The Keyholder

"I can't believe we're actually going to do this," muttered Rowan as he looked down at the chastity cage and the silver key on its necklace in front of him on the table.

"We are actually doing this right?"

Joe shrugged in that infuriating non-committal manner of his and grinned at his friend, "If you actually want to take care of Connor, then I guess so. Unless you have a better idea?"

Rowan shook his head. That was the problem, he didn't have a better idea. Everything else they had tried so far had ended up with him getting thumped. Still resorting to magic seemed a little... wacky.

He looked down at the chastity cage in fascination, running over in his mind the information Joe had told him so far.

The cage was enchanted. Once installed into would transform whoever had it on into a submissive, weak, small dicked beta-boy. The plan was to put it onto their bully Connor and turn him from the dangerous Alpha he was, into a pathetic nobody.

But the cage would only work if there was a keyholder for it. The necklace and the cage were magically linked and one wouldn't work without the other. Indeed, it would be almost impossible to install the cage without the power of a keyholder first.

All keyholders were girls... and if you weren't a girl when you put on the necklace... you soon would be. The magic would transform you into a perfect wearer of the key, with the ability to control boys and make them do whatever you wanted... including making them put on the cage.

So in order to trap the bully, either Rowan or Joe had to wear the key. One of them had to become female. But unfortunately for Rowan, Joe had already done his part.

"Come on the Rowan, put on the key," grinned Joe. "I was the one who got hold of the cage - so you can be the one to use it."

Rowan hesitantly picked up the silver key. Part of him was dreading this - but then again there was a part of him that was secretly thrilled. It would be fascinating to become a girl and find out what that felt like. He could always take off the key and go back to being male anytime he liked, he would be in control of the magic. Wouldn't he?

Joe watched with interest as his friend slid the silver key on it's loop around his neck so that it rested on his chest. Rowan shivered, a small whimper escaping his lips as the key suddenly began to glow.

"Here we go," grinned Joe as he watched a soft blurring glow rise from Rowan's body. He had toyed with using the key himself, but had chickened out at the last minute and decided Rowan would be better as the Keyholder. Now watching him begin to change, Joe felt a slight twinge of jealousy, but he suppressed it immediately.

Rowan was changing before Joe's eyes... clothes, hair, face... makeup.

Everything was shifting all at once as his friend morphed rapidly into a beautiful looking girl. Soft blonde hair trickled down Rowan's back as hypnotic blue eyes like the deepest oceans blinked languidly and his mouth fell open in a moan of pleasure.

"Oh my GOD!" he groaned, unable to stop his hands roaming his body as his nails grew out and turned blue... matching with his clothing which was tightening into a clingy blue bodysuit - until it was covered up by tiny jean shorts and a white crop top.

Pristine white trainers with pink pop-socks, popped onto his feet, toes as neatly pedicured as his fingers - as his skin turned softer and smoother... the body hair dropping away to give him skin like buttermilk.

Rowan's face shimmered and took on a sexier look, as his lips turned pink and his eyelashes extended an inch... now heavy with mascara and eyeshadow. Neatly sculpted eyebrows rose in surprise as his hands went to his chest and he felt the growing swell of two breasts, getting bigger and bigger.

"Ohhhhh wow," he groaned as his voice cracked and changed and the key fell between into his new cleavage.

Rowan's ass pushed out with a crack and his posture became feminine as his pubic hair itched and burned away to leave him completely bare. His dick was gone... a tight slit opening where it had once been and as his internal organs finished adjusting - his transformation into a girl was complete.

Joe checked out the gorgeous woman his friend had become. Rowan was now fit, curvy and athletic with super-model good looks. The new petite hottie had her bright blonde hair in a sexy pony-tail and she looked every inch the confident, popular, Alpha-teen you might expect to see wearing a naughty chastity key around her pretty neck.

Meanwhole Rowan was feeling a rush of emotions and feelings surging inside. The key wasn't just changing Rowan's body it was also altering the mind.

HER mind.

Rowan felt a confident surge of pleasure as her new identity took and she cast off the old her like a bad dream. The old male Rowan had been a nervous nerd, but the key needed her to be manipulative, dominant and kind of kinky. She smiled as she felt her mind squirm and reorder itself.

That was better.

Adjusting her posture, she folded her arms underneath her boobs and stuck out her tongue at Joe. "You just gonna stare at me all day?"

Joe immediately blushed and Rowan giggled. Making boys feel embarrassed made her flush with pleasure. This was fun.

"Sooooo," she grinned taking control of the situation and walking over to the table to pick up the chastity device. "Now all I have to do is stick this on Connor and he'll be my little bitch? I love it."

Joe was astounded at how different female Rowan was to male Rowan. She was sassy, confident and mischievous. He felt her glamour starting to settle on him, a desire to impress and please her growing that he was finding hard to control.

"And you reckon I have the power to control boys and make him put this on?" she asked eagerly, stroking the cage almost like it was a pet.

"Yes, boys should do anything you want now... no matter how stupid. The longer they spend with you, the more powerful the effect."

A sudden naughty thought crossed Rowan's mind as Joe spoke. An image of him wearing the cock cage. She felt her pussy get wet and her nipples hard at the thought. The key glowed warmly. Joe was her friend... but the sudden temptation was too much.

She grinned as the words came out of her mouth, "Well you're a boy. I think we should test the cage before we use it on Connor. Take your pants down."

