? That’s not the kind of girl I am! Mmmm but I could be.” She groaned in pleasure.

Her messy brunette locks underwent a startling change, gradually transitioning to a lustrous and thick mane, gaining several inches in height as if was made of hairspray.

Simultaneously, fake nails snapped on her fingers. As if guided by an unseen hand, they took on a polished white sheen to match her new shoes. Finally her skin took on a bronzed fake tan look from head to toe and thick sexy makeup covered her face.

As Kelly eyed herself in the mirror, a personality crystallized in her mind. The girl staring back at her wasn’t some delicate well spoken wallflower who bent to the orders of anyone, not least Samantha and her clique of stuck up princesses.

No, Kelly was now a girl who did whatever she wanted and fuck the consequences. She was a trashy bitch who lived for life’s pleasure’s. A wicked grin crept across her face. "Fuck, look at me now, I’m proper changed, innit? No more being the soft target for those posh sluts. I feel so nasty and mean, I fuckin’ love it!"

She played with her thick hair, and started chewing on gum that had somehow appeared in her mouth. "Gone from plain Jane to a fuckin' babe. Never thought I'd look so good as slutty chav."

Her eyes glinted with a rebellious fire. "Those slag bullies won't know what to do with me. I'm not a fuckin’ pushover anymore.” She laughed to herself as she picked up the box of cigarettes she had seen earlier and sparked up on.

She breathed in deep its smoke, letting it coat her lungs. She blew a perfect ring as if she had done it a thousand times. She ran her fingers along the shelves of the room pocketing or wearing anything that caught her eye. She quickly lost track of time and ignored the bell ring signalling the end of class.

She was just eying a huge dildo when Principal Kent, concerned by Kelly's prolonged absence, entered the room with a purpose. However, as his eyes fell upon the transformed figure before him, shock and disbelief painted his features. "Kelly, what in the world..."

She looked at him first like the authorial figure he was and was about to scowl but then something started to grow inside of her, a sudden lust. Kelly had always been fond of Kent and that fondness had transformed into a newfound need to fuck him. She couldn’t help but salivate at the thought of tasting his dick and making him cum inside her. She stubbed her cigarette on the ground with her new heels and walked over to him like a panther.

She walked past his open mouthed stance and closed the door. With a turn of the lock she sealed the two of them in. She put her hands behind her butt and arched her back at him, pushing out her cleavage. Kent gulped.

“Ohhhh sir, I’m so glad you came, I got locked in here by mistake. You’re my knight in shining armour.” She said with a dangerous smile as she slowly approached him. He backed away into a shelf, pinned in by the new Kelly.

“Miss Black, I think we need to find you some help, why don’t we…” He began nervously.

Her wicked grin cut through his words as she stood confidently in his path. "Principal Kent, no need for help. I’ve learned the one thing you’ve always said I needed to be. Aggressive. And call me Kelly, babe."

In a bold move, Kelly seized Principal Kent by the head, pulling him into a deep and unexpected kiss. As their lips met, the magic within her stomach rose up and out her mouth entering Kent’s body. Kelly pulled back from their kiss and found Kent to be in a sort of trance.

“Well isn’t this a surprise?” Kelly said waving her hand in front of his face to no reaction while tasting the lingering magic on her lips. Smirking to herself she undid his belt buckle and let his pants slide to the floor. Pulling his underwear down she was dismayed to find a fairly insignificant penis staring back at her.

“Let’s see what my slutty magic mouth can do about this.” She grinned as she wrapped her pink lips around his cock and began sucking. To her delight she felt it grow larger in her mouth. However Kent seemed to break from his trance by her slurping but rather than stop her he grabbed her hair and guided his cock in and out of her mouth.

“Oh fuck yes you dirty slag, suck my big cock. Oh what am I saying? What are you doing to me.” He groaned in confusion but finding it hard to stop himself. Kelly looked up at him with satisfied dirty look on her face as she watched the magic start to spiral out from her mouth, down his shaft and infect the rest of his body.

