Oops-Cycling (My tribute to Corrupted Caps)

It was a couple of months since Mary had been introduced to the principle of 'up-cycling' and she had never looked back.  She had always been crafty and the idea of taking old, unwanted items and stitching, sewing and gluing them to make them into new and exciting things was extremely enticing to her.  She was particularly fond of making clothes and she had discovered that if she prowled the charity shops and second hand clothes shops she could find quality items to turn into new clothes.

She wanted to make something nice for her lovely daughter Lauren - maybe a cute skirt or something so she was looking for a good supply of quality material.  She hadn't quite made up her mind what though until she came across the tight brown leather catsuit hanging at the back of a local charity shop.  The catsuit itself made her feel uncomfortable... it was clearly something some sort of bitch or dominatrix might wear, and the thought of turning such a horrible thing into something lovely for her daughter was pleasing to the kind and loving woman.

Mary bought the catsuit at a bargain price - apparently it had belonged to some rich bitch gold-digger who had died in a car-crash and all her slutty clothes had been auctioned off.  The catsuit was the only item left, and it had been the woman's favourite outfit... her big fake tits barely contained in the tight leather as she sucked cock like an evil whore and cheated on her husband with his best-friend. It even smelt slightly of her naughty perfume and Mary shivered to imagine what mean and bitchy things the wearer of this suit had done whilst wearing it.   Still - now it belonged to Mary and she could make something nice from it.

She took the catsuit back to her house and went to her room ready to work.  Examining the catsuit, she shivered - the leather was so ripe and rich, wet brown or maybe maroon red.  It felt so soft... so luxurious and tempting.  Touching it made her feel... aroused and strange whispers seemed to flow into her mind.

Yes... put me on and feel what it's like to be a slut... you've wasted your puny life so far, but I'll make you into a fucking bitch and you'll love how good it feels to be bad.  You can ditch that average husband and that boring goody-goody daughter and have power, money and sex!  Don't you want to know what it feels like to be hot?

Mary's heart beat faster and faster and she groaned as her nipples got hard.

Yesss, that's it... slip into me, take off your clothes and squeeze inside so I can make you into a perfect, cock-sucking bitch.  You're so pathetic and good, but I'll make you into an evil whore with long nails, fake tits and long lashes. Soon you'll be a cruel and uncaring bitch who only cares about herself... do it... put me on!

For a moment a strong compulsion to try on the catsuit nearly overcame Mary... but then she laughed and the voices in her head seemed to fade.  She must have overdone it this morning, where had all those strange thoughts come from?  For a moment she wondered if she was going crazy, but Mary was a practical woman and she had no time for such ridiculous fantasies.

Instead she prepared the patterns she needed, then gingerly picking up the catsuit began to cut it and shape it.  As her scissors bit into the leather, the strange compulsion she had felt faded and she almost heard a scream of frustration. She fired up the sewing machine and taking the leather began to fashion it into something new... a lovely skirt for Lauren to wear.  It was strange - making the skirt felt different to anything else she had ever done. It felt like her hands were possessed, and the original design she had intended to make was soon forgotten as she instead fashioned a tight, extremely short and bitchy looking leather skirt.

"Oh dear, this won't do at all - Lauren would never wear anything so slutty," tutted Mary.  "Why did I make it like that?"  Sighing she hung the skirt up  and decided she would sell the skirt online the following day.  In the meantime she better head out and find more material to make a new skirt for her daughter, one that was more suitable.

Mary had been gone about thirty minutes when Lauren came in from school, tired and annoyed.  Brushing her short messy hair out of her eyes, she tramped upstairs and threw her school bag into her room.  She couldn't believe that those cheerleading bitches at school had picked on her again for wearing one of her Mom's cool up-cycled tops.  Just because they were spoiled sluts who only wore designer gear and expensive makeup, they thought they could shit all over everyone else who tried anything different.

Looking around for her Mom, Lauren entered Mary's bedroom and her eyes fell on the skirt hanging up from her new creations rail.  "Wow - that doesn't look like anything else Mom has ever made, it's kinda... slutty."  Fascinated she walked over to the skirt and reached gingerly out to touch the soft brown leather.  It looked like something the head cheerleader Amber might wear, not a good girl like Lauren.  She almost couldn't believe her Mom had made something so naughty and hot.

Mmmmmh, put me on Lauren and I'll show you real naughty.  Don't you wanna be hot like those bitches that keep picking on you?  I'll make you even hotter than them... and all it will cost is your soul.

Lauren shivered, but she couldn't seem to move her hand away - it felt so good.  Hot whispers filled her mind as she whimpered helplessly in pleasure and her nipples began to harden.

Feels good doesn't it Lauren?  I'm your slutty skirt now... put me on and it will feel even hotter. Your Mom was weak and refused me... but now it's your turn to wear me instead.  Take off that boring school skirt and try me on for size.