Rowan didn't expect Joe to obey... surely he wouldn't, but as he began to fumble at his crotch... she realised she really did have the power to control him. For a second she felt conflicted... Joe was her friend... and yet... it made her horny to watch him sucucumb to her power.

"Don't worry Joe, you only have to wear it for a little while. That's it take your pants off and show me your cock."

Joe felt a strange desire to obey Rowan surging through him. His hands were suddenly unbuttoning his fly and Rowan giggled as he whipped down his underpants to reveal his dick.

"I thought your cock would be bigger," she mused showing zero embrassment as she knelt down and examined it. "I guess it's kind of average. Not for long though..."

Rowan's hands were shaking. She couldn't believe she was about to cage her best friend in chastity... or how excited she was about it. An evil voice seemed to whisper in her mind and she felt her lips curve into a cruel smile as she brought the cage out from behind her back.

Purring like the cat who had the cream, Rowan opened the chastity cage and slid it over Joe's dick, stuffing his cock deep into it. It only just fit and it was very uncomfortable, and he was about to complain when she suddenly snapped the lock shut and using the key round her neck, sealed him in with a click.

Rowan stood back and watched eagerly, her eyes twinkling, as Joe transformed. "Oh my God... its working, this is so hot."

Joe's dick got even smaller, shrinking to a tiny caged nub and what muscle he did have sloughed off his body as he became smaller and weaker. He was now even smaller than Rowan and she towered over him with a mysterious smile on her sculpted pink lips.

"Wow, you're turning into such a cuck," she giggled as his body hair thinned to leave him shaven and tattoos saying things like "bitch" appeared on his skin. Now shaven headed and tiny he whimpered and knelt before Rowan as he felt a new personality snap into place.

"How does it feel to wear it?" whispered Rowan as she gazed down imperiously at her friend.

Joe groaned as he looked up at the Goddess in front of him. A wicked voice whispered that he was a little bitch and he didn't deserve sex. He needed to be Rowan's little bitch.

"Noooo I'm not meant to wear this. Pleeease take it off me," he groaned half-heartedly tugging at his cock.

"Now that's just rude. Take it off me... what?" warned Rowan.

"Take it off me... please...."

"Please what?

"Please Mistress."

Rowan smirked, thrilling instantly at his submission and pretending to think about it. She had intended to only keep it on him for a few minutes - but now she was enjoying teasing him. Joe would get over it eventually.

"Hmmmm... nope. You can keep your little cock caged up until we're ready to put Connor inside that thing. I like having a simp around, it makes me feel... complete."

"But...."

"Joseph? Are you arguing with me? Do I need to teach you a lesson and kick you in your balls?"

"Nn..n..no of course not Mistress."

Rowan was shocked at the words coming out of her mouth... but... she liked how they made her feel. She felt powerful, in-control... it felt good to be a bitch.

She smiled. Besides, she was only playing around with Joe - practicing for later... but it was proving so much fun to dominate him.

"Let's go find that big bad bully," she smiled "then you can swap places with him and he can be my bitch instead."

She smiled as she saw Joe gazing at her fingers which were playing with her key. "Are you dreaming of me letting you out... or dreaming of wearing the key? Either way it isn't happening... Now come on."

"Yes Mistress."

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They found Connor talking to his friends by the lockers. Rowan strode confidently over and whispered something in his ear. Then they began to chat and laugh. She stroked his arm and moved in close to whisper again.

Connor seemed to like what he heard, he sent his friends away and then slid his arm around Rowan's shoulders. They walked into an empty classroom and Rowan beckoned to Joe... indicating he should join them.

Nervous and awkward in his tiny weak body he followed and when he entered he found Rowan and Connor already kissing. Connor's hands were all over Rowan as she kissed him passionately and Joe felt a twinge of arousal in his caged cock. What the hell was his friend doing? This was the bully that they both hated.

"What the fuck is he doing here?" growled Connor suddenly as he saw Joe watching them.

"Don't worry baby, he's my cock slave. I'll show you. Come here slave and show us your cage."

Joe felt wretched as he advanced and lowered his trousers. Only the thought that Connor would soon be in this humiliating position kept him going. He couldn't wait to see the bully turned into a beta.

"See isnt he pathetic? He's all caged up for me. Now show me your cock, I want to compare his to a real man's dick."

Rowan gasped as Connor confidently pulled his dick out... all ten inches. 

"Holy fuck... now that is a cock," she gasped... her eyes magnetically locked onto it.

Joe looked at Rowan impatiently. He couldn't wait for her to release him and cage the bully... but something was wrong.

"It would be such a shame to ever cage such a magnificent dick," moaned Rowan. "A guy with a dick like that deserves to be an Alpha bully. And I LOVE an Alpha."

"Rowan... wh... what are you?"

"Shut up slave," grinned Rowan, "you won't speak unless I desire it. Now go sit in the corner and watch."

Connor laughed as Joe, tears in his eyes obeyed.  This couldn't be happening... could it?

Rowan laughed as she began to strip out of her clothes to the blue lingerie below. "At last I understand slave... little bitches like you serve girls like me and studs like Connor here get to fuck me. I finally feel complete. I like being bad and so long as I hold your key, I'm going to be your Mistress."

Kneeling before the bully, Rowan delightedly slid his cock into her mouth and began to suck... the key on her breasts bouncing up and down as she glugged on his cock.

"Mmmmh his cock tastes amazing."

