Playing Cliques

 Playing Cliques

Alison and her friends weren’t exactly popular at school, but that really didn’t matter because they had each other.  Every weekend the nerdy girls would meet up at Alison’s house to play role-playing games where they could escape from their average lives for a few hours and enjoy pretending to be someone else. 

Recently they’d been experimenting with some different games and Alison had found a weird one in a charity shop called ‘Clique’.  It was a game all about role-playing as hot, popular girls and the winner was the character that managed to become head cheerleader and draw all the others into her clique.  Alison thought it would be ironically fun to play.

She’d followed the instructions and customised the game to fully reflect their own school.  The other girls laughed delightedly as she showed them the board with its accurate reflection of their schools room plan and they settled down to play.

As the Games-master, Alison wouldn’t be role-playing herself, but she would be supervising everything else.  She shuffled the deck of character cards, fully based on real girls from their school. She had picked the girls she hated the most - the ones that were her bullies and universally popular.  They were all total spoiled bitches, vain, beautiful and rich.  They were certainly perfect characters for this game. Turning to her best-friend Lauren she offered the cards and Lauren hesitantly picked one.

“Oh no, I got Ashley,” laughed Lauren as she examined the card, “she’s such a nasty bitch, I’m not sure I can play her.  She’s always picking on me because of my weight.”

Ashley was the nastiest of all the popular girls and their defacto leader - pretending to be her was going to be weird.  Lauren tried to adopt an exaggeration of Ashley's resting bitch face and the others all laughed.

 “Then again... it would feel good to lose some weight and stop being a fat loser," she sneered.

Lauren gasped and clamped her hand over her mouth. "OMG - why did I say that?"

"Wow you sure got into character fast,” laughed Alison.

"Guys ahhhhhhh something is wrong," groaned Lauren, the smile dropping from Alison's face as her friend backed away from the table.

Lauren was tugging at her clothing and she seemed to be fighting with herself. Her face was twitching and her eyes rolling up in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Ohhhhh fuck, I can hear her voice in my head, her memories in my mind. What is this game? What is it doing to me?"

Lauren stretched and the others watched in horror as her skin began to ripple and move. Bones cracked as fat shifted and she moaned helplessly.

All the fat on Lauren's body began to move to her tits and her ass. Her small breasts began to swell up as her face became prettier and her hair whipped back in a tight bitchy pony-tail.

Ashley's familiar features replaced Lauren's as expensive makeup shimmered over her features and expensive manicured nails pushed out of her fingers.

Her loose fitting clothing tightened, a tight green halter neck wrap-top snapping tight around her massive new tits. They jiggled enticingly in their new slutty hammock.

Somewhere in town, the real Ashley was fading from existence as the games magic removed her from reality.

Meanwhile Lauren looked down at herself in shock as the changes slowed. She was now gorgeous and physically every inch the spoiled mean bitch that Ashley was.

"Oh my Gawd," she gasped in Ashley's insulting and superior voice. "I totally turned into that bitch."

Alison looked down at the game in shock. It was magic. It had actually turned Lauren into Ashley.

Lauren was touching herself with a mixture of fascination - but also desire. She clearly liked how her new body felt and she grinned as she checked out her reflection in a mirror. She pulled out a mobile phone - Ashley's device - and using her fingerprint to unlock it grinned as she saw she now had access to all of her former bullies accounts.

Sitting calmly at the table - Lauren grinned at her friends.

"This isn't so bad. I could get used to this," she chuckled. "In fact I think you should start calling me Ashley. I never liked that dorky name Lauren anyway."

"Lauren, we have to find a way to turn you back to normal," gasped Alison.

"Fuck that," grinned Lauren-Ashley nastily, "Look at me... I'm stacked and I'm beautiful. Oh and rich too. Why would I want to go back even if I could. This game is awesome."

Lauren could feel the words coming out of her mouth but it was like someone else was speaking them. Her massive new tits were hard and a deluge of wicked memories and knowledge was flowing through her mind like an expanding oil slick.

Ashley's memories were like a film, covering up her own and sinking deeper and deeper into her soul.

Why fight this? It feels so good. This loser Alison can't be allowed to stop me.

Grabbing the Clique board, Lauren-Ashley pulled it towards her and laughed. "I'm taking over as Games Mistress bitch."

Pulling the deck of cards out of Alison's hands she began to search through. "You know why they call this game Clique? Because you win once you convert the other players into your followers OR eliminate them from the game, you win and this becomes permanent."

Laughing she dealt three cards out in quick succession to the other girls.

She turned them over one at a time. "Sarah, you get to become my best-friend Chloe. Hannah it's your turn to be a bitch too, you're going to become Chelsea. You're going to enjoy being my spoiled rich wing-girls."

Alison watched in horror as her friends began to groan and transform. Bitchy brunette hair lengthened as the former nerds morphed into skinny, mean Alpha girls. Neither was as busty and dominant as Ashley - but they were just as evil. Dressed in matching black crop tops and blue jeans they groaned and giggled as they delightedly touched their new bodies and fell into flank their new Alpha.

"Lauren... no... what have you done?" whimpered Alison as her new bully laughed and reached out to flip over the card she'd chosen.

"I told you nerd, I'm Ashley now. Lauren is gone and I LOVE being a big titted bitch. Now let's see if you enjoy the card I picked for you?"

Alison's eyes widened as she saw that Lauren had picked Ashley's pathetic step-brother Dawson. He was a total loser and madly in love with Ashley. He followed her and her girl gang around and did whatever they told him. Rumour had it that Ashley even made him wear a chasitity cage.

As she felt her body begin to transform and a tiny cock push out from between her legs, Alison wept as the other girls laughed at her.

"Ohhh yes, that's soooo hawt," giggled the new Chlesea as she touched up her mascara. "Turn that loser into an even bigger loser and win the game."

The new Ashley grinned as the last of her old personality was erased and she accepted her new role as Alpha bully. "Looks like I win," she smiled delightedly.

"You always win babe," smiled Chloe. "That's why we're in your clique."

Looking down at his pitiful caged cock, Dawson felt his memories of being Alison fade away and watched as Ashley tossed the game into the trash and clicked her fingers.

"Come on then bitches. We have a school to run."

Like a whipped dog he followed his hot popular step-sister and felt his devotion swell.

He loved serving such a Goddess.

The new bullies would never tell anyone about the game. They didn't care that they had stolen these lives or erased their old ones.

All that mattered was being part of the Clique.