#evil bitch

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Travel Size: Alex

This is a sequel to my last story, Travel Size. Enjoy!

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Alex waited impatiently for the bus while refreshing the social media feeds on her phone.

"Thank god, they're still partying." Alex said to herself as she watched a newly posted video on Becky's Instagram. In the video Becky, Cassie and Bianca were all dancing in a club surrounded by hot guys. A part of Alex was jealous but a stronger part of her was thankful that the newly made bitches were keeping themselves distracted.

It had only been a few hours since Alex had witnessed her best friends be turned into evil reflections of themselves. She couldn’t shake the horrifying images of Becky, Bianca, and Cassie transforming into arrogant, wicked versions of themselves.

That was why Alex was waiting on a bus. She needed to get back to college and more specifically she needed to get to Amber's sorority and find whatever regular sized vibrator she had and destroy it. If the travel size could create bitches like Becky and her friends, she shudder to think what a full sized one could unleash.

She didn’t even know if Amber owned a larger one or where she would keep it but she knew once it dawned on Becky that one could exist, then she would stop at nothing to get it. Alex had to destroy it.

After giving up on the bus, Alex hitchhiked most of the way back to their college town and finally arrived at Amber’s sorority house just after 5pm. It was an imposing, over-the-top building, complete with pristine landscaping and a giant Greek-lettered sign on the front but it was also empty thanks to the out of state cheerleading finals. Alex’s heart hammered as she climbed the steps to the door.

As she went to grab the handle of the door it suddenly swung open to reveal the tall, chiseled frame of a guy with sharp green eyes and attractively messy brown hair. Alex knew him as Amber’s trust fund boyfriend Max. His gaze swept over Alex, skeptical and faintly amused.

“Who are you?” He asked, his voice smooth and confident.

Alex stammered, trying to think of a plausible excuse. “Uh… hi, I’m one of your girlfriend’s friends. I, um, left something in her room the last time I was here.”

He smirked faintly. “You’re one of Becky’s friends?” He didn’t even try to hide his disbelief.

Alex panicked, it was worse than she thought. The vibrator had somehow warped reality so Amber wasn’t the top bitch on campus, Becky was. Alex figured she was spared from the memory of this new reality because she was present during its formation. But, she thought, this new world could work in her advantage.

“Okay, okay. The truth is… Becky’s not exactly my friend, not anymore. We used to be friends but then she decided I was better off being her victim. She makes me do her homework. And on the last assignment, I forgot to take my name off it. If she finds out, I’m dead.”

His smirk grew. “So, she’s your bully?”

Alex nodded earnestly, leaning into her pitiful act. “Yeah. Please, I just need to fix it before she gets back. I swear, I’ll be quick.”

He studied her for a long moment, then sighed, stepping aside. “Fine. But make it fast. Becky will kill me if she finds out I let you in.”

Alex rushed past him, her heart pounding. The sorority house was even more intimidating on the inside, filled with pristine furniture, expensive décor, and an air of unearned superiority. She climbed the grand staircase, the sound of her sneakers echoing against the marble floors, and found Becky’s room at the end of the hall.

It was just as she’d imagined, pink and white with designer everything. The bed was piled high with silk pillows, and the vanity sparkled with countless beauty products. Pictures showing Becky, Cassie and Bianca adorned the walls. Alex moved quickly to the nightstand, opening the drawer and rummaging through it until her fingers brushed against something cold and smooth.

She pulled it out and froze. There it was. Amber’s, now Becky’s, full-sized pink vibrator. It was twice the size of the one Becky had used, and its shiny surface gleamed ominously in the dim light. The words ‘Mega-Bitch’ embossed on its surface. Alex didn’t know why, but she knew if she destroyed it everything would go back to normal.

She picked it up carefully, her hands trembling. It looked so absurdly normal, for a vibrator, and yet it radiated an eerie power she could almost feel. She turned it over, inspecting it as if expecting it to spring to life.

“Okay, Alex.” She whispered to herself. “Just snap it in half. Do it. Right now.”