Joe felt himself crying as his friend betrayed him... intently sucking Connor's huge bully cock and loving every moment. 

"Are you ready to watch him fuck me?"

Rowan smiled nastily and bent over a desk with her ass high-up in the air. Connor came up behind her and positioned her, sliding her lingerie to one side to reveal her tight pussy. The evil couple groaned as Connor entered her and the look of complete satisfaction on Rowan's face made Joe want to howl in jealousy and betrayal.

"Yessssss, fuck me," groaned Rowan, "give it all to me."

Gazing into her former friends face, her cold blue eyes burning with amusement as she was fucked so good, Rowan laughed and exalted in her slutiness.

"Mmmmh, why would I ever cage Connor when I can have you as my slave? My old life is over and I'm the bullies cruel girlfriend now. I'll have everything I ever wanted as the new Alpha girl... and best of all I'll have you as my toy. Mmmmh, maybe I'll even cage more boys for fun."

Rowan squealed in delight as Connor intensified his pace and his dick bottomed out in her perfect slutty body.

"Fuck yes, I LOVE being a keyholder... the power is amazing... I'm never taking off my key... you'll be my slave forever. Hahaha..."

Joe whimpered as he saw his future as Rowan's slave opening before him. 

"Oh yes, you're going to enjoy being my bitch... and your first duty is going to be to eat all the cum Connor is about to blast inside me... something you'll never get to do."

As the bully began to cum and Rowan moaned like a slut, Joe wished he had put on the key... but now it was too late and he was caged forever.

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Indexed

We were helping tidy up the school library when Tom found the old wooden card index, hidden behind a stack of mouldering yellow books. Being a library monitor wasn't always a glamorous job, but it meant we could stay in over lunch and every now and then you'd find something interesting like the box Tom was now holding.

He had found it after he moved a stack of old science fiction novels to one side and blowing the dust off it he flipped it open and grinned amusedly at the old-fashioned carefully handwritten cards.

"So this is what they used to do before computers," he laughed as he began rifling through the names.

"Weird... these are all girls names and they are organised into cliques. C is for cheerleader, N is for nerdette, and A... A is for Alpha - only there only seems to be one card for that."

I peered over Tom's shoulders and could see each card was neatly handwritten with name, age, physical description, personality and life-style. The cards had information like 'dress sense, bra size, sexual preferences' it was actually pretty racy stuff.

"Weird," I muttered, "they don't look much like library cards."

"No they don't, but some of these girls sound hot as fuck. Maybe it's some weird index of the girls that used to attend this school, or maybe it's some perverts secret fantasy. Either way I'm intrigued. Just listen to this one..."

Tom plucked out the lone Alpha card and read the highlights to me.

"Courtney Lane. Alpha-girl. Dress sense - Fashionista/socialite. Sexual preference - mainly likes boys, but will fool around with girls too. Likes to be in charge of her relationships and loves to get her own way.

The daughter of the towns most successful business man, her Mom is an ex-super model and she has inherited stunningly good looks. She's good at everything she does and super popular as  result. Rich and beautiful, she's a bit of a bullying brat.  She has a superior, bitchy attitude and she sees herself as the Queen Bee."

As my friend had been speaking the card in his hand had started to glow with a weird pink light.  He didn't seem to notice and I hadn't at first, but now it was obvious as it grew brighter.

"Errrrr Tom.... what the hell?"

Tom looked at me in astonishment, his eyebrows rising quizzically. "I don't know but something feels kinda good... I..."

As he spoke the words there was a flash of light and my eyes stung.  I could hear a soft gasp, a rustle and feminine moaning... then nothing.  It took a few moments for the stars to clear, but once they did... there she was. 

With skin as tanned and as soft as a ripe peach, full kissable lips and dripping in gold and expensive jewellery, Courtney Lane was standing in front of me holding an index card in her manicured fingers.

Tossing back her silken hair with a natural feminine gesture, she looked down at the card and seeing the name Tom at the top of the card, smirked and quickly slid it into the card index. 

Dropping the wooden box into her designer shoulder bag, she turned to me and regarded me with her beautiful long lashed eyes.  My own eyes were drawn to her perfect tits and I gulped, reduced to nothing but a pathetic simp in front of her beauty.

"Oooh hello loser... I need to know something. Who do you think I am? Tell me."

"You... you're Courtney Lane, the hottest girl at school."

She smiled at that. "Yes... yes I rather think I am now.  OMG I feel amazing. And what about your friend Tom?"

"I don't have a friend Tom... what are you talking about."

"That's right... you don't have a friend called Tom. That simp doesn't even exists anymore," she purred happily. 

Pushing me cruelly into the book case she strode past me and laughed. "Stay away from me you fucking loser. Ohhh this is too good. I love being a bitch."

I watched Courtney leave to go find her boyfriend and her gang of sluts, popping a pink lollipop between her glossy pink lips and glad she was leaving me alone.

It was funny... but as she went I could see her flicking through the weird card index she had put in her bag... and as she began to hand cards out to people she passed... I couldn't help but get the feeling that somehow, we were all going to end up inside Courtney's indexed little world.

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Emergency Protocols

 This is a minor re-write of an old story of mine... 

Jack Jones, resident school genius, had had enough. Despite being intelligent beyond his years, he didn't get any respect from other people, which was why after a feverish night of invention he was keen to show off his new nano-necklace to his fellow geek Vince.

