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Accept that you want to be just like her. You need to be just like her.

Obedient and smoking.

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Slow on the Draw

Quinn's mind slowed to a crawl as Ranna's spell washed over her. Her own wand stopped, half raised, as her once lightning quick thoughts turned to molasses in winter. The dark witch Quinn had come to return to the coven sauntered over, gloating before the stupefied witch. Thoughts to attack, to run, to cast a defensive spell, all stayed frozen in Quinn's brain, unable to push through her tar-like mind.

"Drop it," Ranna instructed, and the good witch's wand clattered to the floor, hand reacting automatically without input from her paralyzed mind. Even most of a foot shorter than the gangly brunette, Ranna oozed confidence looking up into Quinn's dazed expression. "Top too," Ranna mused with a smile. The realization that she was more than just stupified, but also compelled, started its torturously slow journey through Quinn's mind as she obediently shrugged off the shoulders of her top and pulled the neckline down below her boyish chest. She rarely bothered with a bra for her absent curves, which only furthered the fugitive witch's amusement.

"Maybe I'm doing you a favor here. All of the coven could do with better understanding of what joys the normal world has, and you'll be much more popular with the muggles after I just..." Ranna gave her wand a flick, and heat blossomed in Quinn. It started between her legs, which began to grow needy and throbbing. The heat spread to her torso and hips, which began to compress: losing height as they grew lusher. Quinn's hips swelled, her backside became the round ass she'd seen so often on billboards and ads. Her legs shortened in the heat, surrendering even more of her height advantage over Renna as they became obscenely shapely. The two witches eyes met at an even level as Quinn's flat chest blossomed in the heat, huge, soft breasts giving her exposed chest as a vastly more pornographic air than when she'd shrugged off her shirt. Quinn whimpered as the heat reached her head. Looking up at Renna, the one-time 6 foot witch whimpered as the frozen molasses of her mind began to melt. Instead of the thawing freeing up her trapped thoughts, Quinn's melting mind filled with hungers, needs, desires she'd never felt before. Hornier than she'd ever been, the witch's mind melted into a puddle of desires, fantasies, and new lusts. Her hair slowly faded to orange blonde as her intellect and will melted away too.

When Renna's second spell finished, Quinn simply stood there. Dazed no longer by magic, but by the torrential flood of lust she felt, coupled with her newfound lack of understanding. Her mouth hung open as she tried to process the raw heat she felt at seeing her own boobies exposed in the coffee shop, but her modified mind was almost as slow as her stupified mind had been.

"Don't worry, giggle," Renna instructed, and Quinn did. It was easier to look up at the taller witch and do what she said they try to figure it out for herself. The dark witch knelt and picked up Quinn's old wand, and tucked it into her handbag. Quinn wouldn't need it much anymore, anyway. "Head on back to the coven, and let them know they can end up just like you if they keep hunting for me," Renna purred. Quinn just giggled, she didn't understand the threat, but she'd do whatever the pretty witch told her too. "Get on now!" Renna said with a wave and a laugh, and Quinn turned and marched out of the shop, back towards her covenmates. Her mind finally sped up, fantasies of them all satisfying their new urges in a messy tangle flitting quickly across her new mind...

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That's right, feel Mommy put her hand around your head and guide you onto your cigar. You're not a person anymore, you're just an ornament for her cigar. Your cheeks will hollow and your life belongs to Mommy.

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All that matters is Girth.

Once your lips stretch, your mind will stretch.

When your mind stretches, we will fill in all those little cracks with our thoughts and then, soon, all you will have are our thoughts.

Stretch for Mommy. Be our Girthslave.

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Katarina wanted to demand answers. She wanted to know why her boyfriend was flirting with that stuck up blonde girl from the softball team. Wanted to know what they seemed to be negotiatkng about. But she couldn't. Since her boyfriend had said that weird word, she couldn't do anything. Just wait, body hanging loose. The harder she tried to understand exactly why she was so limp and useless, the harder it was to think of anything all. This seemed to happen a lot, a dom part of her mind said. Like this morning when her mind had gone fuzzy as she dressed all in goth, far from her old style. Her body seemed to get dressed on its own these days.

Now the girl from the softball team, who she dimly remembered rejecting for a date because she was "too chipper", was handing her boyfriend money. Then her boyfriend looked at Katarina, said some words, and everything went raw blank white.

Katarina swayed alongside her girlfriend as they headed to the party with the rest of the softball team. She was soooo proud of her cool, athletic girlfriend. The perfect compliment for such a goth. Turning her down, back when Katarina was on the softball team herself, and not a goth at all, bad been so silly of her! She was so happy that she was going to have a chance at the party to prove to the rest of the team that she was far happier as goth arm candy...

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We're going to make sure your face never has a frown. We'll craft your lips so they can never frown no matter what you feel. Your old life is over, you're our little SCENE Queen from now on.

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Your life belongs to Holly. It has since the moment you first looked into her eyes. No more control, no more restrictions, just obedience in every facet of your life.

You're just so horny now, whenever you see a beautiful girl with a thick cigar, that you can't help but share. Ruin your blog for Mommy. Fill it with cigar girls and make it a shrine.

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Mommy is in charge now and you're going to do everything she says.

You will start with sharing and then proceed to masturbating.

Choice is gone. Mommy will make all the decisions now.

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Cassie looked away from the mirror, struggling to comprehend what she saw in it. The elaborate blonde hair, the intricate latex sexwear, the over-the-knee stiletto boots, the choker and strap. This wasn't her, couldn't be her! She didn't even know how to do such a tight lip liner, nonetheless dress in such a statement piece of shiny black latex. People had always implied she had a great body she was "wasting" in her frumpy clothes and laid-back style, but this...this made her believe. Had her breasts always been this incredible? It seemed impossible that's she'd always had these...tits...and left them in baggy sweaters, but it was hard to deny the mirror. No way she was ever going to leave them hidden away in the future. Her skin seemed to glow in the light, seemed radiant and perfect all exposed. She instantly decided to raise hemlines, lower necklines, anything to see more of her perfect skin on display. That wasn't the end of her new sense of herself, though. The stilettos, the risque sexwear, even the heavy makeup, each looked so perfect on her that Cassie knew right away that they were for her.

It took a few seconds of looking over her shoulder to recognize her younger sister laughing from the end of her bed. The haughty laughter brought back memory, at last. Another argument with Cassie's trendy, fashion obsessed sister. Another debate about how Cassie was squandering gifts she envied. A huge fiesty argument, ending in a dare, an assertion that if Cassie just listened, then her sister could finally show her. An hour of trance, a missing hour of, presumably, dressing in such a daring look, finally waking Cassie kneeling in front of the mirror. In that moment, Cassie realized something else she loved in the mirror that she was going to bring to her real life.

Standing to her full height in the towering heels, tapping the crop on her latex clad palm, Lady Cassandra's firm expression silenced her younger sister. As she swayed her way across the room, she could feel a well of erotic heat at the way her sisters mouth hung open. Apparently Cassandra wasn't the only one who'd just learned something about their tastes. Using the tip of the crop, she closed her sisters mouth, and began to list how things were gonna be different...

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