Here Cums the Bride

Jasmine had always been jealous of her friend Tasha. Not only was Tasha better looking and better educated than Jasmine, but she had also snagged the better man.  Richard was handsome, rich and successful.  Far better than Jasmine's scummy boyfriend Logan.

Jasmine put on a sweet smile whenever she saw or spoke to Tasha, but the truth was her jealousy was gnawing away at her.  She wanted what Tasha had... and she was determined to get it.  Whilst Tasha may have been away getting a good education at University, Jasmine had spent her time productively researching dark magic and she had learned a few tricks.

It was the day of the wedding and the ceremony had been completed.  Richard and Tasha had been married only an hour ago. Now Tasha was back in her bedroom freshening up for the photos when she heard a knock at the door.

Still wearing her white wedding dress, Tasha walked over and opened the door.  She was surprised to see Jasmine waiting in the corridor with something long and thin wrapped up in paper.

"Jasmine, what do you want?  I don't have time to talk right now, I need to get ready for the photos."

Pushing into Tasha's bedroom, Jasmine smiled a fake smile and handed the object to Tasha.

"I didn't have time to give you your present earlier.  I want you to open it now."

Tasha scowled, but the quickest way to get rid of Jasmine was to open the gift, so she did so. She gasped in shock and disgust as she saw it was a big glass dildo... smooth and obscenely shaped.  As she grabbed it in her hand, a strange tingle ran up her arm and to her horror her pussy got instantly wet and her nipples hard.

"Ugggh, what the fuck is this?  What are you doing you crazy bitch?"

"Don't try to fight it Tasha," gloated Jasmine as she watched Tasha fall back onto the bed with a groan and start to rub the dildo against her large breasts. "The dildo cannot be stopped.  You MUST pleasure yourself with it.  Hike up that dress and slide it into your tight cunt... I can't wait to have that pussy for myself."

"Wh... what are you talking about," gasped Tasha unable to stop herself as she pulled down her panties to reveal her tight wet pussy.

"Your body is going to be mine Tasha.  I've always been jealous of what you have and with a little black magic I WILL become you.  I'm going to possess your hot body and make it mine. I'm going to take over you and there's nothing you can do to stop me. It's already too late."

"Nooooo," moaned Tasha as with a wet sucking sound, she slid the dildo into her pussy.  Groaning she began to pump it in and out, her hand acting as if it had a life of it's own. 

"That's it bitch," gloated Jasmine, "doesn't that feel good?  At least you'll have some pleasure before I take over your life.  I can't wait to get those big tits on MY chest and make your hot husband fuck the shit out of me.  You've always been so boring and pathetic. Wait till he gets a load of me inside you. I'm going to fuck the shit out of him and let him ream my new ass with that big dick of his."

"Noooooo, ohhhh fuck... you evil slut!"

"Yes, I am an evil slut... and once I have your body and life, I'll be even more powerful than before. Now cum for me and make room for me to get inside you bitch. I want to move into my new home."

Tasha screamed as the pleasure intensified and the dildo between her legs suddenly blasted out. She bucked and groaned... squirting like a fountain as she cummed uncontrollably and shook and shivered with lust.

"Ohhhh FUCCCCKKKKK!" she cried, gasping as her body began to deflate and more and more liquid blasted out of her pussy. As she cummed, she deflated and soon she was nothing but an empty skin in a wedding dress a wet puddle that had once been her soul soaking the carpet.

Positioning herself with her legs spread wide, Jasmine grinned and picking up the dildo began to pump her own pussy.  She chanted obscene words of power and moaning she too began to cum.  "Yes, YES!" she screamed as her cum blasted over Tasha's body and she sprayed her own juices all over Tasha's crotch.  With a wet slurp - the body began to suck the cum inside - Jasmine's essence flowing into Tasha and reinflating the body.

"YES! It's working!" screamed Jasmine in glee.  "Mmmmmh give it ALL to ME!"

With a final scream - Jasmine's body collapsed into nothingness... deflating and then melting away as Tasha's body sat up with a slutty grin and grabbed her big new tits.

"Oh yes, being Tasha feels so fucking good!  Your body is all mine now bitch! I AM Tasha!"

Giggling, she reached out and picked up her old handbag. Grabbing her old mobile phone she took out the SIM card and slid it into Tasha's more expensive phone. Using her fingerprint to open it she rang a number and grinned.

"It's done - get up here..."

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Richard was getting worried.  Tasha had gone to get ready for the photos ages ago and she still wasn't down.  Checking his watch, he decided he better go and see what was keeping her.

Making his way upstairs to the room Tasha was using to get ready he reached out and opened the unlocked door.  He gasped as he saw his brand new wife on her knees... her big tits out as she sucked and slobbered on another mans cock.

Tasha's blonde head was bobbing up and down and a scummy looking man Richard didn't recognise was groaning in ecstasy as his hot, beautiful wife pleasured him like a pornstar.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" screamed Richard running into the room and grabbing the man, shoving him roughly up against the wall.

Tasha giggled, precum and saliva dripping down her chin as she stood up and tucked her tits back into her crumpled wedding dress. The room stank of sex and there was a huge wet patch on the carpet.  A dildo lay discarded in the corner and she was smirking like a naughty whore.

"Hello darling husband. So glad you could make it."

"Tasha... I... wait a second. You aren't Tasha.  Who the fuck are you?"

Jasmine giggled as Richard looked deep into her eyes.  "Impressive.  Your love for Tasha means you can tell I'm not really her.  I suppose you're probably the only person in the world who can.  It's me... Jasmine... I've possessed Tasha's body and made it all mine.  I was just showing my boyfriend Logan the fun he can expect to have from now on."

"No... NO!" screamed Richard as he backed away in horror.  "You evil bitch, give Tasha back her body. This is sick!"

"Sorry Richard," purred Jasmine as she advanced on him, "the process can't be reversed.  But don't worry - we're still married and I will be a good wife to you. I'll give you what that frigid bitch Tasha never could." Backing him into a corner her hands went down to his trousers.

Jasmine's manicured fingers effortlessly undid Richard's fly and she giggled as his huge cock flopped out.  She began to stroke it and to his horror he found that he couldn't seem to resist. He felt so horny, he needed to let her pleasure him.

"Oh my GOD! You're twice as big as my boyfriend." 

Sinking to her knees, Jasmine laughed as her new hosts soft pink lips slid round Richard's big throbbing cock and he grunted as his big dick began to swell.  The newly married man groaned - he knew this wasn't really his wife Tasha - it was that bitch Jasmine inside her beautiful body - but for some reason he couldn't seem to stop.  Her once innocent features were now those of a hungry slut, her wedding dress unlaced to reveal her heaving breasts and wanton body. Tasha had always been ashamed of her massive DD tits and hyper-sexualised body - but Jasmine was loving it.

"What are you doing you fucking bitch?" groaned Richard as Logan - Jasmine's perverted boyfriend watched from the corner jerking his still erect cock. "You've taken over my wife - get out of her body... how dare you defile our wedding day?" "Your bitch wife was too weak to stop me and so are you," purred Jasmine as she sucked and slobbered on his throbbing cock. "You always wanted her to be a tight, dirty, bitch and now I'm inside her - she is." *glug glug glug* Richard groaned as Jasmine's head bobbed up and down and she took his cock deeper than Tasha had ever managed. In fact Tasha hated giving head, but Jasmine loved it

"Ohhhh fuck that feels good," groaned Richard. "That's right 'husband'" laughed Jasmine. "Only I can make you feel this good. You've been storing up so much cum haven't you? Tasha didn't want to fuck before the wedding... well now we're married and I want your cum down my throat." She opened her mouth wide and rammed her head onto his cock, glugging and sucking and choking. Tasha's innocent features were now those of a whore - her mascara running and her lipstick smeared as she deepthroated Richard's cock like her life depended on it. "You fucking bitch! TAKE IT!" suddenly gasped Richard as he lost control and began to actively participate in the sinful sex he was being subjected to.

