Fitting Back In

 Fitting Back In

Your cousin Claire had been a total bitch when you had first met her. Selfish and vain - she'd been a mean, spoiled, brat who had even tried to seduce your husband and ruin your marriage. No one was more evil and dominant than her and she seemed to take an evil delight in using her perfect body to get whatever she wanted.

Luckily your Mom was a skilled hypnotist and she had brainwashed her niece as a favour to her sister - giving Claire a new, kinder personality. Powerful layers of hypnosis had buried Claire's wicked personality deep below the surface and made her into a different person.

Claire was now a doofus you could push around. Her memories of being mean and nasty had been entirely wiped. She was now a kind, happy girl who liked to read and listen to music. Your Mum had made her a bit of a clumsy ditz too - she was now prone to mistakes and she was very insecure and unconfident.

You enjoyed her like this - treating her like a younger sister that you could bully and push around. You liked Claire now she wasn't herself.

Your husband Richard seemed to like Claire too and now she dressed in jeans, baggy sweaters and never wore makeup - you were satisfied that his interest in her was entirely platonic.

You still remembered how he had stared at her before her mental re-write, that time she had nearly seduced him. The way his hungry eyes had devoured her body... her perfect form squeezed into the tightest latex dress you had ever seen. Back then Claire had always worn the tightest, sluttiest clothes imaginable. Her delectable body had been on show - her dominance plain as other women stared jealousy at her figure. You remembered how jealous you had felt of her.

Maybe that was why you had kept her dress. Your Mom had destroyed all of Claires other old clothes, but you'd snuck the dress into your wardrobe. It was so beautiful and evil - the outfit of a bratty princess. One day you would put it on.

First you would have to lose a little more weight... but you knew that if you kept exercising, eventually you'd be able to fit into it.

One day you fully intended to have Richard fuck you in Claire's dress. You wanted to see his hungry eyes eat you up like they had Claire on that day so long ago. You wanted to be the bitch in the dress.

Meanwhile much to your irritation, Claire was as slim as she had been when she had last worn the dress. You had hoped that her new chilled out personality would be prone to weight-gain, but it didn't seem to have happened. Some people had all the luck.

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The night had finally come when you knew you would finally fit into the dress. Tonight all three of you were going out for dinner and you were going to flaunt the dress. Claire probably wouldn't even know it was hers. Rubbing her face in it was going to feel good.

You'd taken the dress out of the wardrobe, admiring the shiny black shell and black mesh arms - hanging it up ready to wear. You couldn't wait to put it on. It was going to feel orgasmic.

"When Richard sees me in this, he'll want to fuck my brains out," you grinned. "Maybe it's time I started acting like a hot bitch and taking what I want."

Suddenly there was a knock at the bedroom door. It opened without you asking and Claire walked in nervously.

"Help - I spilled juice on my dress and it's the only one I have. Can I please borrow one of yours?"

You gawped at Claire as she came into the room and her eyes locked magnetically onto her old dress.

"W... wow. Is that what you're wearing tonight? It's... it's kind of evil looking."

"Yes, this is MY dress," you grinned. "Tonight I'm going to wear it and I'm going to look so fucking good. I'll lend you one of my old shabby dresses, you don't mind do you?"

Claire's eyes seemed rivetted on the dress - it was like she wasn't listening to you.

"Uggghhhh I have such a headache when I look at that dress. It looks so familiar - like I've seen it before. I.. I feel like I know it." A strange hungry light appeared in Claire's eyes and she advanced into the room.

"Hey, get back" you snapped, moving to stand in front of your dress.

Claire gripped her head and squeezed her eyes shut. "Owwwww, my head is really hurting. I... I.... I.... ugggghhhh I remember now that dress. IT'S MINE!"

Claire's head shot up. "I don't remember how, but I know it's mine. I... please let me touch it and try it on. I feel if I can just touch it, I'll remember more."

"No," you hissed in sudden panic. "Get the fuck out of here. The dress is mine."

Claire tried to advance and a sudden panic hit you. The hypnosis your Mom had implanted seemed to be wearing off. The dress was triggering Claire's original personality. You should never have kept it.

With a screech you leapt at Claire and forced her back. She gasped in shock and surprise as you shoved her against the wall with a bang.

Flailing at her to drive her back and out of the room, she quailed and retreated - but then snarling, pushed forward and knocked you out of the way. She made a dive towards the dress, but you grabbed her wrists and bore her down to the floor.

"You stupid bitch," you spat. "The dress is mine you can't have it."

Suddenly strong arms were grabbing you and hauling you backwards. "Babe, what the hell are you doing to your cousin?"

Richard had come into the room and from his perspective, he had just seen his wife attacking his cousin. The delay was all your cousin needed . Leaping up Claire reached up and grabbed the dress.

Hugging the latex to her chest, she groaned - her eyes rolling up in her head. "I... I'm remembering. I was a bitch, a totally evil brat. I... I was so mean and cruel to people. Noooooo... noooo... I don't want to turn back into that."

You felt such a relief as you realised Claire didn't want to turn back into an evil version of herself.

Then you felt Richard's hands tighten around your arms and hold you steady.

"Claire... I want you to put on the dress."

"WH... WHAT?" she gasped in shock.

"I've tried to fight it for so long, but I've always wanted you. The woman you used to be... your evil claws have been in my head for months. I lie in bed jerking off, betraying my wife - dreaming that you're doing all those wicked things you whispered into my ear that night before they brainwashed you. I want that bitch back - put on the dress and unlock your power."

"No... RICHARD," you screamed as you tried to break free. "What are you doing!"

Richard ignored you, holding you tight. "Don't you want to feel that tight latex crushing the goodness out of you Claire? Don't you want to feel manicured nails on your hands again? To wrap them around a big cock and suck it with those perfect pink lips of yours? Don't you get wet at the thought of being a spoiled Princess who gets everything she wants? Put on the dress and let your inner bitch free again."

"Noooooo," moaned Claire - but her fingers began to unzip the dress. "Uggghhhh I... ohhh fuck... I can feel her coming back. The old me. She's such a fucking bitch. She's taking over my mind. I have to put on the dress, I have to become her again."

You watched in horror as Claire began to put on the dress. She tore off her frumpy clothing and slipped the latex on. It fit her still like a glove and as she began to zip it up - it seemed to crush her figure and make her look sexier than ever.

"Ohhhh YES!" groaned Claire as she stretched and laughed triumphantly. The conditioning in her mind began to shatter and crack and as her cold lips twisted into a slutty grin you knew that your evil cousin was back.

Strutting towards you, Claire grinned nastily. "Pathetic that you thought you could ever wear my dress. Pathetic that you kept it. Thank you for doing so though, I would never have broken free of your Mom's programming otherwise."

Grabbing your arms from Richard - Claire laughed as she easily overpowered you and forcing you into a corner - tied you to a chair.

"Now... now you can watch me suck Richard's delicious dick and drain every drop of his cum."

Her tight body now fully encased in her dress, Claire sank to her knees and began to suck with a wet slurping sound.

She made you watch every minute of it.

Just like she had promised...

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