But as she tightened her grip, her eyes caught her reflection in the massive mirror over Becky’s dresser.

She froze. The mirror reflected every insecurity she had tried to ignore. Her plain, unremarkable features, her frizzy hair, her uneven skin, her awkward posture. She looked every bit the nobody she felt she was, standing in the middle of a room that belonged to someone who had everything.

Her breath hitched. The vibrator seemed to hum faintly in her hands, almost as if it were alive, urging her to act.

“Just one time.” A small, insidious voice whispered in the back of her mind. “What’s the harm? You deserve to be beautiful too, don’t you? Confident. Powerful. Somebody.”

Alex’s fingers hovered over the power button, trembling. She squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head. She thought of Amber and her bitchy friends, she thought of her own corrupted friends, Becky, Cassie and Bianca. “No, I’m not like them.”

But when she opened her eyes again, the reflection in the mirror seemed to mock her, daring her to prove herself wrong. It looked like her, but the face twisted into a cruel smirk, the kind she’d seen on Amber’s face countless times.

“That’s right.” Her reflection sneered, its voice dripping with malice. “You’re not like them. They’re perfect, beautiful, untouchable. And you?” It laughed, the sound sharp and cutting. “You’re plain. Boring. Ugly. A nobody.”

Alex’s chest tightened as she tried to look away, but her reflection leaned closer, impossibly close, as though it were pressing through the glass.

“You’ll never be anything more than this. They’ll always walk all over you. Always look down on you. Unless…” It hissed

Alex’s breath hitched. “Unless what?”

The reflection’s smirk widened. “Unless you stop pretending you don’t want it. You felt it, didn’t you? The power in your hands. You could be more. No, you could be better. You could be everything. But you’ll never have the guts.”

Alex’s fingers hovered over the power button. “I… I can’t.”

“Of course you can’t. You’re weak. Always have been. Always will be. You don’t have what it takes to be one of them. You’ll always be nothing.” The reflection said, mocking.

Something inside Alex snapped. With a surge of anger, she pressed the button, and the vibrator whirred to life in her hands. The power of the vibration was so strong that her eyes instantly rolled back in her head and her clothes exploded from her body leaving her bare naked. It was a more powerful sensation than Becky had experienced, one designed to instantly enthrall and it worked as her lips curled into a smirk. She was a woman possessed.

Laying down on Becky’s plush bed, Alex lowered the vibrator in between her legs, the vibrator's hum filling her ears as she pressed it against her eager pussy. "Yessss!" She moaned, the sensation overwhelming, igniting a fire within her.

As she continued, her transformation began. Her hair turned from a mousy brown to a mouth-watering platinum blonde cascade, thick and shiny, framing her face in a way that screamed 'hot'. Her lips swelled, becoming juicy and inviting, perfect for both seduction and sneers. Her nails lengthened, sharp and glossy, adding to her newfound, bratty look.

"Fuck, yesssss!" She groaned, her breasts expanding, becoming fuller, rounder, making her silhouette undeniably sexy. The change in her body was not just physical, it was as if each vibration was sculpting her into something more... bitchy, more dominant.

"Yes, make me into an evil bitch! Make me into THE evil bitch!" She hissed, her voice filled with a provocative edge. Her skin seemed to glow, becoming flawless and tempting, the kind of beauty that could make anyone falter.

Her moans grew louder, more demanding, as if each sound was peeling away layers of her former self. "Fuck, yesssss, Becky and Amber are fucking nothing compared to what I’ll be!" She yelled, her body writhing in ecstasy, the pleasure morphing her into someone unrecognizable. Her curves became more pronounced, her posture more confident, her entire being radiating an aura of superiority.

As her orgasm crashed over her, it was like the final seal on her new identity. Her good nature was gone, replaced by a cold disdain, her vanity now immense, her once gentle soul now filled with a bratty, bitchy darkness.

All the pictures in the room changed to images of her. No friends, just her. All she needed was herself.

"Pathetic." She sneered at the thought of her old self, her new voice dripping with scorn. "I was such a waste before. Now, everyone will see, everyone will know... I am the queen."