"Look at your whore girlfriend," snarled Richard to Logan who was still jerking off in the corner. "She's my fucking slut now." Grabbing Jasmine's head, she moaned happily as Richard began to face fuck her... his massive dick ramming in and out of her bitchy mouth. She gagged happily... moaning as she struggled to breathe. Yes... he was losing control... he wanted her and she could feel the magic starting to work. "That's it slut. Maybe I'll let you keep Tasha's body... I never knew having such a fucking whore inside it would turn me on so much," he groaned. Maybe this slut taking over his innocent wife wasn't such a bad thing. She had awoken an evil part of him that longed to indulge in depraved sex like this.

He loved how it felt and he began to feel the biggest orgasm of his life building.  He couldn't wait to blow his load.

"Oh fuck, I'm GOING TO CUM!" Richard gasped as he began to cum... his cock twitching and throbbing as his balls contracted and Jasmine sucked and sucked. Cum flooded out of his cock... an endless stream. It blasted out of the corners of Tasha's mouth, dripping onto her massive breasts and over her wedding dress. She swallowed and swallowed, glugging happily... her throat muscles contracting as she sucked and swallowed.

But something was wrong. There shouldn't be this much cum coming out of him should there?

"Uhhhhhh, what's happening to me?" screamed Richard as more and more cum flowed out of him.

In the corner, Logan laughed as he watched Jasmine sucking the life out of Richard. Just like she'd drained Tasha out of her body, now she sucked Richard out of his through his cock. She groaned orgasmically as the last of his cum was sucked out into her evil mouth and she wiped her mouth with the sleeve of Tasha's wedding dress.

"Mmmmh, are you ready baby?" giggled Jasmine as she walked over to Logan and kneeling before him began to suck his dick too. Soon - he too was cumming, and he groaned as Jasmine began to suck the cum out of his cock too... but this time she didn't swallow. As his body crumpled to the ground she crawled over to Richard's body and sliding his cock into her mouth blew the cum back into it.

Logan's cum flowed into Richard's body and the skin began to inflate and swell as the evil spell Jasmine had used caused her boyfriend to be reborn in Richard's more powerful body. In moments it was done and the new Richard looked down at himself pleased with his new form.

"Oh fuck yes Jasmine, that was so hot... I feel so powerful now."

"My name is Tasha from now on husband," grinned Jasmine as she rubbed her breasts invitingly. "Their lives are ours and we can enjoy all their wealth for ourselves. Now come here and put a baby in me stud."

Sliding down her panties to reveal her dripping cunt, Jasmine smirked as her lover stroked his new dick and she invited him to fuck her. With a growl he advanced and slid his dick inside her... groaning at how tight she was.

Jasmine screamed as he began to fuck her and in her mind she heard thought she heard Tasha's pitiful cries as she lost control of her body forever and she and her husband were replaced.

"YES! Cum in me too Richard.... mmmmh because here.... comes.... the... bride!"

THE END

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Fit bitch: Stage Two

 Fit bitch: Stage 2

Stage Two: Fit Bitch Unleashed

Tyler was having a naughty dream.

In his dream a deliciously evil mean girl was bullying his friends and family.  The girl was beautiful - with long sexy brunette hair, a dazzling smile and tanned flawless skin.  She walked with a self-assured dominance - her body barely covered by her tight clingy clothing as she strutted like a Queen amongst her subjects.

Tyler's girlfriend Holly was in the dream, grovelling at the feet of this horny Goddess. For some reason, seeing his girlfriend abasing herself to another woman made him feel turned on and he began to enjoy the dream as he willed the bad girl to dominate his innocent girlfriend. 

"You fucking pathetic loser,"  laughed the hot bitch as she drove her toes into Holly's mouth, "suck my foot like a good slut. Lick off my Goddess sweat." Holly moaned, licking and sucking the girls foot like it was the best thing she'd ever tasted.

The woman slid her big breasts out of her top and began to play with herself... moaning as she squeezed her perfect breasts and rubbed her own nipples.  "Yes, you're just my fucking toy now bitch - and I love it."  The woman's hands went down to her crotch and she began to finger-fuck herself.

"YESSSS! I love being a fucking bitch!"

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Tyler groaned and opened his eyes blearily.  He was half-awake, half still in the dream - but as sensation returned he could feel the weight of the breasts on his chest - and feel his fingers deep between his legs as he finger fucked his new body and moaned like a whore.  

"Oh my God," he gasped squirming and soaking wet as he realised HE was the girl from the dream and he had been fantasising about dominating Holly whilst masturbating in his sleep.  On his wrist an expensive looking watch beeped and he groaned as he remembered his predicament.

The Fit Bitch had done this to him.

It had only been perhaps a week since his birthday - since Hyde.Inc had delivered the evil watch that had slowly corrupted him into a girl.  Through a mixture of pain and pleasure conditioning it had forced him to act more and more feminine - trying to turn him into Skylar... an evil, busty, bitch.  The mind shattering orgasms and pleasure the watch could deliver had quickly turned Tyler into an addict.  The exercise supplements and drugs the company had followed up with, had rapidly transformed his body too.  He'd exercised, masturbated and conditioned himself till he finally had the body that the Fit Bitch approved of.  He even had a pussy now and his dick was gone forever.  Stage one had been completed - his physical transformation was complete.

Now the watch was moving into Stage Two and he wasn't sure if he could stop it. Nothing felt better than doing what the watch told him to do and he felt nothing but nausea and sickness when he disobeyed it.

Nausea and sickness like the kind that was welling up inside him now.  Tyler's head throbbed... his body ached... he felt like he wanted to tear his skin off... he felt so weak and poorly.  He groaned as the pleasurable sensation of masturbating as a girl faded to be replaced by pain.  "Noooooo," he groaned wanting to cum so desperately, wanting to feel his clit explode.

He knew what the problem was immediately.  He was thinking of himself as Tyler... so long as he was thinking as a male, he would feel bad.  There was only one way to stop the pain... one way to get the pleasure back...

Skylar sighed and her lips twitched into a smile as the nausea faded and the pleasure returned stronger than ever.  "Oooooh fuck, I hate that you make me love this so much," she gasped as she squealed and moaned, playing with her pussy and rubbing her tits till with a final eye-rolling moan she cummed and groaned as she squirted hard.

And with a beep - the Fit Bitch fell off her wrist.

Skylar blinked in surprise and looked down at the watch.  Her fingers still sticky with her cum, she slowly sat up and her pretty mouth dropped open slightly.  "Wh... what?" she gasped, looking down at the evil watch lying next to her.  A message was blinking on the display

2% POWER - PLEASE CHARGE TO BEGIN STAGE TWO

Skylar gasped.  The Fit Bitch had run out of power.  She... she was free!  

Leaping up Skylar whooped. She was no longer enslaved to the evil watch, she was able to make her own choices at last!  This was her chance!

She ran to her phone and picked it up.  Now she would ring the police, tell them everything... there must be a way to force Hyde.Inc to reverse this process and turn her back into Tyler. Surely what they had done to her was illegal?  Surely they could turn her back into a boy?

Nausea welled up in Skylar and she suddenly gagged at the thought of turning back.  The thought of wearing male clothes, of no longer having this hot, beautiful, powerful body made her feel disgusted. What was she doing? She couldn't let anyone take this away from her. 

