The Cure is Worse
The cure is worse
She and her nerdy friends 'The Book Gang' agreed to meet in the library to discuss a plan, although Belinda was late as she had been helping at eco-club.
Eco-club were currently looking at ways to make the school more sustainable, something close to her heart. Belinda had big plans of working for a charity when she left school. She wanted to do something with her life to help people and out of all her friends was probably the kindest and most charitable to others.
She'd even tried to forgive Morgan when the other girl had made her minions flush her head in the toilet, or the time Morgan had made her do all her homework for a week whilst she fucked the hot exchange student that was supposed to be Belinda's pen-pal.
Belinda was convinced that deep inside Morgan, a good girl wanted to get out. It had been her idea to look for a cure and she hoped they could find a way to free Morgan from her bullying ways.
As she entered the library, Belinda saw that her super smart best friend Joanne was excitedly showing the others something in an aging book. Her Dad ran a second hand book shop, and Joanne had access to lots of weird books. She was super preppy... plaid skirts, thick black rimmed glasses and pastel sweaters. Morgan had made her life hell too.
"Look what I found in this old alchemical book," she was explaining animatedly. "It's a cure that will make all of someone's mean and evil personality split out of them. If we make Morgan drink it, the mean bullying side of her personality will be forced out and she'll become a nice girl."
The gang gabbled excitedly but Belinda felt a tremor of unease - what exactly would happen to all the evil when it was pushed out?
She'd arrived too late to the meeting to voice her concerns. The plan was agreed and Joanne got to work creating the potion. It was a horrible foul smelling concoction and the girls realised there was no way they would be able to trick Morgan into drinking it. Direct action would be needed.
*******
Stalking through the corridors of the school in designer sunglasses and high heeled boots - Morgan tossed her pretty blonde hair dismissively as she saw the gang of nerds coming out of the library.
She was looking for her minions - not these losers and it annoyed her that they were in her way. She had no way of knowing of course that her little clique of bitches was currently being detained as one of the Book Gang had made a false accusation that they'd cheated in a test. Separated from her friends, Morgan was weaker... but still a threat.
Still - the element of surprise could work wonders... and Morgan was totally unprepared when the gang of nerds she expected to part like the Red Sea suddenly attacked her.
Nerds grabbed her wrists... one of them tackled her down to the floor. Morgan screamed in rage as they pinned her down.
With a strength the nerds hadn't expected, she suddenly tore her arm free and using her acrylic nails like claws raked them across one girls face. She screamed and fell back and laughing, Morgan balled her hand into a fist and hit another girl hard with a satisfying crack.
The pressure released and with an easy acrobatic flex, the bad bitch jumped to her feet. "You fucking losers, how dare you attack me," she snarled. She grabbed a nerd by her pony tail and yanked her hard. Another one she kicked with a booted foot, causing her to crash into a locker.
"I can take all of you losers," she gloated, now enjoying physically dominating her weaker foes. She was a lioness - they were prey. Once she was reunited with her pride of fellow bitches, she'd make their lives a living hell.
*crack*
Belinda looked in horror at the trophy she'd grabbed from a nearby shelf as Morgan crumpled to the floor groaning. She'd acted on instinct, using it to hit the blonde bitch - but she hadn't meant to really hurt her. Her friends looked at her in amazement - except Joanne who was busy straddling Morgan and pouring something into her mouth.
Morgan convulsed - the thick liquid forcing it's way down her throat despite her best effort not to swallow. She groaned and shook, a feverish sweat breaking instantly out on her brow.
"Uuuuuggghhh what have.... uuuuughhh you nerds, ooooh done to me?"
Rolling onto all fours Morgan screamed and then began to vomit. Thick black liquid dripped between her pretty lips as all the evil and mean nastiness inside her was forced out. A thick goopy black puddle of darkness formed, growing and spreading on the floor as Morgan was purged of evil.
Her fake nails dropped off, her bleached blond hair returned to a natural brown and her bitchy face became softer and more gentle. With a heaving gasp she exhaled the last drop of black goo and the puddle underneath her began to move and reshape.
Even as every trace of nastiness left her body and mind, the purged evil solidified and reformed into a shiny black puffer jacket. The girls looked down at in astonishment.
"I thought this might happen," mused Joanne as she picked up the jacket. "The book said the evil would take an appropriate shape. Now we can destroy it... although this jacket is... intriguing."
She wandered off a little from the group carrying the jacket. Belinda was about to follow her when Morgan began to groan.
"Wh... what did you do to me? I feel so different."
Helping Morgan up, Belinda smiled at her. "We cured you of your bullying, you're not evil anymore."
"Wh... what? Oh my gosh, you're right. I... I don't feel mean anymore. Oh no, all the horrible things I've done to people. You've taken it all away from me and I..."
Morgan began to weep, years of guilt catching up with her as she realised what a horrible person she'd been. The girls gathered round and hugged her...
All the girls... except Joanne.
"OOOOOH FUCK YESSSS!"
Belinda span on her heels and gasped along with the other girls. A few metres away Joanne was standing in the corridor - the evil black puffer jacket on her preppy body. She was shaking and moaning, her face contorted in an unholy grin of wicked glee.