Sitting up, her reflection was no longer mocking her. It was her, and it grinned back at her with the same ferocity she felt inside. Alex was no more. In her place was a vision of sexy, unapologetic power, ready to cast her shadow over the campus, leaving a trail of awe and submission in her wake. She was Lexi now.

After her transformation, Alex walked over to her new closet with graceful and assured strides. She took pleasure in imagining herself in each of the expensive and revealing outfits but eventually she selected items that would showcase her new, sexy persona.

First, she slipped into a white lace bra that cradled her now fuller, more voluptuous breasts, the delicate material contrasting sharply with her transformed body. The bra seemed almost too small, hugging her curves in a way that was both provocative and flattering.

Next, she pulled on a short black skirt, the hemline daringly high, revealing her shapely legs. The fabric clung to her hips, accentuating her figure in a way that screamed for attention. Her hands then glided over her legs as she donned shear lace black tights, their intricate pattern adding a layer of mystery and danger to her ensemble.

She sat back on the bed, snapping pictures of herself, admiring her reflection. The outfit transformed her into the epitome of seductive power, her previous nerdy self now just a distant memory.

"Look at me, I'm perfect." She whispered to her reflection, her voice a mix of pride and the new, bratty confidence.

Max had heard the moans and, concerned, decided to check on Alex. What he found was not the nerdy girl he had let in but a transformed vision, a beautiful goddess.

For a second his mind was awash with confusion until reality settled in his mind and new memories solidified. Lexi was the baddest bitch on campus, a beautiful terror who dripped of bratty arrogance and she was all his.

He still remembered when he brought her to meet his rich parents and how quickly they took to her but he remembered that night more for Lexi’s ability to give him a handjob under the dinner table without his parents realizing.

"What some company?" Max asked, his voice smooth and confident.

Lexi looked at him, her eyes drinking him in. Her new body ached to be touched and worshipped by another. He would do. Without a word, she curled her finger, beckoning him closer with a smirk that promised both danger and pleasure.

As Max stood before her, she reached up, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. Their lips met with an intensity that spoke of desire and conquest. Lexi's hands roamed over Max's body, pulling him onto the bed with her.

"Fuck me like you've never fucked anyone." Lexi whispered into his ear, her voice a sultry command.

Max, overwhelmed by the raw sexuality she exuded, didn't need any encouragement. His hands explored her newly curvaceous form as she undid his pants. Lexi moaned, her voice now a mix of pleasure and triumph as she felt his big cock slide into her, his thrusts deep and rhythmic.

Their bodies moved in sync, each movement more desperate than the last. Lexi wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, her nails digging into his back as she arched into him, meeting his every thrust with equal fervor. The room filled with the sounds of their passion, her moans mixing with his grunts, the bed creaking under their intensity.

Lexi felt powerful, each movement a step towards taking what she wanted. She looked into Max's eyes, her own filled with a victorious gleam. "Harder you big dick bastard!" She urged, her voice dripping with a mix of need and command. Max, lost in the moment, obeyed, driving into her with a force that made her scream in ecstasy.

As Max felt the familiar tension building towards climax, Lexi, with a mischievous glint in her eye, suddenly reoriented their positions, pushing his back onto the bed so she could mount him. Her pussy expertly gripping his cock, holding his orgasm at bay. He groaned, the pleasure almost too much to bear, yet there he was, teetering on the edge without release.

"What are you doing?" Max managed to ask, his voice strained with need.

Lexi leaned close, her breath hot against his ear. "I'll let you cum, if you let me stick this up your ass as you do." She said with a grin as she produced the big vibrator.

Max shook his head, trying to resist the overwhelming sensation. "No way! If the guys find out I’ll never hear it down." He gasped out, though his body betrayed his words, craving the release.

With a grin that was both seductive and cruel, Lexi began to lift herself off him. "Okay, then, suit yourself." She said, her tone teasing, starting to dismount.

But Max couldn't let her go. The need to cum was too intense, his body overriding his fear of reprisal. With a desperate move, he pulled her back down onto him. "Fine! Do whatever you want!" He pleaded, his resolve crumbling under the pressure of his unfulfilled desire.