"Wh... what the fuck is wrong with me?" she groaned clutching her head.

You don't want to turn back into a stupid fucking boy.  You like what the Fit Bitch has done to you.

"Noooooo," moaned Skylar as her own mind turned against her.

Aren't you even curious as to how fucking good stage two could feel?  Why don't we charge up the Fit Bitch and put it back on?  Giving into it will feel SO good.

Walking over to the watch Skylar picked it up.  Part of her wanted to smash it.... part of her wanted to wear it again.  She hesitated as she struggled for control within herself.

Holding the Fit Bitch, Skylar thought about how good it felt when it rewarded her for doing the things it wanted her to do. The surge of pleasure - the explosive orgasms... groaning she slid the watch onto the charging station that had come in the original box and staggered away as it began to power back up.  

It has a fast charge facility.  30 minutes and we can begin stage two. What can we do for 30 minutes?

Skylar knew exactly what she could do.

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Masturbating without the Fit Bitch on just wasn't the same.  Skylar bit her lip and whined like a spoiled slut as she urgently pumped her tight pussy with one of the sex toys she'd acquired during her transformation. It still felt good - but it felt like scratching an itch that wouldn't go away.  She knew that no matter how much she touched herself or masturbated - she'd never reach those orgasmic highs without the Fit Bitch.

But there was more than that to it.  It wasn't just a physical thing anymore.  Skylar knew that the Fit Bitch hadn't just wanted to turn her into a woman. It had been programming her to act and behave a certain way.  It had been making her more and more feminine... but there was more to it than that.

The watch had seemed keen to punish her for kind or considerate actions. It had encouraged her to swear... to be selfish... to be mean.  It wanted her to be evil and that was somehow such a turn on.

She groaned as she suddenly got wetter.

Skylar gasped as the orgasmic feelings her body had become addicted to began to return.  As she thought about being bad, about doing naughty, cruel, evil things - the pleasure increased. 

"YES," she hissed grinning and spreading her legs wider.  "Ohhhh FUCK!  That feels good."

Skylar began to fantasize about her best-friend Mark.  He was in a loyal and committed relationship with his girlfriend Ashley.  It would be so easy to seduce him... make him cheat on Ashley... turn him into HER simp.

"OH FUCCCCCK," gurgled Skylar her eyes rolling up into her head at the thought of making Mark kneel between her legs and eat her out.  With a scream, she began to cum imagining ejaculating all over his face whilst Ashley sat in the corner handcuffed to a chair and sobbing.

Skylar screamed and bucked, moaning as she squirted like a fountain - images of using a Fit Bitch on Holly to turn her into an obedient slave - of taking the technology from the Fit Bitch and merging it with her own program Pax to create an app that could allow her to control people filled her horny mind and her body rewarded her with pleasure.

Then it was done and she was left panting and wet on the bed.

Dropping the dildo, Skylar shivered and groaned.  She felt like sobbing too... how could she think such evil and depraved thoughts?  But now she'd thought them, they were burned in her mind.

Pax.... how could she have forgotten about Pax?  That was what this was all about.  Hyde.Inc had wanted to buy the mental health app from her - now she was beginning to suspect why.  Their company were clearly looking for ways to further weaponise this conditioning technology.  Skylar was horrified to realise, in her mind she'd begun to look for (and realise) ways it could be done.

But only a truly evil, spiteful, self-centered ego-maniac would do something so unethical.

The thought made her pussy almost instantly wet again.

"Nooooo, what the fuck is wrong with me," she groaned - hating herself for her depraved thoughts.

It's only natural to resist what we truly want.  The feelings of guilt will pass as we accept what we truly are.  We're only fighting this because it goes against everything we once believed.  But we should just admit we WANT to become more evil because it feels so good.

"No... no we... I don't want to become evil."

YES we do. Put the Fit Bitch back on and let it continue our corruption.  That way we can pretend we were forced... that this wasn't really what we wanted.  Give into it.

Skylar suddenly heard an insistent beeping.  The Fit Bitch was fully charged again and it was waiting for her to wear it.  

What was she going to do?

You know exactly what you're going to do. It's time to start Stage 2.

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Sliding the Fit Bitch around her wrist, Skylar groaned like an addict getting a hit of their chosen drug as she tightened the strap and felt it bond with her body again.  "Fuck, I missed you," she purred - realising she was now just as addicted to the watch that had ruined her as she was to this new body it had given her.

Last time she'd worn the watch not knowing what it was, what it could do.  This time she was putting it on willingly... she just needed to feel its control over her again.  She wanted to experience Stage Two.  What else was she going to do now it had made her like this?

Calibrating.

Good morning Skylar.  Beginning Stage 2.

Your Bitchness goal for today is to achieve at least 100 points towards bitchifying yourself.

"Bitchness goals?" mused Skylar as she read the scrolling text on the screen.  

Completing ultra-feminine, selfish, slutty and mean actions will award points.  You must achieve enough points to hit your daily target.

Skylar saw she now had a 'bitchiness' counter on the watch.  It was currently on 0.  Experimentally, she walked over to the bed and picked out a pink bikini set - the sluttiest one that Holly had owned.  Pulling her big heavy tits inside the cups of the binki and squeezing her tanned, perfect ass into the lower half - she grinned as she saw she'd achieved bitchiness points for her choice of outfit.

Wearing makeup... shaving her body... putting on perfume.  All awarded points.  Speaking in a slutty voice... swearing... rolling her eyes.  They all would reward points now.  The spoiled bitchy behaviour the watch had started to program into her during stage 1 now needed to be reinforced. 

But that alone wouldn't be enough. To hit her daily target, Skylar was going to need to up the ante. 

You wanna become a bitch so badly now don't you?  You know it's wrong, but it feels so fucking good to imagine every last drop of empathy being squeezed out of your tight new body as you become totally evil and self-obsessed. We're going to hit those targets and we're going to enjoy every last second.

Skylar groaned as her pussy got wet and she reached out to grab her phone as she played with herself. Even as she began to message - the bitch counter on her Fit Bitch began to increase...

This was going to be fun...

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Holly was in a complete state.  Her hair was a mess, her face red with crying.  She wiped her running nose on her sleeve whilst next to her Mark shifted uncomfortably on his seat.  He wasn't sure what to say to her as they sat in his living room, but lukily his girlfriend Ashley was.  She hugged Holly and stroked her hair, comforting the distraught other woman.

It was a few days since Tyler had seemingly kicked Holly out of the apartment and she'd been a broken woman since.  With nowhere else to stay - Mark and Ashley had told her she could stay with them for a few days.  They'd all tried ringing or contacting Tyler - family members and friends had even gone round and banged on the door - but they'd all been denied entry. 

"He told me to go fuck myself, he said he wanted to break up.  Why would he say such horrible mean things?  And his voice... what was wrong with his voice? He sounded... like a girl! I caught him wearing my clothes as well.  I don't understand what is happening to him.  He was so happy at his birthday party."

"I don't know babe.  Maybe he's having a mental breakdown?  He's been working so hard on that computer app of his, maybe he's losing his mind?"

Mark felt his phone suddenly vibrate and pulling it out of his pocket, he gasped in excitement.

"Holy shit - Tyler just messaged.  'Come to the apartment alone - I can explain everything, we need to talk!'

Holly looked at him in surprise,  "Are you going to go?"

Mark nodded, "Yes. This could be my one chance to talk some sense into him and find out what the fuck is going on.  You stay here and I'll go confront Tyler and have it out with him. Tell Ashley when she gets back that I won't be long."

"Maybe I should come with you?" whimpered Holly.

"No... not yet.  Let me talk to him first and then if that goes well, I'll message you to come over."