The device looked like a relatively cheap plastic orange necklace, but it provided the wearer with a number of benefits.  A team of millions of tiny nano-bots were slaved to the necklace, ready to leap into action when required. With such advanced technology, it could automatically assist Jack in his life, making whatever changes were necessary to help him come out on top in any situation.

"The absolute genius of the device is the emergency protocol system," he bragged to Vince.  "The device has a threat detector on it and if there is a stressful situation the nano-bots will transform me, physically and mentally into the best person to get through the situation.  Once it activates I have no control over it and I become a perfect copy of whoever it is - I don't even know I've transformed." 

They were walking around the school chatting about the technology, when suddenly they saw the worst gang of bullies at school approaching and Vince gulped unhappily, "Oh shit, it's Jason, Brad, Xander and their friends. They'll beat the shit out of us for sure." 

Jack shook his head sadly as the necklace around his neck glowed and a cloud of nano-bots surged out to surround him. "Ugggghhh sorry about this ahhhhhh buddy... but you're the only ahhhhhh one about to be beaten up. The protocol has activated and oooooh it feels really good this time." 

Vinny watched in fascination as his friend began to change right in front of him, the emergency protocol choosing the person it thought most likely to get safely through an encounter with a group of bullies - in this case a bad girl.  "Oh my GOD!  I've never become a girl before, this feels sooo good!"  moaned Jack in obvious pleasure as his fat geeky body began to rapidly transform, his waist crunching in and the flesh moving up to swell out as two large firm tits on his chest as his friend watched in amazement. 

"Ohhhh fuck yes! I'm turning into a girl and I love it!" 

"Mmmmmmmh," groaned Jack as his features began to blur and change and his hair lengthened to his shoulders. Smokey eye makeup shimmered across his face as his Marvel Avengers t-shirt tightened over his big tits and shrank down to a tiny crop top with the word 'dirty' across the front. Bitchy hot pants snapped into place over his curvy ass, as fake tan spread over his smooth skin and he became an ugg boot wearing, ditzy, brunette slutty tease.  Vince felt a horrible feeling in his tummy as he watched Jack's eyes roll up into his head, and when they came back down they were the tempting brown of a teenage bitch.  She laughed cruelly in a sexy and very feminine voice, contempt dripping from her perfect pink lips.

"Eugh... what's the matter nerd?  Jealous?  Ahhhhh, I'm almost there, fuck yes I feel so fucking hawt!"

Her new bright pink lips curved into a cruel smile as her former dick sucked in between her legs and a slutty pussy opened up, ready to be filled by hard bully cock. The new girl giggled and flexed her manicured gel-nail fingers as her head tingled and she felt a new and more powerful personality taking control. It felt sooooo good to become a popular girl - so much better than being a boy.

"Mmmmmh, I feel like soooo totally hawt," purred the new bitch as she finished transforming into a perfect replica of Casey - Brad's basic bitch, girlfriend.  Even the knowledge she was really Jack faded from her mind as the emergency protocol temporarily disabled Jack's memories and personality to allow him to become a flawless copy of the biggest bitch in school.

Casey looked at Vince, he was still standing next to her with a shocked expression on his face, and she wondered what the fuck was going on.  Why the hell was she stood next to this total loser? Pushing him away from her with a disgusted grunt, she saw her boyfriend and his cronies and giggling, ran over to Brad, eagerly pushing her tongue into his mouth as he squeezed her ass and she squealed happily.

"Mmmmh baby, this loser over here is REALLY bothering me. Beat him up will you? Then then lets find somewhere quiet where I can like give you a blowjob and then fuck you..." 

Vince screamed as Brad grabbed him and with a laugh threw him into the circle of his friends. "You bothering my girlfriend loser?  You're fucking dead."

Her pussy wet as her hunky boyfriend went to work, Casey wondered why she felt this strange sensation of guilt as she giggled and watched Vince get annihilated by the boys. For some reason the pathetic nerd kept calling out to her for help and a few times when he shouted, "Jack- please," it made her head tingle in an unpleasant way. She ignored it and half an hour later - arm in arm with Brad she had almost forgotten entirely about it.

Part of the reason for that was that Casey had bigger things to think about, in particular the huge cock of her sexy boyfriend slowly pushing into her horny young body and making her squeal in delight as he stretched her tight pussy out.  They were fucking behind the bike-sheds, his cronies keeping watch as he rammed her hard, full of his big bully cock and she remembered why she enjoyed being his bitch so much.

"Damn Casey, you're extra specially tight today, ahhhh fuck - you're going to make me cum!"

"Then cum in me baby, I fucking want it," giggled Casey. "Seeing you destroy that nerd has made me SUPER horny."

Casey moaned in ecstasy as her boyfriend began to cum inside her, filling her up good and making her quiver in joy.  "Oooooh YES! OH FUCK YES!"

"Shhhh, you'll get us caught," he grinned as he clamped a hand over her mouth.  "Listen, I gotta go, but we'll hook up again later for more.  You drive me wild."

Casey smiled and rearranged her clothing - blowing her boyfriend a kiss as he left and smiling happily at the feel of his cum still deep inside her.  She turned and was about to Whatsapp her bestie to see where she was than she felt a sudden cramp and her body began to burn.  "Nooo, what's ahhhh happening to me?" she groaned as she began to revert back into Jack, her beautiful body turning back to normal. The emergency protocol deactivated and with a grunt, the newly restored boy gripped his head and groaned as the necklace cooled around his head and all of the memories of the things he'd done as Casey came back!

