OVER ROLED

Ironically - it had been Linda's idea to play Role-With-It with her sullen neice Becky. The little brat was visiting for a couple of days and it was too wet to go out. Her husband Daniel was busy picking some firewood up and they had the house to themselves so it had seemed like something fun to do.

Linda had owned the game for years, but never tried it. It had sat on a shelf gathering dust and she didn't even know what it was about. She knew it had something to do with dressing up and playing pretend, but that was about it.

As Linda read through the rules - Becky sat looking miserable and scrolling on her phone. She had one earpod in and was listening to music. It was a miracle she had agreed to even sit down and play.

Linda took out a pack of cards and began to shuffle them. "Do you want to go first Becky? It says you have to pick a card and then I judge you on how well you dress up and meet the role you picked."

"Whatever," grunted Becky as she disinterestedly pulled out a card. Her eyes flicked over it... then reaching up she pulled out her ear-pod and read the card properly, her interest seemingly drawn to the game at last.

"It says... Auntie's Rival. Dress up as an evil bitch who is fucking your aunties husband."

Both women blinked.

"Errrrr that can't be right. That's horrid. What sort of a game is this?" gasped Linda.

"I don't know, but I feel kind of horny. Mmmmh and I suddenly just realised that Uncle Daniel is kinda hot."

Becky grinned at her auntie and her eyes burned with sudden wicked lust. "I bet if I dressed up more mature - he'd want to fuck me. I bet he'd love to cheat on you and pound my tighter, better, pussy."

"Becky! How dare you! How... what are you doing?"

Ignoring her aunt, Becky rose from the table and walked upstairs. Linda hurried after her and gasped as Becky simply strode into her bedroom like she owned it.

"Becky stop this! Stop this at once!"

Becky ignored her, tearing off her clothes and throwing them to one side as she pulled open Linda's lingerie drawer and took out her most expensive lingerie set... the one she had for special occassions.

"Fuck yesssss. Once I get into this he'll be unable to resist me. I wanna become a hot evil bitch SO bad."

Moaning in lust, Becky began to climb into the lingerie and as Linda watched in horror Becky began to change.

Her small breasts began to expand and fill the stolen bra and so did her ass as the suspender belt snapped into place. Pulling the sheer stockings of the lingerie set up her legs - Becky moaned as she thickened and grew curvy and voluptuous - her body still tight, but curvy in all the right places.

"YES... mmmmh look how much sexier I am than you now," moaned Becky - even her voice changing to become richer. She sounded like a sophisticated spoiled bitch now and she laughed as she hooked Linda's favourite earrings in and doused her body in Chanel perfume.

Becky's tangled brown hair was bright blonde now and cut expensively - her face was wicked and more mature with full lips and dominant eyes. As she stepped into a pair of Linda's golden heels she towered above the other woman. Her skin was softer, her face prettier... her boobs slightly bigger. She was superior to her aunt now in every way.

"Becky... NO! What has the game done to you?"

"My name is REBECCA you pathetic bitch," gloated the luxurious slut in front of her. "I love what the game has made me and there's only one thing I need to do to win and stay this way forever."

As if on queue, the door downstairs opened and Daniel's voice rang out in greeting. With a wicked smile Rebecca strutted out of the room and Linda rushed to follow, sobbing in despair.

In the kitchen Daniel's mouth dropped open as Rebecca strode in. His eyes drank her in hungrily and his confusion turned to a recognition as the magic of the game began to take effect and make him believe she was his Mistress.

"Daniel - don't do this!" screamed Linda. "It's Becky dressed up in my clothes. You have to resist her."

"Don't listen to that ugly loser baby," grinned Rebecca as she slid her panties down and clopping over to the kitchen island bent over so her ass was high in the air. "Put that fat dick inside me and fuck me in front of your wife. You know you love to humilate her as much as I do."

Unzipping his fly with a grin, Daniel positioned himself behind Rebecca and grabbing her round perfect ass slid into her wet pussy with a satisfied groan.

As he began to fuck his Mistress over the counter, he remembered how much he enjoyed cheating on his wife with Rebecca. It was so hot the way Rebecca bullied and dominated Linda to the point that she had moved in and taken control of everything.

"Mmmmmh that's right... your husbands cock is all MINE," grinned Rebecca. She groaned as he ploughed her, but she never broke eye contact with Linda and her eyes glittered with cruel amusement as she saw the magic of the game starting to affect Linda now.

"This house and everything in it is mine because I'm better than you. I want you to say it Linda. Say that you like watching your husband fuck me because I'm better than you."

Linda's mind was fuzzy. She could no longer remember the events of the last hour. She only knew that Rebecca was her husbands lover and that she felt so inadequate compared to the other woman.

Sinking to her knees, she knelt before the magnificent sight of Daniel fucking her superior replacement. "Yes - I like watching my husband fuck you because you're better than me. Everything in this house belongs to you."

"That's right bitch - it's all MINE now including your husbands cum. Fill me up Daniel and then we'll make her eat it."

On the table, forgotten - the Role-With-It card glowed and winked out of existence. Becky had won her first game with a decisive victory and as she moaned and screamed like a slut as she fully became the mature, wicked vixen the game had made her into - Daniel began to cum deep inside her and Rebecca's cruel lips twisted into a perfect smile.

As she positioned herself above Linda and the huge load he had pumped into her dropped out onto her defeated rivals face, she felt deliciously triumphant.

It felt so good to win... she LOVED to win.