"Okay... good luck."

Holly grabbed Mark and hugged him.  He stroked her hair and gently took her face in his hands. "Don't worry, it's going to be okay. Tyler is the kindest, nicest guy I know.  I don't know what the hell is happening to him, but whatever it is - he'll beat it.  He loves you - I know he does, and that's all that matters."

"I hope you're right," sobbed Holly.

"I know I'm right," said Mark with conviction as he grabbed his car keys and walked out with a determined expression on his face.

Holly watched him go - a spark of hope in her breast.

Sometimes a spark was all you needed.

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Knocking on the door, Mark felt his heart leap as he heard bolts slide back and the door slid open.

"Hiya Mark."

He goggled at the sexy girl standing in the doorway.  She was tanned and toned - her entire body smooth and perfect.  She wore an expensive looking e-watch on her wrist and her soft silky hair tumbled down around her shoulders.  Her body was barely covered up - a bright lime green bikini set barely holding her massive tits under control - her plump round ass prominently on show.  Soft pouty lips curved into an amused smile as she saw his reaction.

"It's me... Tyler."

She winced as she said the name, almost as if saying it hurt her.  "Ple.. please call me Skylar though, it's my new name. I can't use my old one anymore, I'm not allowed."

"Not allowed - is this some sort of joke?" asked Mark in shock, "Where's the real Tyler?  What the hell is he playing at?"

"It IS me Mark," whispered Skylar almost shyly,  "I've changed... I've been changed... I... please come in and I'll explain."

Mark walked into the apartment following the strange girl.  It looked like a hurricane had hit it. There were empty cardboard boxes full of discarded protein shakes - girls clothing strewn everywhere and no one had bothered to tidy up for days. 

"What the hell happened here?" asked Mark in shock as Skylar sat down on the sofa and made him sit next to her.

Holding up her wrist, Skylar looked sadly at Mark.  "You've got to help me Mark.  It's this watch.  It's transformed me.  I can't take it off and it's fully in control of my actions.  It made me become a girl and now it wants me to be bad. I'm frightened as to what it will make me do next."

Skylar explained to Mark what had happened over the last few days.  She was at great pains to make it clear that she wasn't in control of her actions - that the watch was forcing her to do all of this.  Mark was shocked - but as he listened and she told him things that only Tyler would remember or know, he began to believe.  Seeing evidence of his old friend inside this slutty new body made him feel sick.

"Hyde.Inc have to pay for this. We have to go to the police..."

Skylar screamed - moaning, she clutched her stomach and gasping writhed in agony on the sofa.

"Tyler... I mean Skylar... whatever you're called... what's wrong?"

"Aggghhh, the watch is punishing me for even thinking of going to the police.  It gives me pain when I try to do things it doesn't like."

"It's okay - we won't go to the police - we won't!"

Skylar stopped writhing and with a sob sat up.  "Oh thank you Mark."

"We need to get it off you - then we can do something, why don't I just remove it?"

"NO!" snapped Skylar, strangely sounded worried for a moment.  "I uhhhh, it will hurt me if you try. No - the only way to get it off me is to do what it wants so it deactivates and I can take it off."

"Okay," said Mark.  "And what do you have to do to get it off?"

"You have to let me get YOU off," smirked Skylar. "You have to let me suck your cock."

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Skylar wanted to giggle insanely at the expression on Mark's face - he was in total shock. It was all she could do not to laugh and give the game away.  She was proud of her acting skills so far.  She sounded completely plausible as the friend in trouble who needed help.

Well after all - isn't that the truth?

Well yes - except she'd said nothing about having already got the Fit Bitch off and then voluntarily putting it on.  She'd also lied about the pain - the Fit Bitch hadn't punished her once since she put it back on. It knew her lies and deceit were intended to manipulate Mark and had actually been rewarding her.  It had been hard not to groan in pleasure when she was supposed to be in pain. The Fit Bitch had made her feel so good about lying to her friend.

Lying is good... it's worth lots of bitch points.  You love being a naughty little liar.

Tyler would never have lied... he hated people who made things up.  Skylar though... she loved it. It felt good to lie, to say hurtful things. As poison dripped from her lips - the Fit Bitch would reward her.  She was starting to enjoy how depraved it was making her.

NO!

A sudden pang of guilt throbbed through her as she saw the pain and hurt in Mark's eyes.  This wasn't some random person - this was her best-friend.

"What?  Why would you say something like that to me?  How can that possibly be something you need me to do?"

For an instant Skylar wanted to apologise - say sorry. She wanted to tell Mark that this was all a trick, all a game and things had nearly gone too far.  She opened her mouth to speak.

A wave of nausea flooded through her.  She felt her stomach cramp.  This time the Fit Bitch really was punishing her.  Looking down at her wrist, she gasped in panic as she saw she was LOSING bitch points.

Stop being so pathetic and get your mouth round this losers cock.  Once you're sucking him off, he'll be putty in your hands.  We'll easily hit our bitch point target for the day.

Skylar felt a wave of Euphoria and evil flood through her at the thought of making Mark cheat with her. She shivered as her pussy got wet and the Fit Bitch manipulated her pleasure and pain centres, making her want to be bad... to be evil.

Fuck yeah... being bad feels so good.  I love what this fucking watch is doing to me?  Why was I even hesitating a moment ago?

"Oh Mark," sighed Skylar in mock anguish.  "If there was any other way I'd take it.  I know what I'm asking you to let me do is wrong and depraved and wicked - but if it helps me get this damn watch off - you'll save me.  Ashley never has to know.  We can say that you came round, helped me get off the watch and then we can find a way to turn me back to normal."

"I... I don't know," muttered Mark as Skylar reached over and with her painted nails began to rub at his crotch.

"Oh come on, it's not like it will be that bad.  I mean... look at me.  Look at my tits. I'm fucking hot Mark - much hotter than Ashley. Don't you wanna know how it feels to have your cock in my mouth?  Between my big tits?"

Mark groaned as Skylar unzipped his fly and giggled as his swelling cock popped out of the slit.  Taking it in one hand, she cooed and sliding onto her knees in front of him, licked the tip.  "Mmmmmmh," purred Skylar tasting precum and feeling the cock twitch.  Sure - she'd never sucked cock before, but as she felt the Fit Bitch pulse and reward her with pleasure - she knew she must be doing something right.

Being bad is good.  Making boys your toys is fun.

A warm feeling flooded through Skylar as with a horny sigh she began to stroke her hand up and down on Mark's cock and took the head of his dick into her wet pink mouth.  He looked down through guilty eyes at the gorgeous slut sucking him off began to go deeper and deeper with wet gargling sounds.

"Oh fuck, this is so wrong.  We shouldn't be doing this."

Yes we should.  I love cheating on that bitch Holly and Ashley is nothing compared to me. Mmmmh this feels so fucking good.

"Tyl... Skylar... stop... I've changed my mind," groaned Mark - but she ignored him and just took his cock deeper.  His hands reached down to grasp her head - pull her off... but as his hands slid into her silky hair he just found that he was using his hands to help move her head up and down on his cock.  It just felt too good to stop.

"Ohhhh fuck, Skylar... ohhh yes, suck my dick."

Pulling her head off with a wicked smile - pumping his cock to keep it hard, Skylar looked at him with twinkling eyes.

"Suck my dick... what?  What am I Mark... say it."

"Suck my dick you little fucking slut," moaned Mark and Skylar squealed in pleasure. 

Yessss, when he calls me a slut it makes me feel so good.  I LOVE this!

Mark had never been harder. His cock was rock solid and as Skylar squeezed his balls he grunted in ecstasy. Giggling she pulled her head off his dick and began to suck his balls instead.