Lexi's grin widened, enjoying the power she wielded over him. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his as she whispered, "Good boy. You’ll love it, I swear."

She inserted the vibrator into his butt while his cock was still deep inside her. She didn't turn it on immediately, instead, she began to move her hips in slow, teasing circles, keeping him on the edge, prolonging his torment for her own amusement.

"Please!" Max begged, his hands gripping her hips, trying to guide her movements.

“Please what?” Lexi said enjoying watching him squirm.

“Please… turn it on.” He groaned, desperate for sweet release.

With an evil grin she switched it on and Max began to shudder with ecstasy as but then felt an immediate, strange sensation. As the vibrations coursed through him, his body began to change. His features softened, his skin became smoother, his hair lengthened and darkened into a rich, flowing mane. His muscles reshaped, and his frame became more slender, more feminine.

“W-what the hell is happening to me?” Max whine, his voice going up several octaves. Lexi simply smirked as she felt his cock shrink inside her, gradually disappearing until it was replaced by a slick, new pussy.

The transformation was surreal for Lexi but weirdly erotic as well but what happened next pumped the erotism into high gear. The vibrator, now buzzing without her hand on it, suddenly grew pink bands that wrapped themselves around her waist, turning into an impressive strap-on.

"Mmmm now, let's see how you like it." Lexi said with a smirk, beginning to thrust with the new strap-on. Max, now Maxine, felt waves of pleasure unlike anything she had known before, her body responding in ways she never could have imagined.

"Please, Lexi!" Maxine moaned, her voice now higher, more feminine, filled with both confusion and ecstasy.

Lexi continued, her movements deliberate, claiming her new conquest. "You're mine now bitch, in every way! I’m your queen." She whispered, her voice dripping with dominance and satisfaction as she watched Maxine's transformation continue under her influence.

However the strap-on itself started to evolve even more. The base started to grow backwards towards Lexi, creating a long thick shaft that slithered into her pussy. Lexi’s eyes rolled back in pleasure and she felt a euphoria like nothing she had felt before. The vibrator seemed to speak to her, giving itself to her. It recognized her as a true wicked bitch for her act of transforming Max and opened her mind to its power and its secrets.

Lexi came again but this time it was as much a mental release as a physical one. She could see the way the vibrator could warp reality, how it could twist people it corrupted and she now had control over it. She would make Maxine’s new reality whatever she wanted.

The pleasure built, and with a final, deep thrust, Maxine reached her orgasm, her new body shuddering in delight, her new persona erasing Max entirely from her own mind and from reality.

In this reality, Maxine was Lexi’s cum slave, who lived to please her mistress and do everything that she commanded. She was her devoted little pet. Lexi would send Maxine to prowl the campus for hot guys and round them up for parties. Maxine was an expert at finding the hottest, richest guys that would vie for Lexi's attention.

However, Lexi had a new group in mind to round up for her now.

“Maxine, I have a special job for you. I need you to bring me Amber, Becky, Cassie and Bianca one by one to my room when they come back from their trip. Do you understand?” Lexi said as she pulled out of Maxine making the girl groan.

“Y-yes mistress. But why those four? They are just common sisters of the sorority.” Maxine asked.

Lexi stood up from the bed and walked once again to the closet. Her outfit had been ruined by the energetic fucking and she needed a change. Once opened she spotted a shiny reflective dress that would be perfect for the rest of the evening, no matter how 'energetic' she would become.

After doing a few twirls, approving all her angles, she strode over to Maxine with the vibrator in hand. As she walked in her 6 inches heels the straps flowed back into it and disappeared as if they had never been there. Although Lexi knew she could make them appear if she wanted. She felt a symbiotic link to the device now that Amber never had.

“Take this and use it on yourself.” Lexi grinned holding out the vibrator.

Maxine looked at the vibrator with reverence and even desire but she couldn’t bring herself to even stretch her arm out.

“N-no mistress. I couldn’t.” Maxine said dropping her head. Lexi smirked and put the vibrator into her side drawer.