"Oh no - Vince... what the hell have I done? This damn thing made me betray my own best-friend." Grabbing the necklace he tore it off and threw it into a bush - then he turned to run and find his friend.

For a few moments all was quiet - then a hand reached out and picked up the necklace...

Jack was going to regret throwing this away... but that's another story.

THE END?

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This sucks! - Suck Harder (Pt II)

This is a sequel to "This sucks" and won't make much sense without reading that first. https://eviehyde.blogspot.com/2021/01/this-sucks.html

THIS SUCKS! - SUCK HARDER (PT II)

It was six weeks since Bailey's kind and innocent Mother Natasha had been corrupted into the wicked dominatrix Mistress Tasha, and the new uber-bitch was having a blast.  She'd used her new vacuum cleaner to drain and suck out the attributes of her work colleagues, friends and her daughters school-mates, making them all submissive and drab little drones.  Each infusion of power had also made her sexier - till now Tasha oozed an irresistible sexuality that made men and women weak before her. 

To her delight, she discovered she'd absorbed so much bitchy energy that no one could resist her.  One look at her, or one touch of her flesh and other people became her helpless slaves, desperate to please her.  Her morals and sense of right and wrong had been completely removed and she was now a cruel, manipulative bully that took whatever she wanted. For instance she'd moved into her bosses luxurious mansion after draining his wife and replacing the useless cow, bringing her pathetic daughter Bailey with her as a servant.  Now Bailey and the former wife had to wait on her hand and foot - life was beautiful.

Since being drained Bailey had felt no ability to resist her wicked mother, but as the weeks went on, she felt some semblance of resistance growing back within her.  To her surprise, Tasha never asked her the full details of where the modified vacuum cleaner had come from, and Bailey began to realise that Tasha was having too much fun to care.  The actual vacuum cleaner had been safely stored somewhere and it was weeks since Bailey had last seen it.  Tasha obviously knew it would be foolish to leave it anywhere where her daughter might get it, so there was little hope of using it against the super bitch.

But Tasha had made a mistake not asking her daughter for more details. The more she thought about it, the more Bailey began to realise that her Mother assumed the vacuum cleaner was one of a kind - but of course, Bailey knew where she could get another.  She need only go back to the repair shop and ask the weird old man inside to install another modification inside another hoover and she would be able to save her Mom.

Bailey made several attempts to leave the house and go to the repair shop, but firstly - she didn't have a hoover to bring, and secondly her Mother was watching like a hawk.  After several aborted attempts she became frustrated and realised she needed help.  That's when she thought of Jenna.

Jenna had been the original cause of all this.  The former bully was now a skinny, unpopular nerd with no idea of her former status.  Sucking someone's essence out seemed to leave them with no memory of their former life and in the greatest twist of fate ever, she and Bailey were now firm friends. 

Bailey decided to come clean with Jenna and beg the other girl for help.  She explained the whole situation to her new friend and Jenna was stunned to hear that she had once been the schools Alpha girl and a mean bitch to boot.

"You mean, you sucked all the badness out of me and it corrupted your Mom?" she asked nervously.

"In a nut-shell, yes," sighed Bailey, "I'm sorry Jenna - it was wrong of me to try and play God."

"That's okay, you meant well - I'm glad I'm not a horrible bitch anymore," Jenna smiled shyly. "If we can get the bitchiness out of your Mom, we can still put everything right."

"That's why I need your help," confessed Bailey.  "Please go to the repair shop and get the essence draining modification from the old man. Pleeeeease, you have to help me!"

Jenna thought it over and decided she would help her friend. That afternoon after they left school, Jenna headed home to get the family hoover and head to the shop.  She hugged Bailey and the two of them set off, Bailey's heart full of hope that soon she would have her Mom back...

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It was later that evening that Bailey heard a soft tap on the window and knew her friend was here.  Sliding it open, she helped Jenna inside and together they heaved the vacuum cleaner  up into her bedroom. 

"Did it work?" asked Bailey breathlessly.

"Kind of," admitted Jenna showing her friend the weird wiring and switches now bolted onto the hoover.  "Only it wasn't an old guy, it was some young man - and he said he didn't know which modification you meant because his Dad was off, so he was going to give me this one which was even better."

"WHAT?" asked Bailey in horror, "We can't use this if we don't know what it does, it might do anything. What did he call it?"

"He said it was the 'Total Extraction' modification, whatever that means."

"Well maybe that will get all the corruption out of my Mom, this might be even better than I hoped.  Wait... did you hear something?"

Suddenly the door burst open with a high heeled kick, and with a smirk, Mistress Tasha strode into the room, her eyes drinking up the two frightened girls and an amused look crossing her perfect face.

"Well, well, well - did you really think you could sneak into MY house Jenna without me noticing?  What have you two stupid little bitches got there?"

"Why don't I show you?" shouted Bailey triumphantly as she flicked the switch and the hoover roared into life. 

Brandishing it like a weapon, straight into her Mom's face - Bailey grinned in triumph as she saw the look of horror on Tasha's face and the other woman groaned as with a hiss she shook and trembled.  Last time the hoover had sucked the bitchy energy out, streamers of pink light floating through the air to be captured by the machine - but this time something different was happening.