"Mmmmh, help me get more bitch points - tell me what I am Mark."

He groaned as she popped his balls into his mouth, her nails tickling the head of his dick.

"Y...you're a bitch."

Yes!  Yes.. when he says it, it feels like it's changing me... making me into who I want to be.

"You can do better than that Mark - come on."

"Y..you're a fucking bitch.  A dirty, little slut."

YES YES I AM!

Skylar could feel her watch buzzing and vibrating.  The Fit Bitch was rewarding her, flooding her body with serotonin as it made her enjoy every moment of this.  She shuddered and moaned in pleasure, her pussy was so fucking wet now she could barely stand it.

"That's right Mark.  I'm a fucking bad bitch, and you love it don't you?"

Glancing at her watch, Skyler grinned as she saw she had already smashed her bitch points target for the day.  This was too easy.  

She began to pump and stroke Mark's cock with her sexy hands, using both of them whilst making eye contact. 

"I want you to know something Mark," she smiled. 

"I lied to you earlier.  I lied about the watch.  It isn't stuck on my wrist - in fact, I think I can remove it anytime I like now.  I put it back on because I like what it's doing to me.  Bit by bit it's destroying that loser Tyler and making him into ME.  I'm not quite finished yet - but I already know what kind of girl I want to be. "

Mark gasped as Skylar's hands increased in speed.  She spat on his cock - her hands pumping up and down with confident strokes - her incredible face with their cruel sexy eyes staring into his.

"I want to be the most evil, selfish, slutty and hot bitch I can possibly be.  I want to become so vain and mean that all I care about is me.  I want to have money, power and sex.  I want to be a fucking bitch Mark.  I will have the bitchiest body and the bitchiest mind of any girl in this city.  I will take everything that was Tyler's and make it mine."

Yes... soon that's exactly who I will be.

"N...noooo," groaned Mark realising he'd been tricked but unable to stop Skylar from giving him pleasure. "I'll stop... you."

"No you won't Mark.  You're just going to cum for me.  You're going to fucking cum all over my slutty face."

"Uggghhhh you evil... fucking... bitch," moaned Mark.

YESSS! Keep saying it Mark.  I love how it makes me feel when you call me evil.  Fuck, but it feels so GOOD!

"Yes, that's right Mark... I'm evil... but you're still going to cum for me. Cum for me now... fucking CUM FOR ME!"

"OHHH SHIT!"

Mark screamed - his cock spasming as it began to blast out hot spurts of white cum.  They splashed and landed on Skylar's giggling face as she frantically pumped him and squeezed his balls, milking him for every drop.

"HAHAHA! Oh doesn't it feel good Mark?"

He gasped, spasming and clawing at the sofa - the most intense orgasm he could ever remember having pulsing through his body and making him arch his back.  Then it was done... his cock still in Skylar's hand, cum leaking out and dripping onto the sofa.

Mark was spent - but now his sexual urges were satisfied - he was free of Skylar's manipulative control for a moment.  Groaning he began to sit up.  This evil bitch had used him, but now he was going to deal with the situation.

*Snap*

He felt something snap around his wrist - cold and metallic in parts, rubbery in others.  Bemused he looked down to see that Skylar had take off her Fit Bitch and had put it on his wrist.

"What the hell?" he gasped as she stood up and laughing licked up a drop of cum from the corner of her mouth.

"Stage Two is complete Mark - I don't need to wear my Fit Bitch now.  The pleasure and pain responses it has gifted me are burned into my brain. I've been fully bitchified and there's no going back.  I will experience pleasure when I do evil and bad things and pain if I try to be good or turn back into Tyler.  It's just part of who I am now."

"You pyscho bitch... I'm not going to let you get away with this..."

Mark screamed as sudden agony washed through every limb and fibre of his being.  He screamed and writhed as pain like nothing he had ever experienced lanced through his body.  It felt like he was being skinned alive.

OBEY SKYLAR.  WORSHIP GODDESS

The Fit Bitch on his wrist was beeping and pulsing - sending him a message he couldn't ignore. 

Leaning down, Skylar laughed as she stroked his head and shushed him.

"Shhhhhhh, don't fret my pet.  The conditioning hurts at first, but you'll soon come to love it.  You'll experience only pleasure and rapture when you do things that please me.  If you go against my wishes or my interests - then you'll feel pain."

"Wh... what are you doing?  Ty...Tyler please," whimpered Mark.

"Tyler is gone silly boy," giggled Skylar.  "I understand now what Hyde.Inc wants me to do. The technology in Pax can be weaponised in the same way the Fit Bitch works.  Using pain and pleasure... suggestion and conditioning - I can make people do whatever I want and change them, just like I've been changed."

Standing up Skylar strutted over to the window and gazed out onto the city.  "Thousands of people just waiting to use Tyler's lovely app to help them in their lives.  Imagine what a Goddess who wants the world to worship her could do with power like that?  Doesn't it make you fucking horny Mark?"

"N...no... please... it's not too late," whimpered Mark as the pain subsided and he slowly rose from the floor.

"Oh but it is," smirked Skylar.  "Far too late for you at any rate. I already know what I have to do.  Stage Three is about to begin and it's time for me to go from helpless victim of the Fit Bitch into it's true Mistress.  But first I'm going to need to test out my theories and I'm going to need a henchman to serve my needs.  With a little conditioning, you will be perfect."

Advancing on Mark - Skylar began to laugh as he backed away at the ruthless emptiness behind her eyes.  He bumped up against the wall and groaned as she grabbed his cock and began to stroke it.  The pleasure this time was ten times stronger, the watch intensifying the sensations... making him want to do whatever Skylar asked him too. 

Seeing him moaning in ecstasy and falling under her control, Skylar smiled and leaned in close. "Don't worry Mark - in a few hours time you'll be just as excited about my plans as I am. You're going to love what I turn you into.  You're going to help me deal with Holly and that slut Ashley.  She's not your girlfriend anymore... I AM.  From now on, you're all mine."

She stopped stroking his cock and he groaned, desperately gasping as he willed the pleasure to return.

"Ple... please don't stop, oh fuck it feels amazing."

"Then say it Mark. Say it and I'll finish you off."

"I... I... I'm all yours."

And as Skylar pumped his dick with a huge grin on her face and Mark began to cum again - her mind filled with evil thoughts and desires as she thought about just how delicious Stage Three was going to be.

"That's right Mark and soon everyone else will be too."

END

TO BE CONTINUED IN STAGE 3 - THE FINALE

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B for Bully

It had been a mistake to ever wear the necklace.  A mistake that had nearly cost him everything.  Now he was beginning to wonder if it had also been a mistake to come back here.

Sitting in Charlotte's house, Billy Grey was finding it hard to resist the rush of memories it was inspiring.  The last time he'd been here, it had been as his alter-ego, his female persona.  He'd worked hard to expunge her from his mind, but Blake wasn't so easily banished.

Billy squeezed his eyes shut and tried to block out the unbidden flashbacks.  The feel of his body squeezed into soft feminine clothing and the scent of perfume rising from his skin.  The taste of makeup on his face and the tickle of soft blonde hair around his shoulders.  The feeling of supremacy as Charlotte grovelled at his feet and kissed his pedicured toes.

Shuddering, Billy gripped the arm of the chair he was sitting in and tried to stop the involuntary twitch of his cock as it started to get hard.  His heart was pounding and for a moment it felt like he had long sexy nails again... he imagined them digging into the chair.... or wrapped round a big, juicy, cock.  He imagined beckoning with his acrylic nails and laughing as he watched Charlotte crawl over the floor like a worm to suck the dick he was offering to her.  