His body began to bulk outwards along his arms and legs, becoming strong and muscular. His flabby middle aged stomach sucked in and became a toned six pack. He aged backwards, going from his 40 something self into an 18 year old hunk with a stylish haircut and chiselled jaw line. His muted suit turned into one of the school uniforms that barely contained his new bulging form.

He couldn’t help but look at himself in the mirror as Kelly continued to suck him off. He flexed his muscles and practiced a scowl. Like Kelly before him he found a new persona emerge the more he looked at his reflection. One that was mean, cruel and loved to bully. The only thing he loved more was his bitchy girlfriend Kelly.

He felt his huge dick start to spasm as he let the new personality take over, he was about to cum but Kelly had other plans. Pulling his dick out of her mouth she started to stroke it slowly as she stood up and slipped her wet pussy onto it. They both moaned in unison as she did.

“Ohhhh fuck babe I don’t know what you did to me but I fucking love it. I feel like such a bastard now.” He grinned.

“Stop bloody talking will ya and fuck me!” She said with a cheeky grin as he lifted her off the ground and pushed her against a wall. She groaned in ecstasy Ashe rammed his member into her wanting pussy again and again.

“Cum in me you fucking bastard!” She groaned loudly that she was sure most of school would hear. Kent obliged by thrusting long and hard into her. The magic that she had imparted on him was now re-entering her body. With each drop of cum coming in Kent started to revert back to his older form.

“No! No! What’s happening to me?” Kent cried out as he slowly dropped Kelly to the ground unable to hold her with his weaker arms. Kelly smirked to herself as she watched Kent turn completely back to his normal self.

“Sorry babe, but the magic likes to come back to me, I can’t help it can I? But tell you what, you be a good little principal and let me do whatever the fuck I want and we can make this a daily thing. Deal?” She said as she toyed with her hair.

Kent looked at her tight body and her sexy smile and knew he would do anything she asked. Anything to feel strong again and anything to feel her warm pussy again. He nodded. With that Kelly disappeared into the shelves to retrieve something.

“Good. First things first, the uniform code doesn’t apply to me anymore got it? I can wear whatever the fuck I want from know on got it?” She called out from deep in the room.

“Oh I don’t think I can do that, it will be obvious favouritism….” He started but trailed off as Kelly emerged dressed in a new outfit. He gulped and felt his dick get instantly hard.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m going to be your new student liaison, or something proper like that, so I’ll need to stand out from the rest of school or make up whatever excuse you want I don’t fucking care. Either way we’re going to be spending a lot more time together and you’re going to help me rule this dump. Aren’t you babe?” She said more as a statement of fact than a request.

She didn’t need to sink to her knees and suck him off again but she had gotten so horny thinking about what a mean bitchy queen chav she was going to be that she wanted big strong Kent back and Kent wasn’t going to argue.

THE END

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Day 18

Rouge my beloved-

Seriously though, I'm really liking how this series is going so far and I'm having a lot of fun doing these like album covers.

My whole idea behind the character distribution was basically SA2 Hero Story v.s. SA2 Dark Story, which I thought worked out really nicely. I also like the different art style (detached shapes) that I'm using, so I'll be continuing with that for these posts.

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@chaosverse-mainblog @lilybug-02 Here's the Design for our little emotionless Player Vessel/Protagonist of Undertale, Frisk! While the Protector of the Timeline AU focuses primarily on the relationship between Chara and Player, Frisk, Along with Sans make up the rest of the team! She is a 5-year-old Korean American child who is adopted by the Dreemurrs in the Pacifist Ending that makes way for the After Ending Arc of the AU.

I love them so much! I always seen Frisk in overalls and a sweater a little too big for them... 

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Doodles of my Dreamtale AU (first mentioned here but I have lots more updated art posted) because it has a hold on me again and I just scrapped practically the entire story lol.

Also here's a possible adult Papyrus design. If Sans gets extra appendages and a fucked up eye, so does Papyrus. I don't make the rules lmao.

This au's story got so big and so messy and I really haven't been able to find a way to put it all together in a way I'm satisfied with, so the story is going to be much closer to the og undertale story with a lot of stuff reworked in the setting and with certain characters' stories and whatnot.