Thanks, Aunty

 

The package arrived on Emma's eighteenth birthday. Pink wrapping paper. Glitter. A card that reeked of cheap perfume and read simply: "Time to join the family business, babes. Love Auntie Stace x"

My blood went cold.

Stacey. My fucking sister. Twenty years of silence and this is how she reaches out—through my daughter. She had nearly destroyed out family... once she found those magic boots. The same boots she'd just gifted Emma

"Dad, look!" Emma held up the boots. Black leather. Knee-length. Chunky heels with zips running up the sides. The kind of boots you'd see on a slag smoking outside a Wetherspoons. "They're so... trashy."

"Don't put them on."

But she was already laughing, already sliding her foot inside—

The change was immediate.

"Oh... ohhhhh..." Emma's voice dropped, roughened. Her posture shifted. Shoulders back. Tits out. That innocent smile twisting into something harder. Meaner.

"Emma, take them off. Now."

"Nah." She popped the word like bubble gum she wasn't chewing. "Don't fink I will, actually."

Her accent. Christ. That wasn't my daughter's voice anymore. That was pure council estate. Pure Stacey.

I watched her body ripen in real-time. Hips widening. Arse inflating into something obscene—round, hard, built for attention. Her modest chest swelled and swelled, ballooning into heavy, bouncing tits that strained against her birthday blouse until buttons popped.

"Fuckin' hell," she breathed, cupping her new assets. "These are well massive."

Her hair was changing too—brunette bleeding out, replaced by harsh bleached blonde. Roots already showing. Perfect chav.

"Emma, please—"

"It's Emz now, yeah?" She turned, and those eyes—my daughter's beautiful blue eyes—were different. Harder. Crueler. Lined with thick black liner. "And you can shut the fuck up, Dad. I'm done being your boring little princess."

She strutted to her room. When she came back down, my heart broke completely.

Black micro skirt—barely covered her arse. White crop top cut high to show her flat tummy and the glint of a new belly piercing that hadn't been there minutes ago. White puffer jacket hanging open, framing those ridiculous tits. And those boots—those fucking black boots zipped tight to her knees.

She looked like every chav slut I'd ever warned her about.

She looked exactly like Stacey had at eighteen.

Her fingers were already on her phone. Scrolling. Swiping.

"What are you doing?"

"Textin' Tyrone. You know—Tyrone from the estate? Big lad. Really big." She licked her glossed lips. "Auntie Stace says I should start wiv someone who'll properly stretch me out, innit."

My stomach dropped.

"You don't even know a Tyrone—"

"I do now." That cruel smile widened. "Boots gave me all of Auntie's contacts. All her... skills." She winked. "Can't wait to try 'em out."

She pushed past me, heels clicking on the hardwood. At the door, she paused, adjusting her puffer jacket.

"Oh, and Dad? Tell Mum I ain't comin' back. Gonna stay at Auntie's place. Learn the business." Her tongue traced her lower lip. "Apparently I've got a natural talent for... customer service."

The door slammed...

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Three weeks later, I saw her on the high street.

Hair even blonder now. Bigger hoops. Same outfit—the black micro skirt, the white crop top, the puffer jacket. Those fucking knee-high black boots. Tits even bigger somehow, bouncing with every step.

She was on the arm of a massive Black guy. Laughing. Loud. Obnoxious. Hand stuffed in the back pocket of his trackies.

She saw me looking.

Blew me a kiss.

Grabbed his bulge through the fabric.

And walked away, arse swaying, boots clicking, my daughter completely fucking gone.

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Ascendancy

 Ascendancy

The gown was the most beautiful thing any of the girls had ever seen. It sparkled and shimmered with silver motes as the light from the large bay windows spilled in and struck it.

"Wow," gasped Jade as she slowly approached and reaching gingerly out touched the material. It was gossamar thin and finer than anything she'd ever touched. Here and there precious stones that looked like diamonds sparkled and shone.

"Don't touch it," gasped Rachel. "It's probably worth a fortune and if we damage it we'll be screwed."

Jade snatched her hand back, but continued to stare in admiration at the dress as her friends gathered round to coo around and investigate the beautiful gown.

Loitering at the back of the group, only Alex showed the vaguest interest in the gown. Scrawny and underveloped - she was tiny compared to her friends. Flat chested and skinny with short brown hair, she was often mistaken for a boy and she preferred to dress in gender neutal clothing anyway.