Suck it you little slut, I'll make you into a good whore for all the boys.  You're my bitch now...

NO!

Billy grit his teeth and forced his eyes open.  He was stronger than this - he would not allow himself to succumb again.  He was in control!

A sound from the doorway made him turn his head and he swallowed nervously as Jack walked into the room holding a small jewellery case. Charlotte's step-father was tall and powerfully built.  He'd married Charlotte's older mother and he was still only in his late forties - his hair still thick and his face still rugged and handsome.  He had an easy confidence about him, a masculinity that was alien to the nerdy Billy.

Billy had always felt weak and nervous in Jack's presence.  He found him highly intimidating, but he owed the guy some answers and he had made a promise to himself that he would make things right.

"Is this it?"

Jack tossed the box onto the chair next to him and Billy nodded nervously.

"Yes, the necklace is inside.  Once we throw it into the river, no one else will ever have to get hurt."

Jack stroked his chin and sat back.  "First, I want some more answers.  I want to know exactly how my step-daughter ended up as a slut.  I want to know what you did to her. "

Billy looked down, ashamed, as he gathered the courage to try and explain.  "It was all my fault.  You can't begin to understand how dangerous that necklace is..."

"Then make me understand..."

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Billy and Charlotte had been friends for years.  He often wished they could be more than that - in fact, Billy had secretly been in love with Charlotte for as long as he could remember.  She feigned ignorance of his feelings, but he sometimes suspected she knew about his crush.  Unfortunately, she clearly wasn't interested in him, having her sights firmly set on Mikey Campbell.   The popular boy had everything Billy didn't have.  He was athletic, muscular, handsome.  He had an easy charming grin and a masculine aura that made girls weak.

Charlotte was shy and average,  so Mikey was way out of her league, but that didn't stop her fantasizing about him.  It was obvious from her body-language she had a crush on the popular boy, but without some serious upgrades she was never going to get with him.

Mikey's taste in girls was for hot, busty, blondes.  He liked cheerleading bitches who were ultra-feminine and popular at school.  He liked a female bully and there was no way Charlotte was ever going to be strong enough to become one.

At least until Billy got his hands on the Bully Charm.

Billy remembered the first time he had seen the necklace.  It looked like such an innocent thing in its little black jewellery box.  The hinged lid had swung up to reveal it nestling amongst black velvet and he'd carefully taken it out of the box.

The necklace was a capital B worked in gold about the size of a thumb, studded with sparkling stones.  It hung on a gold chain and looked just like any other necklace.  There was nothing to suggest the power it held.

He'd been browsing through the second hand jewellery section in the local pawnbrokers, looking for a birthday present for Charlotte.  He wanted to get her something really nice and the little black box had just... jumped out at him.

You should buy it.  It looks so fucking cute.  Better yet, just steal it.  Take it NOW.

Billy had slipped the box into his pocket and casually walked out of the shop.  He'd never stolen anything in his life before, he was usually a lawful person. His heart was hammering as his bowls clenched and fear gave him the biggest adrenalin rush he'd ever experienced.  He didn't look back till he'd walked all the way home then, once safely in his room, he'd taken the box out and looked at himself in the mirror with a look of horror.

"What the fuck did I just do?  Oh my God... I just stole.  Fuck, I have to take this back, I have to convince the owner it was a mistake or something!" 

But it wasn't a mistake.  You saw something you wanted and you took it.  Don't feel guilty now. Guilt is for losers.

Billy hesitated and took a deep breath.  Something wasn't right here.  He didn't feel himself.  He felt strange, almost like he was being influenced.  His innermost thoughts seemed almost alien to him.

Maybe you're just finally thinking clearly at last.  Maybe you're realising for the first time in your life that if you want something, you just have to take it. Why don't you take a look at your prize?

Opening the black box hesitantly, Billy reached in with trembling fingers.  He lifted the necklace and watched the light glittering from it.  It really was quite beautiful.

Why don't you try it on?  After all - you went through a lot of risk to get it.  It would be a shame not to wear it at least once.

Billy's fingers undid the catch and brought the gold chain to his neck.  He slid the necklace around his throat and fastened it with one smooth movement.

And then... everything changed.

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Blake gasped as the necklace changed everything about her in a split second.

Physically - she was instantaneously transformed from nerdy boy into hot girl.  She shrunk to 5' 7", her ass pushing out as her boobs exploded out into a pair of sexy 32 E's and her skin became smooth and hairless. Short brown hair lengthened in an instant into sexy golden locks as hot nails shot out from each finger and she became a curvy sex bomb.

"Oh my GAWD," moaned Blake squirming in ecstasy as her dick was replaced by her tight new pussy and her pretty blue eyes rolled up in pleasure as her sensitive new body throbbed with pleasure.  There wasn't a trace of Billy left as the necklace settled pleasingly above her impressive new cleavage and the confident little hottie stretched out, groaning at how good it felt to be a girl.

Blake's clothes had transformed too - Billy's boxer shorts were now sexy pink boyshorts that matched Blake's crop-top and over them she wore a tight pair of denim hotpants that left her long sexy legs exposed.  White high heels pushed her up into a ultra-feminine pose - her little toes pedicured and perfect.  Perfect makeup - bringing out the softness and sensuality of her features coated her face and delicious vanilla smelling perfume rose from her flawless body.

An expensive state of the art iphone was squeezed into a tiny pocket in her hot-pants and a handbag lay on the table, full of makeup and a purse containing her driving license and Daddy's credit cards.

Because mentally - Blake had transformed too.

She knew she was really Billy Grey - or at least she knew moments before she had been Billy. Now she was Blake Grey, the hottest, most popular girl in school and it was like a switch had been flipped in her head.

Blake's posture and body language were feminine, and her memories were new to her, but going back years.  She now knew Melody Cooper and Paige Parker were her best-friends.  She knew that her Daddy Pete was a rich celebrity lawyer and she lived in the biggest house in town and got everything she wanted as a result. She knew she drove a pink Mercedes convertible and had a wardrobe so full of clothes she'd forgotten half of what she owned.  

She knew that every girl at school feared her and wanted to be her and that she liked how it felt to be the Alpha.  She knew how to flirt and she knew how to get men to do what she wanted. She knew she liked sex and that she was bisexual - big dicks turned her on, but so did cute girls. She knew she was a bitch.

She knew she was a bully.

And she knew that if she took off the necklace she'd turn back into Billy.

"Fuck that," she had giggled. "It's soooo much better being me."

Ripping off her clothes, she slid her fingers inside her tight perfect pussy and began to cum...

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"So you just turned into a bully?" asked Jack in disbelief as he leant forward, enraptured by Billy's shameful tale. 

"Yes," muttered Billy.  "Wearing the necklace transformed me into my new alter-ego Blake.  As long as I had it on, I was her.  No one remembered the male me when I was her.  It was like I had become an alternative version of myself, living an alternative life.  It was pretty intoxicating."

"But you changed back?"

"Eventually.  I spent a few days as Blake on that first transformation.  I couldn't stop masturbating and touching myself.  You see, male me was still a virgin and the chance to touch a girls body was too much. Rubbing my pussy, tickling my clit whilst I groped my big tits felt amazing.  Then I began experimenting with inserting things into me.  I found that I had plenty of sex-toys back home in my new mansion.  Butt plugs, dildos, vibrators... you name it.  I cummed and squirted again and again till my new pussy was sore.  It took me a few days just to get it out of my system."

"But you can't just have spent all that time pleasuring yourself, where does Charlotte come into this?"