"Yessssss... I can feel it flowing into me. Mmmmmh, more I WANT more!"
The jacket seemed to be possessively tightening on Joanne's body. Her usually drab hair was thickening and rising to a bitchy ponytail above her head.
Preppy clothing burned away to reveal smooth perfect flesh as her sensible knickers shrunk into a tight black thong that rode high into her ass.
"Ohhhh fuck YESSSS!" hissed Joanne in glee as she transformed. Her flat ass swelled up into a toned bad bitch butt as her breasts did the same and her clothing became tight and slutty under her puffer jacket.
"No Joanne, what are you doing?" screamed Belinda as her friend stretched and giggled.
"Mmmmh don't call me that anymore loser, I'm JoJo now."
JoJo groaned in pleasure as long wicked nails shot out of her fingers and her skin tanned and darkened. She threw her glasses to the ground with a laugh and crushed them beneath a booted foot as black bitchy knee boots spread up her legs and black stockings popped into place.
Thick, bitchy makeup covered Joanne's usual natural face, dark eye makeup accentuating her new bitchy features as she became prettier and prettier.
Muscle tone spread across her flawless body as JoJo grew slightly taller than the other girls and her body posture changed to become dominant and challenging.
"Fuck yes... this feels SO much better than being some fucking loser," laughed JoJo as she admired her new body as the changes completed.
All of Morgan's bitchy evil had transfered into her and now she was just as mean and spoiled as her former bully had been.
She hadn't meant to put on the jacket - but whilst the other girls had been distracted, the desire to try it on had grown inside her and she'd slipped it on. Now she was glad she had.
Bitchy perfume rose from her body, her tight pussy was wet with lust and JoJo giggled as she saw the fear in her former friends faces. Their fear was intoxicating - she wanted more.
"Like my new look losers? You think Morgan was bad... I'm going to be SUCH a bitch."
Belinda took a step backwards at the sheer venom and wicked delight in her former friends eyes and voice.
"Girls, we have to get that jacket off her. Come on, we outnumber her six to one."
She was about to rush forward, when suddenly the side doors to the corridor opened and a clique of pissed off bitchy girls stormed through.
It was Morgan's old gang and they looked in confusion at JoJo for a moment. Then the air around all of them seemed to shimmer and the puffer jacket swelled up with dark power.
As if they had known her all their life, Morgan's gang fell in around JoJo. She was their leader now. And now even as Belinda looked she suddenly remembered how JoJo was the most popular bad girl in school and had always been the Alpha girl. She was a cruel, sadistic, gang obssessed bitch - and everyone was terrified of her.
Even though she knew about the potion and the jacket, it was like it was being erased from her head... as if reality was changing to accomodate JoJo's transformation.
Only Belinda's iron will and focus allowed her to remember the truth... that this was her friend and the jacket had done this to her.
"What were you saying... loser?" laughed JoJo as she felt the reassurance and power of being the Queen Bee of a group of bullies. There were now eleven of them... the whole squad. JoJo knew with a click of her bitchy fingers she could destroy Belinda and her loser friends. It was intoxicating and she had never felt anything so delicious.
All her life she'd been a good little swot, a preppy little loser engrossed in books and learning. The jacket had set her free. She was wearing Morgan's evil proudly and she never wanted it to end.
"Get them girls," she laughed, watching as her minions eagerly surged forward. The bitchy girls were stronger, taller, meaner... the nerds didn't stand a chance.
JoJo didn't even lift a finger. She just watched, her pretty pink lips in a twisted smile as she watched the nerds fall before the power of her squad.
"Make sure you take extra special care of that loser Belinda. I want her to suffer the most..."
It was good to be Queen.
********
Belinda stared in the mirror and cried.
Her once frizzy brown hair was totally gone. She was almost bald... the hair clippers JoJo's girls had used on her taking all the length away. Her ribs were bruised and her glasses a smashed ruin - but she'd refused to tell anyone who had done this to her.
She was too afraid.
Morgan had been bad, but JoJo was even worse! Belinda couldn't believe that her once smart and kind friend had become so evil. JoJo had all of Joannes knowledge and brains, but now merged to an evil personality that loved to bully others and do bad things.
She wished they'd never given Morgan that potion. How did that old saying go... the cure is worse than the disease?
But Belinda had never been a quitter. She might look soft, but underneath her quiet personality - she had a core of steel and the strength to do what needed to be done. She would save her friend, no matter the cost.
She just had to get the jacket off JoJo before it was too late. The other girls claimed to no longer remember Joanne. Their memories and everyone elses was changing to accomodate the new bitch - some faster than others. Soon she wouldn't even remember her old friend.
She didn't even know if removing the jacket would reverse the transformation. The longer Joanne wore it though, the more of Morgan's evil sank into her and that couldn't be good.
She wondered what JoJo was up to right now? She had to make a plan and she was running out of time.
***********
JoJo was ambitious. Morgan had played at being a mean bitch, but JoJo actually wanted to be one. She was going to ensure that she became the nastiest slut this town had ever seen. It was time to go into business.