As she watched in growing horror, Bailey saw that her Mom was deflating - emptying, her skin becoming loose and baggy as it collapsed to the floor.  It was like the hoover was sucking out her life-force and animation, leaving only the skin behind - and with a clatter and a crumple, she emptied out entirely caving inwards till there was nothing left but a heap of skin and clothing on the floor.

Flicking it off, the hoover dropped from her numb fingers and Jenna and Bailey looked down in horror at all that remained of Natasha.  A sexy tanned skin, soft luscious hair and the clothes of a fucking bitch all in a neat little pile on the floor of the bedroom.

"OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE?" screamed Bailey in horror. "I killed my MOM!  I know she was evil, but I didn't want to kill her... what the hell is wrong with this thing?"

Jenna shook her head in a daze, "I'm... I... I don't know what to say Bailey.  I'm so sorry."

"No... there has to be a way to fix this, reverse this.  I know -  I'll run to the shop, see if I can get them to help.  You stay here and I'll be back as quick as I can."

Jenna nodded and helped Bailey put the hoover into a box.  Then she watched as her friend ran down the road towards the repair shop.

Feeling guilty about what had happened, Jenna returned to the bedroom and looked at the Natasha skin lying on the floor.  A terrible fascination and urge overtook her and reaching gingerly down she touched the flesh on the floor. It felt soft... smooth... still warm.  It felt like it was alive. Curious Jenna picked it up and lay it on the bed.  She had to admit, the body Tasha had created for herself by stealing from others was incredible.  The now deflated tits were massive, the skin tanned and sexy - the curves tight and perfect.  The bitchy but gorgeous face had long lashes and a perfect wave of gorgeous hair around it.  Shame it looked so creepy without anything behind it... just an empty face, like it was waiting to be filled.

Rolling the flesh over, Jenna admired the perfect ass on display - but then suddenly noticed that along the perfect flow of back flesh was what almost looked like a thin seam.  Reaching down, she realised it was possible to open the skin up - almost like a suit.  As he hands passed inside a shiver ran down her and a desire to slide her hands deeper grew.  She pushed her arm in and guided it into one of Tasha's empty appendages.  It slid inside with a pleasant feeling till she felt her fingers mesh into Tasha's.  Wearing the skin like a glove she held it up and marvelled at how real it looked.  She now had Tasha's slutty manicure and her hands looked so much sexier and delicious.  She had a sudden strange flashback to being in a nailbar having her nails done... and knew it was a memory from the old life that Bailey had taken from her.

Put it all on... slip inside... take back what was stolen from you.

Jenna gasped as she seemed to hear a teasing coaxing voice whispering in her ear.  It made her wet and made her want to obey... it sent wicked thrills through her soul.  She wanted a voice like that.

"Hello?  Who is there?"

Slide into me... take these breasts, this pussy... this body for your own.  You'll be even more evil and powerful than you were before.  It's time to upgrade Jenna.

Memories began to flash through Jenna's mind - a mingling of her old memories and ones that could only belong to Tasha.  The temptation to obey grew.  A cruel smile briefly flashed over her lips as she had a sudden image of Bailey, kneeling before her, eating out her Goddess pussy in punishment for trying to take away her power.  She smirked at the thought of the strap-on she was going to ram into the little slut later too.  

"N... nooo, these aren't my memories," she groaned banishing the disgusting... yet enticing images from her mind.

They soon will be... you are becoming evil again and you like it.  You're getting wet at the thought of the power. You want me to absorb you and make you into the new Mistress. Yesssss that's right - we'll be even more powerful together. Get inside and feel yourself become the bitch you want to be again.

Jenna groaned as her other hand seemed to be pulled inside the suit... she moaned as her clothing began to rip and tear as the suit slid over her flesh and consumed everything.  "Noooooo," she groaned as her hips were pulled forwards and she gasped as her crotch locked into the skin before her.  

It's almost too late - just give in.  Push into me Jenna - slide into me willingly and the corruption will be even more powerful.  Say it... say you want to become Mistress Jenna.

Jenna was shivering, her eyes rolling in unholy ecstsay as the suit eagerly sucked her inside.  She was already cumming at the incredible sensations of the evil body that was becoming hers, her mind overwhelmed with pleasure as the skin took control of her body and pumped her full of hormones and serotonin - helping to condition her to be evil. 

"Yesssssss, make me into Mistress Jenna," she hissed, her lips curving into a slutty pout.  "Fucking corrupt MEEEE!"  With a giggle she thrust herself with an obscene push of her hips deep into the suit - sliding her head deep into the face in front of her.  She squealed in joy as the huge breasts in front of her inflated and grew and with a sucking slurp the skin began to seal up around her and tighten.

Manicured claws flexed as Jenna moaned like she was being fucked and the skin melded with her body.  Her mind was broken and remade as her old personality was brought back - but enhanced with all the knowledge and skills Tasha had accumulated in the last few weeks.  Jenna was now the driving personality, but all that Bailey's evil Mommy had been, was now within the perfect super bitch.

Standing up Mistress Jenna gathered up the clothing from the floor and began to put it on.  She enjoyed how tight and clingy the delicious black clothing was - how much of it left so little to the imagination. When you had a perfect body like this, why not flaunt it?  

"Mmmmh, I feel so much better," she grinned admiring herself in a mirror.  "I'm back and I'm badder than ever... I'm the perfect meld of pure sexuality.  No one will stop me now.  Well, not once I deal with the only person who is a threat to me..."  