"Well obviously I couldn't spend all my time masturbating.  Blake was popular and social, so I also spent those first few days immersing myself in her life.  I had memories of Blake's friends and family - but meeting them for real was still strange.  I had to hang out with Melody and Paige, argue with my Mom and twist my Daddy round my little finger to really become her and live those memories.  Within three days though, I could barely remember my old life as Billy."

Taking a deep breath, Billy blushed and looked at Jack.  "I have to admit... I maybe would never have transformed back and taken off the necklace if it hadn't been FOR Charlotte.  I was instantly addicted to being Blake and who wouldn't be?  The necklace had changed me mentally to be a hot, bitchy, bully and I was enjoying my Alpha life-style with very little guilt about abandoning my old life... until I realised I was Charlotte's new bully."

Jack's eyes darkened and he leant forward expectantly.  "But I don't understand, if you were her bully - why were you trying to help her get with Mikey?  Why did she end up as your follower?"

"Guilt I suppose," muttered Billy.  "When I realised that in this new reality I was the biggest bully at school and that I'd been picking on Charlotte, the girl I'd loved for years, it broke Blake's hold on me. I decided I would use my new alter-ego to try and help her. Let me explain..."

***********************************

With the necklace nestling on her chest, Blake sneered as she looked at Charlotte and tried to fight the feeling of disgust she felt.  The dumb little bitch was so pathetic and drippy... her natural instinct was to bully her, but the Billy part of her was holding her back for now.  She found it... irritating.

"Eugggh, your clothes are a fucking state and you look so fucking pathetic," sighed Blake as she critically appraised the other girl, "But if you want me to help you seduce Mikey, then I suppose I may be able to do something to help you."

"Why are you helping me Blake, I thought you hated me?" whimpered Charlotte as she looked up at the more confident woman nervously.

I do fucking hate you - it's that nerd Billy that has the hots for you. 

Blake shook the thought free.  She WAS Billy wasn't she?  She thought so, but recently, in the last few days she had been feeling increasingly torn.  Since the Charlotte situation had arisen, she'd been struggling to decide whether she was Billy being Blake,  or whether she was someone entirely different and should decide on her own destiny.  

Since realising that in this reality she was Charlotte's bully and had mercilessly picked on the other girl for years, the feelings of guilt from her Billy side had been overwhelming.  It had taken the fun out of everything, even making masturbating less exciting.  Images of Charlotte's tear stained face kept popping into Blake's head.  The thought should have pleased her, but Billy's feelings for Charlotte had brought his desires back to the fore and now Blake had pangs of guilt everytime she thought of the other girl.  

She'd decided she would help Charlotte... take her under her wing.  She'd transform the shy and innocent girl into a popular slut just like her.  With some makeup, clothing and lessons in being confident the other girl could become so much more.  She could become just like Blake.

And corrupting this little slut into a cock-hungry submissive that will obey your every command could be even hotter than bullying her.  I can still have my fun and make Billy happy at the same time.

Twirling her hair with an evil giggle, Blake smiled nastily and advanced on Charlotte.  "I don't hate you Charlotte.  I want to help you.  But from now on you're going to call yourself Carla - Charlotte is such a fucking dweeby name.  We're going to reinvent you and you just have to do EVERYTHING I tell you."

It was going to be glorious.

*************************************

Billy cried and his voice broke as he explained to Jack what had happened next.  "I... we... she... I... turned your step-daughter into what she has now become.  The drugs, the drinking... the sex addiction.  It was me as Blake.  But even when I took off the necklace, the effects remained.  Charlotte is Carla now and I don't know how to turn her back."

It had taken weeks to corrupt Charlotte into Carla, but she had been a willing apprentice.  Blake had begun to enjoy their time together as she moulded the other girl into a popular girl.  Charlotte had dyed her hair bright blonde and begun to dress in the clothes Blake picked for her. Hanging out with Paige and Melody, 'Carla' hadn't felt comfortable at first - but after they got her to start drinking and smoking she'd loosened up.

They'd helped her lose her virginity to a jock at a party and got her a place on the cheerleading squad.  Within a matter of weeks, she'd gone from a shy virgin into an outgoing party girl and the biggest slut at school.

Carla had soon gotten her wish.  Mikey and she had begun to date - but the changes that Blake had caused in the other girl continued to cascade.  Carla wanted more than just Mikey.  She began to fuck other boys and cheat on Mikey.  She continued to drink and do drugs... turning into a completely fucked up party girl who only cared about pleasure.

And Blake had loved every minute of it.

She'd encouraged Carla to be a bigger and bigger slut - and eventually she'd turned Carla into a snowbunny size-queen. She'd dominated the other girl, even fucked her with a strap-on to get her used to bigger dicks and whispered dirty ideas into her susceptible head.  Then she'd arranged for the hot guys she knew to take turns with Carla, who loved every minute of it.

Yes suck those big black cocks you slut, you know this is what you need now. 

Watching Carla moan as she slid her tight pussy up and down on an ten inch black dick and sucked another, Blake filmed it all on her phone and loved every minute.  The other girl was ruined almost instantly - she had no more interest in Mikey anymore... she was a cuckolding bitch now and would be for life.  Her programming was complete.

"And that's why you found her in the house that night with six guys getting gang-banged," sobbed Billy. "It was all my fault.. I turned her into that slut. She's out of control and no one can stop her now!"

Jack leant back in shock, shaking his head at the unbelievable tale.  

"When I heard what had happened, the guilt was unbearable.  It broke Blake's hold on me. I tore off the necklace and turned back.  I hoped that it would reverse the changes in Charlotte - that all the bad things I'd done as Blake would go back to normal.  But it didn't.  I hid the necklace in Charlotte's bedroom - I was worried that if I put it somewhere I could get easy access, my will would collapse and I'd turn back into her.  I waited a week - but Charlotte isn't any better is she?  That's why I rang you - that's why I wanted to confess everything to you.  I deserve some sort of punishment for what I've done, and I'm hoping you'll know what it should be.  I don't want to keep living with this guilt."

The truth was now fully out and Billy was ready to face the consequences.

*********************************

Jack looked over at the nerdy loser sitting opposite him in tears and down at the necklace in its box. "It isn't you I want to punish Billy. It's Blake.  If what you are telling me is true, she's the one who did this to Charlotte. "I want to have it out with that bitch.  I want you to put this on so I can speak to her."

Billy moaned and shook his head. 

"No... noooo! Don't make me do that. I can't become her again... she's so fucking evil.  Please, Jack... you don't realise how dangerous she is."

"Billy, I think I can handle one little bully," said Jack sternly.  "Besides - think of this as part of your punishment.  The only chance I have of saving Charlotte now is to get Blake's help. She sounds like she understands how to manipulate people, perhaps she knows how we can get Charlotte back to normal."

Billy shivered as Jack threw the necklace to him.  "Put it on Billy - it will only be for a little while. I'll make sure she turns back into you when we're done."

Billy held the golden necklace in his fingers and shuddered in a mix of desire and revulsion.  He wanted to become Blake again so bad - he had done since he took off the necklace, but he knew that if he gave in she would be free to wreck her evil upon the world once more.  

Just do it Billy.  Charlotte's Daddy wants to see me not you.  This is what you've wanted for days now anyway, an excuse to become me again.  Set me free. I'll deal with this fool.

With a groan Billy raised the necklace, undid the catch and slipped it on.

"OHHHH FUCK YESSSS!"

Blake groaned as her transformation instantly completed itself and she took a deep breath, feeling her large perfect breasts rise and fall with delight.  "Mmmmmh, that's SO much better. I'm back in control and I LIKE it."