She looked at her watch. Hopefully this stupid self-guided tour of the De'Lacroix mansion would be over soon anyway. It was usually closed to the public, but Jade's rich Uncle had been able to get them access as part of their holiday.

The De'Lacroix's had been a famous noble family that had petered out of existence a generation ago. Famed for their expensive tastes and some whispered their dark excesses, the family mansion was now a tourist attraction and the countesses gown was one of the star attractions.

"Come on girls lets move on," said Jade as they moved reluctantly away from the beautiful dress and out to the next room.

Alex cursed as she began to move then noticed her shoe lace was untied. Bending down she swiftly retied the shoe, but by the time she stood up - she was now alone in the room.

She turned to go - then a terrible temptation to look at the gown overtook her.

Walking over, Alex touched the dress and gasped at the feel of the expensive material in her hands. It really DID feel nice.

As someone who almost never dressed in a feminine way, Alex felt a suddent thrill and dark desire at imagining herself wearing something like this. How good would it feel to be inside the dress?

Try it on

Alex hesitated. A tiny voice in her head seemed to be urging the unthinkable. How ridiculous... she could never wear something like this. She didn't have the figure for it. She was weak, scrawny, unworthy. Maybe someone beautiful and feminine like Jade could wear the gown, but not her.

Try it on anyway. Now is your chance.

Alex's hands moved as if by themselves. She tore off her clothing till she stood in only her cheap white cotton undies and bra. Then she advanced on the gown.

She took it down from the mannequin. It was lighter than she expected, yet with a weight both physical and somehow historical. The wearer of a gown like this would be a woman of power and prestige.

Standing inside the sparkling nest of pooled material she began to slide it up - wiggling into the gown. She groaned as she pulled it up - it felt good - though she did feel a little silly. Like a child trying on her mothers clothes, the gown clearly was designed for a bodyshape superior to hers.

Just a little further.

"Alex, what's keeping you?" came a voice from the door as Jade suddenly walked back in and stopped in shock. She'd been sent to see what was keeping her friend but had not expected this.

"Alex you idiot... what do you think you're doing! Take that off at once."

Alex had just finished tugging the cups of the dress over her chest. With no cleavage she had nothing to hold the dress up and she suddenly felt doubly stupid and embarrased at her friends shocked face.

A countess is never embarassed. We can do what we like as we're just better than everyone else.

A surge of unfamiliar confidence and arrogance suddenly throbbed through Alex and she gasped in pleasure. Her back straightened, her posture became more confident and assertive and her lips twisted into a wicked smile.

"No," she whispered her eyes flashing with dark delight and took a step towards her friend.

The dress shimmered and sparkled as Alex advanced on Jade. Every step Alex seemed more confident and what's more she began to change.

Her flat chest expanded with each stride, firm rounded breasts any woman would be envious of growing to fit the cups of her gown and hold it up perfectly.

She grew taller - impossibly long legs sliding effortlessly across the floor as her skin tanned and her once short hair lengthened down her back.

Alex's once plain features became beautiful and commanding - with flashing dark eyes and firm full lips. Wide hips pushed out as she began to sway, her gown swishing with every movement.

"Oh... my... God..." gasped Jade as she quaked in fear and watched her friend advance.

"Goddess if you don't mind," smiled Alex patronisingly as she completed her transformation and stood mere inches from her friend. She now towered over Jade and made her look plain. It felt good.

Jade turned to run and began to move towards the door.

"Stop."

The command was said calmly and regally. Jade felt every muscle in her body freeze. She couldn't say no to a voice like that.

Alex thrilled in excitement as she felt her new body throb and thrum with anticipation. She felt so regal and powerful. The gown had awakened the Princess within her. She was now a spoiled and ruthless queen with a desire for the finer things in life.

She also wanted lots of pretty toys to play with. Toys like Jade and her other friends.

"Kneel," smiled Alex benignly as Jade sank to her knees. Advancing forwards she hiked up her beautiful gown. Her cheap underwear was gone, replaced by expensive designer lingerie designed to go with her gown.

"Worship," she smiled groaning as the other girl leant forward and buried her head in her crotch.

She lowered the gown over Jade, trapping her inside - covering her up in the kneeling position.