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Bailey sobbed as she banged on the door of the repair shop - but they were clearly closed. Cursing she decided she had no choice but to return home. She and Jenna would have to work something out, she was glad her friend was here to support her.

Trudging back she opened the door and left the hoover in the hallway.

"Jenna?" she called out as she made her way upstairs.

The there was a clop of stiletto boot heels behind her and Bailey groaned in horror as she heard the sound of a hoover.

She felt herself begin to collapse...

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Humming happily to herself Mistress Jenna gathered up the Bailey skin from the floor and neatly bundled it up into a box.

"Ohhhh don't worry my dear, maybe one day I'll find some poor fool to wear you.  In the meantime you can stay like this. I know... life sucks... hahaha haha."

Mistress Jenna moaned as she touched herself and thought of all the evil naughty stuff she could now do Bailey was out of the way.

It felt so good to be so fucking evil... and no one was going to stop her.

THE END

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This sucks!

 

Bailey Johnson was having a shit day.  The eighteen year old college student should have been enjoying her weekend, but she had too much on her mind and she couldn't shake the despondency she felt today.  For someone so young, Bailey took life her little pretty seriously and she was constantly anxious about everything.  It had led to her adopting an almost constant frown and squint of worry that made her look like a startled rabbit.  Everything about Bailey lacked confidence, from her non-descript clothing and toned down makeup to her arms-folded body posture that screamed 'leave me alone'. She was a total wall-flower.

That, coupled with her humble background had led her to be bullied by the more popular, beautiful and rich Jenna Jones. Jenna was everything Bailey wasn't - self-assured, beautiful, outgoing and manipulative.  She had been victimising Bailey for years and was part of the reason Bailey wasn't enjoying her weekend.

The other reason was that her Mom had tasked her this weekend with a series of chores which involved cleaning the whole house from top to bottom.  They were trying to move house and her Mom had stressed how important it was that they stick to the cleaning schedule. Normally, that would have been easy, except now the vacuum cleaner had stopped working. Without it, she couldn't clean the house and her Mom would be upset when she got back.  Everything was going wrong and Bailey just felt like crying.

She bet Jenna didn't have problems like this in he life - that spoiled little bitch in her stupid designer clothes lived in some huge mansion and probably had servants to do everything for her.  By comparison, Bailey's life fucking sucked and the broken hoover felt like some metaphor for how she felt.  "Life sucks I guess," she muttered angrily. 

She glanced at her watch and stamped her feet in frustration. Her Mom would be pissed when she got home to find the hoover was broken, especially as Bailey had a feeling it was her own fault.  She should have picked up the larger pieces of rubbish she had lazily hoovered over, now one of them had clogged the mechanism.  She was about to give into despair, when she remembered there was a weird little repair shop open down the road. Maybe they could help.

The repair shop was a survivor from the time when small independent shops had still managed to thrive locally.  It was a tiny run down old shop-front squeezed between a laundrette and a pet-store.  The old wooden sign above the door was so grimy and weather-beaten it was impossible to read the name and the windows were dark and uninviting. Nethertheless, Bailey went inside with her vacuum cleaner, coughing nervously in the dark and stuffy air.

An old man in a pair of brown overalls, with hair so thin and white it was almost transparent and a pair of startlingly brilliant blue eyes shuffled out as she rang the bell on the counter.  He squinted at her through a pair of thick heavy set lenses and pushed his glasses up his nose as he regarded the hoover in front of him.

"Hi do you do repairs?" stammered Bailey nervously.

"Repairs, improvements, modifications - we do it all," he grinned proudly.  "Hmmmm, do you want me to modify this vacuum cleaner for you?  Are you looking for a attribute extractor for it?"

"A what?" asked Bailey in surprise as he started fussing over the machine.

"An attribute extractor - to suck physical and mental characteristics out of another person - it used to be my most popular upgrade."

"Ummm, no - I just wanted it repaired," squeaked Bailey nervously.

"Tell you what young lady," grinned the old man, "I'll fix this up AND throw in the upgrade for free.  Just give me a few minutes..."

Bailey watched in stunned silence whilst the old man swiftly began to modify her machine.  By the time she left the shop, it had been fitted with a whole load of weird wiring, switches and buttons and she stumbled home in a daze.  What had just happened?

She was relieved to find when she got home the cleaner worked better than new and within half an hour she had finished cleaning the house - but now with her chores done, she couldn't help but examine the new controls.  What the hell?  The crazy old guy really had added the 'Attribute extractor' functions to the hoover.  To her surprise when she experimentally pressed the button - it switched on without being plugged in... like it was running off a battery.

Walking to the window, Bailey gazed down the street and played with her hair - what a strange old shop.  Her gaze was suddenly drawn by a 'clip clop' of designer heels and a familiar bitchy drawl, and she gazed down to see Jenna Jones striding along with shopping bags hanging off her arms whilst she yacked to her stupid friends on her designer mobile phone.

A sudden impulse overcame Bailey and grabbing her hoover, she ran downstairs and opening her front door went out into the street.  Jenna was walking by, when she spotted her victim and decided to walk over to mock her.

"Hey loser, what the fuck are you doing out in the street with a hoover?  Have you totally lost your fucking mind?" laughed Jenna.