Bent over the railing of the apartment block, JoJo giggled and moaned as her new drug-dealer boyfriend fucked her with slow steady thrusts. Her leggings were around her ankles, her ass jiggling in the air as he slid his cock deep into her once virgin pussy and fucked her in public. She gripped the railings tight with her hands, thrusting back against his pumps. His hands were in her hair, pulling her head back and making her groan.
The shiny black puffer jacket was unzipped... her top yanked up to free her tits. Her enlarged tits swung free. She'd always dreamed of having big tits like these.
Her gang stood at the other end of the block, preventing anyone from passing. They smoked and laughed, occasionally glancing over with jealousy to see their leader getting railed.
"Mmmh yeah deeper, fuck me harder," groaned JoJo. She loved getting pounded by this criminal bastard. Leon was the local hardman and JoJo felt wet at the thought that if she wanted, she could set him on any one she chose.
Her Mom and Dad would be horrified that she was giving herself to a man ten years older than her, but she loved how easy it was to manipulate him.
Leon groaned and she giggled and she felt his cum flood her pussy. He dismounted and she pulled her leggings up, enjoying the feeling of his warm creampie inside her.
Handing her a joint, he lit it and JoJo took a deep drag. Mmmmh this was DEFINITELY the life. "How about you supply me with this stuff and I'll make sure it makes it's way into school? For a small cut of course."
"Damn girl - you're evil. Sure thing, provided you let me keep tapping your pussy."
JoJo smiled. "You know it baby."
Blowing out a cloud of weed, she tossed back her hair and laughed. It felt so good to be bad.
********
JoJo watched as the last of her gang dutifully accepted their packets of drugs and move out into the school. They were all too afraid to argue with her and she knew they'd keep their silence too if any of them got caught.
Soon she'd be raking it in and living the life of a spoiled bad-girl. No one could stop her now.
*whoomph*
Belinda struck her from behind and JoJo crashed against the wall. Winded she gasped for help but there was no one to help her as she'd sent her gang out to sell the packets.
Her now nearly bald victim was smaller, weaker and less viscious - but Belinda was possessed of a desperation that gave her strength. Even so she wouldn't last long one on one with JoJo.
The bully smiled as she easily sidestepped Belinda's next attack and with a kick easily knocked her down.
Stradling her victims chest, JoJo looked down and laughing spat in Belinda's face.
"Haha, you're so weak. So pathetic. I'm going to destroy yo..."
She never finished what she wanted to say. Her gloating had given Belinda time to recover and with a superhuman effort she threw JoJo off and tore at the puffer jacket.
It slid off JoJo's body and out of Belinda's grasp as it flew through the air to land on the floor.
JoJo screamed. Her body shook and she gasped in horror as Joanne's features began to return. She was turning back!
"No! My jacket!" she screeched leaping forward towards the jacket.
But Belinda was quicker. She grabbed the jacket, only somehow... her arm ended up slipping inside.
Belinda gasped as a delicious thrill throbbed through her. She groaned as long bitchy nails sprang out of the hand that now emerged from the jacket and she watched the skin tan. Fuck it felt good.
"No! That's mine you bitch."
JoJo was on her, but swinging around Belinda used her new hand to slap the other girl hard and send her tumbling backwards. She felt a thrill of intoxicating power and a smirk twisted her lips. Oh yesss it felt good to be powerful.
She looked up to see JoJo's minions were racing towards them, finally making their way back to their leader to help her in her fight.
"Too late losers," giggled Belinda slipping her other arm into the puffer jacket and pulling it tight around her body. "I'm your fucking Queen now."
Belinda screamed in unholy pleasure as the jackets evil flowed into her.
Her shaven scalp erupted as waves of soft long blonde hair flowed out and wicked matching fingernails shot out of her other hand to give her a pair or bitchy claws. She became prettier and tanned - her bones cracking as she became taller and fitter with a perfect ass and firm round tits.
Belinda groaned in pleasure as all the goodness and innocence inside her body were burned away... the jacket eagerly settling onto it's new host.
"Mmmmh, from now on you can call me Bex," grinned the new bad girl as her minions surrounded her - their loyalty now transfered to her.
Grovelling on the floor before the blonde bitch, Joanne wept at the horrible transformation her friend had undergone. She also ached from the withdrawal of wearing the jacket and the sense of power it had given her.
She was a preppy good girl again, fully transformed back into her old self. She was already struggling to remember Belinda. Bex was now in control.
Bex smirked as she zipped up the jacket and felt it's delicious evil suffocating her once innocent spirt. She wanted to feel more evil than even JoJo had. She wanted to be fully corrupted.
"I wonder how long I have to wear this until all the evil is absorbed into me and I never change back? Unlike you, I have no intention of going back."
Lighting a cigarette Bex took a deep drag and looked around. "I'm in charge now loser and you better stay away from me and my jacket. I won't warn you more than once."
She smoked a little longer, then laughing flicked the stub at the weeping Joanne and snapped her fingers to summon her minions.
She was horny and it was time to find a hot bad boy to fuck.
The cure might be worse - but Bex was going to enjoy being the disease.
THE END
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