“That’s why I want those girls specifically brought to me. They need to… reconditioned. But don’t worry, you’ll still be my number one slave.” Lexi said as she tilted Maxine’s chin up.

“Now go, they won’t be back for at least a day and I have some planning to do.” Lexi said her brief moment of warmth turning icy cold again.

Maxine rose from the bed and left the room quickly. Lexi loved the power she now had over her and couldn’t wait to break in the other girls.

She looked at her wicked reflection and it seemed to smile back and gesture to the side drawer. “Mmm why not, I deserve it.” She smirked as she opened the drawer and took out the vibrator and held it in her hand. Only this time she didn’t press it to make it rumble, instead it seemed to come on based on her thoughts. Even the button had disappeared.

As she slipped it into her wanting pussy she knew her reign was only starting and no one would be able to take it from her.

[kurtdotkelly]

I OPENED A SUPPORT HOTLINE ( AND CONVINCED MY CALLERS TO DIE )

I SAW THIS AND KNEW I HAD TO. sketch under the cut

[angel-of-cruelty]

So in love with this new xasthur piece 🔥🔥🔥

[alternate-ram]

UNSTOPPABLE TOGETHER

"That's it step-mommy, put on the 'Desire Furs' coat and become my perfect evil stepmom, then you'll realise it's all you ever wanted!"

"I can't wait to see you turn into a sexy gold-digging home wrecker, just like I turned into a bratty bullying bitch!"

"Together, we'll be unstoppable..."

[radioactive-sparks]

M.R. :)

[redacted-coiner]

Evil Femme, Futch, & Butch(link)

Paranoia(link), Delusions(link), and Hallucinations(link)

Man(link), Bigender, Xenoboy(link)

I made this out of boredom, enjoy-

DNI is listed within my pinned post. Please go read it before interacting with any part of my content. Ask to tag.

[nrmnas]

[editsulli]

Galadriel corrupted

[misseviehyde]

PHONE CLONE

Molly was pissed off and she wasn't a woman you wanted to get on the wrong side of when she was angry.

The school her daughter Jenny attended was doing next to nothing to deal with the bullying her daughter was receiving from the head cheerleader. Chloe was a fucking bitch - a spoiled manipulative gaslighting slut - and Molly was going to take her down.

"We need evidence if we are going to act," the insipid teacher at school had told her, so Molly was going to find that evidence. She was going to find evidence that couldn't be dismissed and she was going to free her daughter from this torture.

"What are you doing Mom?" asked Jenny curiously as her Mom sat on the bed and grinned as she scrolled through her phone.

"I've found a way to get the proof we need. I downloaded a piece of software - Phone Clone, and I've used it to clone and copy Chloe's mobile. Now I have her entire life in my hand."

Molly picked up her note pad. "I'll scroll through and find the evidence we need. She's bound to have made a mistake somewhere... said something that proves she is your bully."

Jenny smiled proudly at how smart her Mom was.

"Ugh, she's such a stuck up little bitch. There are so many selfies on her phone it's incredible... even if she is... ughhh kind of pretty."

"Mom are you okay?"

Jenny had noticed something weird about her Mom's posture. Molly was sitting cross legged like a teenager would. She was sitting up straighter than usual too and she flicked her hair back with an uncharacteristically bitchy gesture as she hungrily scrolled through the phone.

"Like yeah... course I'm alright. There's like soooo much hot stuff on this phone. Haha the power Chloe must have over others... she's got the entire school at her fingertips. Mmmh its kind of sexy."

Molly groaned, the light from the phone illuminating her features and making her face look younger and meaner somehow.

"Mmmmh Tik Tok videos, hot boys numbers, shopping accounts for her spoiled little wardrobe. This is just so fucking good. I wish I had a life like this."

Jenny stared at her Mom in horror. She watched in unbelieving dismay as her Mom's nails became painted yellow... the same colour that Chloe had been wearing today.

"Mom... stop... something is wrong. Put down your phone."

But Molly wasn't listening. She grinned as she accessed more and more of Chloe's cloned phone and let the bitches selfish life was over her.