Bailey gazed enviously at Jenna.  The bitch looked amazing as always, slim, sexy and tanned.  Her perfect hair fell effortlessly around her beautiful shoulders as she proudly wore a designer shoulder less top so that her clothing clung sexily to her slender body.  Her perfect lips were pursed into a mocking pout and the smell of her expensive perfume seemed to follow her in a cloud.

"Maybe," laughed Bailey, "but you're about to lose something too..."

She didn't really know what she was doing, or really expect anything to happen - but she flicked the switch to 'extract' and putting on the hoover pointed it at Jenna.

The other girls eyes widened in surprise, then mocking laughter - then suddenly turned to fear.  "Hey... you freak, what the uuuuuuh hell are you doing to me?"

Both girls watched in amazement as a thin stream of pink mist began to rise out-of and from within Jenna.  As the hoover steadily sucked, it was drawn into the nozzle and Jenna groaned as more and more began to suck out of her.  As the essence was drawn out of Jenna - she began to change before Bailey's very eyes.

Jenna's clothes became cheaper and shabbier, her waist suddenly bulged out with chubby fat as her skin whitened and her teeth became uneven.  Her perfect glossy hair turned a boring dull brown and took on a straw like texture as spots and acne popped over her previously flawless skin.  Her soft round ass exploded into an unshapely derrier as her breasts shrunk down to leave her flat chested.  

The last of the pink essence was drawn out of Jenna and sucked into the cleaner, where it now flowed and pulsed inside the machine... trapped in the dust pan.  The former beauty queen, now an average looking nobody didn't scream or react to her sudden loss of status.  Instead she blinked in surprise and looked around confused.

"Ohhh hey Bailey, what am I doing at your house?  Did we have a Science project due?"

With a rush of adrenalin, Bailey realised that the machine must have sucked Jenna's memories, personality and physical attributes out of her, leaving her as a completely different person - a nobody. The essence of what had made Jenna so powerful - her wealth, her families status and her perfect genetics were now swirling as an unintelligent smoke within the hoover. 

"No Jenna - we don't have a project, I'll ummm, see you later," grinned Bailey as she took the hoover inside with her and laughed happily to herself.  "Holy shit, it worked - I don't have a bully anymore."

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Bailey left the hoover in the hall, and grinning ran to her computer to check social media.  She wanted to see if the reality changes really had happened, and to her delight as she scrolled through all her accounts she saw that Jenna really was a nobody now.  The hoover had sucked out everything that made Jenna the bitch she was.

"HELP!

Bailey gasped as she suddenly heard her Mom's voice from the Hallway and she ran out to see what was wrong.

"Mom? OH MY GOD!"

Bailey's Mom Natasha, had come home and found the hoover in the Hallway.  The panicked girl saw at once that the roiling mass of pink energy trapped inside the hoover had managed to infect the machine and it had come to life.  Like some evil snake the tube had lashed around Natasha's neck and pulled her to the floor.  Her Mom was now trying to rip it off as the nozzle of the hoover tried to force its way into her mouth.

"Mom, don't open your mouth," screamed Bailey - but her Mom yelled in panic as she saw her daughter. 

"Bailey, get out of here, I don't know.... oooohhhhmmmppphhhh."

The tube slid into Natasha's mouth and pink light crackled as the switch on the machine went from 'suck' to 'pump'.  Bailey sobbed in horror as thick pink energy began to pump into her Mom's mouth, forcing its way into her body as the machine squeezed all the evil bitchy energy collected from Jenna into Natasha's innocent body.

"Mmmmppphhhh," groaned Natasha as she began to eagerly suck the energy. She had never tasted anything so delicious in all her life and she moaned happily as her breasts began to grow and her clothing started to change.

"NO MOM, don't swallow it!" screamed Bailey as Natasha began to change, her body corrupting as she was infected by the evil energy.  Natasha's formerly innocent clothing turned to black designer lingerie as stockings crept up her legs and designer lipstick coated her face.  She became more beautiful, her body tanning and her waist crunching in as she became a wicked, spoiled MILF.

Gloating red lips curved into a slutty smile as the hoover switched off and the tube popped out of her mouth with an obscene slurp.  Natasha stood up - stretching her Goddess body as she looked down at her weak daughter with contempt and laughed. 

"Ahhhh Bailey, such a delicious treat you left for me to experience when I came home.  I love how this energy has made me feel - I WANT MORE!"

Grabbing the hoover, Natasha turned it round to face her daughter and laughing hit the 'Extract' button.

"NO, MOM - what are you doing" screamed Bailey as the little beauty and femininity she did possess began to be sucked into the device.  

"I am not your 'Mom' anymore," laughed the evil bitch as she licked her lips and savoured the thought of the feast that was to come.  "I am Mistress Tasha now and I will use this device to drain women to fuel my own ascension. I will become a Goddess and you will all become drab little nobodies."

Bailey fell to her knees and watched as her own Mother turned the tube round and pumped her daughters essence into her body.  She grew younger and sexier, her breasts getting even bigger as she moaned in self-indulgent pleasure.

"Now you weak little bitch - you're going to invite all your friends round so Mommy can drain them.  Maybe once I feel sexy enough, I'll stop feasting on them all - but right now, I want to be hotter.  This is going to be sooooo much fun."

Sobbing as Goddess Tasha made her call her friends and lure them to the house, Bailey decided this really was the worst day of her life.  Her Mom was an evil bitch now, brimming with evil - and with the extractor in her possession no one would be able to stop her becoming even more evil.

This really sucked...

THE END

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