Inside the gown with her new Goddess Jade began to change. She became demure, wide eyed, obedient. Her desire to serve her new Goddess grew as she lapped and worshipped Alex's perfect pussy.

"Such a good girl," moaned Countess Alexandra as she enjoyed the feeling of her first handmaiden devoting herself entirely to her. "We'll convert the others one by one and then when my royal court is full, begin to have some real fun."

The gown had found it's new owner and royalty was coming back to this town...

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Consulting the Oracle

 Consulting the oracle

It was exactly one year since Anya had completed her take-down of her rival Madison using a wicked magic spell to trap her former leaders soul into her slutty puffer jacket.

Anya had laughed as she'd watched Madison crumble into dust and her spirit melt into the jacket. The other girls had stared in fear and Anya had felt the delicious thrill of knowing they were now too scared to fuck with her.

Her reign had begun successfully. Gathering the jacket and and storing it safely - she'd whipped the other girls into shape and begun to enjoy her new role as the Alpha girl.

But being Queen Bitch turned out to be tougher than she'd imagined. It required finesse, determination and skill. She soon began to find herself out of her depth. It wasn't just about bossing people around, there was so much else to do. It was like spinning a hundred plates all at once. How had Madison made it look so effortless?

If only she could somehow tap into Madison's skills and knowledge...

That's when she realised she could...

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REFRESHER

Lauren was bored of her preppy little wardrobe - plaid skirts and knee socks were definitely cute, but she needed something new. She was sick of looking cute - she wanted to look SEXY.

Her best-friend Rachel suggested she use a refresher spell. Once cast it would transform all her clothes to a new style of her choice, meaning she wouldn't have to go out and buy everything from scratch.

Muttering the ancient words with her eyes squeezed shut, she imagined wearing something more mature, more sexy and darker.

The spell absorbed Lauren's subconscious desires and with a shimmer a wave of energy shot from her hands and bathed her room and all her clothes.

Rachel gasped in awe, "It's working!"

Lauren's clothes glowed and began to change. In her wardrobe her pink and blue satin blouses began to thicken and change shape. Tight blue rubber corsets and a pink latex cat suit took their place. Her cutesy belts transformed into a set of whips and chains and her sneakers reformed into wicked nine inch heels and tight black thigh boots.

"What's happening?" gasped Lauren in shock as she watched her beautiful clothes become bitchy fetish wear. Tight black latex, rubber and leather now hung from every hanger and sex toys filled every drawer. An obscenely large strap on and it's holster hung from a hook on the door and ball gags and paddles littered her floor.

"No... this isn't what I wanted," sobbed Lauren.

Isn't it?

The voice came from within. It was her voice, but crueler, sluttier and oozing with sultry evil.

Lauren gasped as the clothes she was wearing began to tingle. She groaned as a feeling of power and pleasure throbbed through her as the spell began to alter the clothes she was wearing.

"Nooooooo, ooooooh fuck - that feels SO good."

Rachel watched in horror as her best friends clothes began to change around her body. Long latex gloves encased Lauren's arms and she was pushed up in bitchy wet look stockings and a pair of stiletto heels as chains and straps whipped over her tanned naked flesh and her new outfit creaked possessively around her body.

"Mmmmmh, oh YES! It feels so FUCKING good," moaned Lauren her lips twisting into a wicked slutty smile as she touched her new latex clad body and purred in satisfaction.

As Rachel watched - the spell transformed Lauren to match her new clothes better. Her flat chest swelled up into two large dominant boobs, her flat hair became rich and full and her flabby body toned up with an Amazonian physique. Long red nails shot from her fingers as her face became beautiful and dominant - cruel yet beautiful red lips taking on a dominant perma-pout.

"L...Lauren?" whimpered Rachel as her friend laughed and squeezed her new bigger boobs in glee.

"Oh yes! This is exactly the refresher I needed. This new look suits me SO much better."

Swaying over to the wardrobe Lauren took the strap-on and began to climb into it. She groaned in satisfaction as she tightened the straps and stroked the jutting out ten inch black dildo lovingly.

"Thank you for your help Rachel. Now it's time for you to have your reward. Come and serve your new Mistress."

Maybe some of the magic had changed Rachel too, because all thoughts of her loser boyfriend were lost forever as her eyes widened in devotion and she eagerly knelt before Lauren.

"Yes Mistress... I am yours to command."

Lauren now had a new look... and a new life to match.

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