"Mmmmmh feel fucking yummy... gimmee gimmee gimmeeeeeee!"

Molly moaned as youth and vitality flooded her body. Her eyes flickered like she was being reprogrammed as the images from the phone burned into her mind.

Her flabby body began to tighten and tone. Sagging skin firmed up and she became younger and younger till she was the same age as her daughter.

Molly's boobs got even bigger and they rose higher on her chest than they had for years. Perky and firm, they were now in your face and impossible to ignore.

Her split ends cleared up as the curls fell out of her hair and it became totally straight and silky like that of a supermodel fresh from the hairdressers.

"Mmmmh fuck yesssss, change meeeee," groaned Molly as she gave into the delicious feelings and exalted in her transforming body.

Her waist crunched in and her hips pushed out. She was a toned athletic hottie now and this bitch could RIDE if she needed to.

"Fuck yeah," giggled Molly her voice becoming higher and taking on a bratty whine. "Mmmh like almost there loser. Are you ready?"

Giggling Molly deliberately lowered her head so her new silky blonde hair obscured her features.

"Mom?" whimpered Jenny.

"No... not Mommy," laughed Molly as she suddenly tossed her head back and revealed her new features... Chloe's features.

Plump pouty pink lips curved into a mean smile as sexy brown eyes sparkled with mischief and Molly's transformation into a perfect clone of Chloe completed itself.

Even Molly's clothes had changed. She was now wearing the sexy clothes that Chloe would wear and Jenny felt a pang of jealousy as she saw her Mom's long tanned legs on show and barely constrained cleavage.

"I... am.... fucking... hot," laughed Molly as she admired herself and took a selfie on her phone which had also changed to the latest model.

"Nooooo Mom, what's happened?"

"Shut up loser. Your dumb Mommy is me now and she fucking loves it. I don't feel anything for you anymore. Haha I wanted proof you were being bullied and now I AM your bully."

The new Chloe smirked as she leapt forward and pinned Jenny down. Leering into her victims face she hissed evilly.

"Don't worry though loser. I'm gonna help you. We're gonna delete all the data on the real Chloe's phone using my app and replace it with the backup data of your stupid Mom, so she turns into a nobody loser like you. Then when I replace her you're going to have a new Mommy. I'm Chloe now and I'm not going back.'

Jenny cried as she looked at the evil bitch her Mom had become and realised she was never getting her real Mom back. Molly had been over-cloned and she loved it.

[hellhoundofftheleash]

it's so insane to me the myth that women cannot understand suffering and horrors of life the way that men can. Because no one knows the horrors of reality in which women do, and for centuries they maintained a sense of acting normal through their suffering. No one knows suffering like women and young girls of all ages !!!!!! No one knows power like women who have forged their way through this suffering and persisted. we are brave, not because we are fearless but because we through fear and our fears becoming our reality, our trauma, or pain. this myth that women cannot understand suffering is literally just a myth, a tool devised to erase our truths, our realities.

[angel-of-cruelty]

Permission to serve cunt, sir

[alternate-ram]

HIJACKED

"Babe, help! This coat's possessed, it's been hijacking my body! I've been a prisoner in my mind for the last week, you have to get i-"

"Ooo, and we're back. That was a good effort, but you don't want to listen to her, dear. Just look at all the improvements I've made to this body- she couldn't give you a titjob before. And her head game is nowhere near mine. Admit it, I'm just too much fun for you to give up. Now unbuckle that belt for me..."

"That's right, lie back and forget all about her..."

[silverjae]

Randall Boggs redesign!!

Old des under cut

[l-gale-l]

birthday girl 🖤.

[immarriedtojermeybegayecho]

The process of drawing my favorite corrupt cop Mason; he’s a bit of sicko but no more as bad as an actual policeman for the CPD. Mason working murders, they’re the easiest to solve in his opinion and he always enjoys seeing people squirm in their seats when he asks them very personal questions. It’s like true crime makeup drama almost, but he’s the true criminal

[editsulli]

Vaylin