"No... I'm a good girl, I don't... I can't," whimpered Lauren as her free hand moved to her current skirt and began to loosen the zip.

A good girl wouldn't be getting so wet at the thought of transforming into a hot little bitch.  Your pussy is soaking wet isn't it Lauren?  Admit it - you long to be hot and beautiful like those popular girls at school.  Put me on and all your dreams will come true.

Lauren gasped as her school skirt fell to her ankles and she stepped out of it.  There was a damp patch on her panties as she took her Mom's skirt and unzipping it stepped inside and pulled it up over her ass.  She shivered as the skirt settled on her body - it felt so right.. it was her skirt now.

Good girl - now it's time to make you into a real bitch... 

Lauren gasped, doubling over and gripping the mantle, as her bones cracked and her body burned. "Oh fuck - this is the hottest thing that has ever happened to me," she moaned as she grunted and stretched... her new butt swelling up in the dress to look so fucking good.

Mmmmh, it's only the beginning.  Let me warp you into a horny, selfish, nasty little bitch and the fun will really start.

"No... wait... I... maybe this is wrong?" groaned Lauren, but it was too late as she moaned and an intense orgasm began to build inside her.

How can anything that feels this good be wrong?  Become the slut you were destined to be... 

"Yessss, you're right... this is right... this is wonderful!  I'm a perfect, slutty bitch and I deserve power because I'm superior to all the other girls." 

Lauren began to laugh as her skin became flawless and her small breasts swelled up to give her the tits she had always secretly desired.  Her once messy hair became a rich wavy wave as her face became completely gorgeous and her soft pink lips curved into a cruel smile.  Loren was now a cruel, slutty, manipulative bitch and she loved how it felt to be bad.

"Ohhh yes!  Now that's what I call a rush," she purred touching her transformed body in joy and blowing herself a kiss in the mirror.

"Tut tut, these other boring clothes won't do at all," she hissed ripping off everything but the skirt and imperiously throwing open her Mothers wardrobe. Slipping into one of Mary's most expensive pink blouses, Loren walked to the vanity and did her makeup, smiling at how perfect and bitchy she looked. 

You are the fucking Alpha-Bitch now Loren.  We're going to do such wonderful things together... the only person who might try to stop us is that stupid bitch Mother of yours.

"Hmmmm, don't worry - we'll take good care of her," giggled Loren as she looked around maliciously.  Her eyes were drawn to the remaining scraps of catsuit lying on the floor and a cruel smile passed her lips.  Picking up the discarded leather she sat at her Mothers desk and began to sow and stitch.

It was about an hour later when Mary returned to the house and walked into the hall-way.  Waiting for her in the darkness was Loren with a naughty smirk on her hot slutty lips

"Oh my God!  Lauren what have you done?  No!  The skirt has transformed you... I wasn't imagining it earlier, the damn thing really is evil.  You have to take it off."

"Ohhh Mommy, I don't know if I can," sobbed Lauren imploringly reaching out to her Mother.  "Please help me!"

Mary rushed forward to help Lauren, but as she stepped within range with her guard down, her daughter suddenly snapped something around her neck and she gasped as it fastened tightly causing her arms dropped limply to her sides.  A dumb, happy smile came across Mary's lips as the magic leather collar her evil daughter had fashioned drained all her willpower and turned her into a total slave to Loren's desires.

"No Lauren... I made the skirt as a gift to you... it was supposed to be an innocent present, not turn you into an evil bitch," groaned Mary foolishly as her daughter examined her carefully to check the collar was working.

"Whatever... I like being an evil bitch and you're my slave now Mom. From now on you're going to serve and spoil me as the naughty little daughter I am.  I LOVE being a souless whore - it feels great and I can't wait to take control of this whole town. Now I want you to help me make more collars so I can control more people and turn them into my servants."

Loren giggled at the thought of all those brats at school made to obey her. Soon she would be the Goddess of the high school. Her pussy got wet at the thought that soon she would be the Queen Bee and her holes would be full of bad boy cock whenever she wanted it. This was so hot!

"What a good idea," smiled Mary beatifically - completely enthralled to Loren's will. She was helplessly enthralled by her collar.

"Yes, isn't it?  Now come on - those collars won't make themselves and we all know how much you love to up-cycle."

Loren left her Mom to get on with the work whilst she went off to masturbate and concoct her naughty plans.  As she lay on her bed in her skirt, her panties round her ankles and a dildo deep inside her tight pussy she moaned and panted like a whore and grinned at the feeling of pure bitchdom.  She was a Goddess now and she loved it.

Meanwhile Mary grinned as she made another collar to help enslave others to her daughters will.  Up-cycling was such fun... and she was glad her lovely daughter was so kind as to encourage her to do it... though she could't help but wish that maybe she hadn't ever found that damn catsuit in the first place... oh well...

THE END