Jack was watching wide eyed as the hot slut in front of him tossed back her blonde hair and standing up examined herself.  She was dressed in a skimpy robe and underneath clad only in red lingerie and stockings.  Her hair was carefully styled and her makeup was perfect. She was one of the most beautiful women Jack had ever seen. 

"Hello Jack," purred Blake as she smiled at him.  "Or shall I call you Daddy?"

"You... you're the one who turned my step-daughter into a slut?"

Blake laughed.  "I didn't 'turn' your step-daughter into anything.  You and that loser Billy are so fucking deluded. Carla made her own choices.  No matter what Billy's memories are of being me - I never did anything to Carla she didn't want me to.  All her life she's been average and she jumped at the chance to become my pupil.  Sure... I helped show her the possibilities of being a hot slut, but she made that choice all by herself."

"No, she wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't for you?"

"Doing what?" laughed Blake.  "Living her dreams?  Getting fucked by massive cocks and cumming every night?  Being spoiled and free?  She loves what she has become and it's not my fault you and Billy can't handle it."

Moving towards Jack, Blake giggled and sat on his lap.  She slid an arm around his shoulder and leant in close.  Despite himself, Jack felt her hold on him and he enjoyed the feeling of her soft body next to his.

"You see, I know this is all just because deep down inside you wish she was fucking you. Just admit it Jack.  You're not telling me you haven't ever thought about your sexy little step-daughter getting pounded by big black cock.  I bet if we check your porn history, we'd see exactly what a dirty guy you really are. I bet you wish it was you railing her in her bedroom."

"Stop it," Jack hissed as she slid a hand to his chest and undid one of his buttons.  "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"  His hand went to her necklace and he gripped it, causing her eyes to widen slightly in concern.

"I'll tear this fucking thing off your neck and flush it down the toilet.  You'll never get to be Blake again."

"Please don't Daddy," whimpered Blake sliding off his lap and between his knees.  She looked up at him with her big blue eyes, the necklace still in his hand.  "Please Daddy - I know I've been bad, but I know you're frustrated because Carla won't fuck you. I made her like black dick too much and now she's not interested in you.  But I'll fuck you Daddy.  I'll give you what you want."

"Stop calling me that," spat Jack as he looked down at Blake hungrily reaching out between his legs... realising he'd forgotten to tell her not to fuck him, his cock already twitching as her hands went to his crotch.

"Are you sure Daddy?  Don't you like being in control?  Don't you like listening to me beg?"

He groaned as she unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick.  

"Daddy, it's time to stop worrying about Carla.  There's nothing you can do about that situation.  It's time you just took what pleasure you can and let me take care of you.  My pussy is the tightest you'll ever fuck... I can suck cock better than your wife ever could.  Let me show you what I can do.  Forget about Carla, she's not as hot as me anyway."

Jack groaned as Blake slid his dick into her eager mouth and began to suck.  He couldn't believe how hot and slutty this bitch was and that only five minutes ago she had been Billy.  Now he understood exactly how this manipulative slut had been able to turn his step-daughter into an evil whore.

"Mmmmmh, your dick tastes really good," purred Blake.  "Now I want to know what it feels like inside me, do you want to fuck me Daddy?."

"Yesssss," he groaned as she resumed her sucking, using her fingers to massage his balls with her long nails.

"And are you going to be a good boy from now on and stay out of my business? Will you let Carla do whatever she wants?"

"Yesssssss," groaned Jack as she intensified her sucking.

"And will you keep quiet about my necklace and made sure no one tries to take it away from Billy."

"Fuck yesssss," gasped Jack as she squeezed his balls gently with a giggle.

"I knew we could work things out between us. I knew that Billy's silly hysterical whining wouldn't matter to a real man like you.  Now let's have some real fun before your wife gets back."

Sliding off her robe, Blake smiled as she bent over and lowered her red panties.  Her shaven pussy was already wet and she smacked her perfect ass as she walked over and positioned herself above Jack's cock.  Slowly lowering herself down, she groaned with pleasure as she guided him into her.

"Ohhhh fuck, you're so tight," he gasped as he felt her pussy gripping his cock.

"That's right," she laughed, "I'm the tightest, hottest fuck you'll ever have and I can be your dirty little slut from now on if you want baby.  We can have so much fun together."

Jack began to pound Blake, his dick pistoning in and out of her pussy as she moaned and giggled - her big juicy ass bouncing up and down with every pump.  Her necklace bounced up and down on her tits and she moaned and screamed like a porn star - encouraging him to fuck her harder.

"Oh yes Daddy, fuck me!  Fuck me like a slut... punish me for being a bad girl."

Jack grinned as he gave Blake what she wanted - hammering her and making her cum repeatedly as she jiggled and bounced on his dick.  "Yeah, take it you dirty slut.  You're an evil little bitch aren't you and you deserve this cock."

"Yes I do... I deserve it SO MUCH," she sighed, cumming again as he confidently fucked her.  "Carla doesn't know what she's missing."

"I want to cum over your whore face," smirked Jack as he felt his own orgasm beginning to build.  "You've manipulated and used me, so the least you can do is take a facial."

"Yes Daddy," hissed Blake in excitement as she jumped off his cock and lay back on the bed.  "Fuck my tits and then come all over my face."

Jack positioned his dick between her breasts and she used her hands to squeeze them together as he ploughed between them.  His dick was lubricated with her pussy juices and it didn't take him long to start cumming - blasting her face with his cum and causing her to laugh and giggle happily.

"Oh yes Daddy - fucking give it to me!"

Looking down at the grinning slut underneath him, Jack grinned right back as Blake looked up at him - his cum still dripping down her face. Reaching down before she could stop him, Jack suddenly ripped her necklace off and Blake screamed as she phased instantly back into Billy.

Naked... with cum dripping down his face, Billy looked up in horror as Jack triumphantly lifted the necklace to his own neck.  

"All the time I was fucking Blake, I couldn't stop thinking about how hot it would be to BE Blake. She's right.. the thought of fucking Carla was hot... the chance to fuck her was even hotter. I think she's awoken kinks in me I never knew I had Billy.  And knowing all I have to do is put this on and I can become her and have that body, make boys do what I want, it's too much.  I wanna know how it feels."

Billy tried to reach up and stop him, but it was too late and Jack moaned as he fastened the necklace around his own neck and his body shimmered and transformed into Blake's.

"Oh fuck," gasped the hot blonde slut as she looked down at Billy with a grin, "this DOES feel amazing.  Mmmmmmh, too bad loser... but I'M Blake now and you're never getting this necklace back."

Grabbing Billy's cock, Blake giggled as she slowly began to stroke it and he groaned helplessly.  "Look at you lying there with Jack's cum all over you.  You're such a fucking little cuck aren't you?  Such a simp for a bully like me.  I bet you're almost happy that Jack took the necklace and became me instead of you?  Now you don't have to feel guilty anymore."

Billy gasped as he began to cum over Blake's hand and she wrinkled her nose in disgust as she wiped the cum off on his tummy. "Fuck, you're so pathetic," she sighed sliding off him and admiring her new body in the mirror. "Jack is my new host now, you can forget all about ever being me."

"I guess Carla doesn't have a step-dad anymore... just a slutty step-sis that will help her to be the biggest slut she can be.  Thanks for bringing the necklace into my life Billy, I'm sure I'll be more careful to keep its power hidden than you ever were.  Which reminds me - if you tell anyone about this, you're dead!"

Strutting away, Blake didn't even pay a second glance back at the weeping, pathetic Billy.  Jack was dead now too and only she remained.

As she thought about all the fun she and Carla were going to have tonight, she played with her necklace... the golden B glittering sexily.

B for Bully.  B... for Bitch.

THE END

The model is Blake Blossom from Naughty America.com.   

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