I become you

 I BECOME YOU

I am just a mask.

It is my wearer who gives me form and purpose. Put me on and you can be anyone you want to be. My magic will give you the face, the body and the life you most desire.

Of course I do have SOME say in the matter. As soon as you put me on I prefer to reach into your mind and make you want to be feminine and pretty.

I like to look slutty... I like to look young. It's usually quite easy to tweak those subconscious desires and make my wearer want to be a naughty little brat.

Brats are the best. Long blonde hair, tanned skin, big perky tits and tight pussies - I like to ride on a body that looks beautiful and pampered. I like to make my wearers into hot spoiled fashion and sex obsessed bitches.

Once I'm your new face - no one can remember the old you. Whilst you wear me it becomes impossible for a person to conceive of you as anyone else than who I have made you. Even if you put me on in front of them - they instantly forget.

Olivia... Chloe... Ashley... Madison... Beckie... it doesn't matter which slutty new personality I have chosen for you. It will begin to take over every time you wear me.

Friends will no longer remember the old you - only see the mean teen I've made you into. You're probably their bully now, they probably hate and fear you.

You'll enjoy what I've made you though. As your strong new Alpha boyfriend fucks you in his convertible - you'll love the feeling of being a hot slut. As you see your social media accounts take over thr world and thousands of boys simp for you, you'll feel like a Goddess. As you shop for designer clothes and hang out with the most popular girls from school - you'll finally feel complete.

Your family won't even realise they've lost a kid. I'll find you a better family - a rich family that appreciates your new persona. You'll walk into a ready made life of pleasure and privilege. Daddy's credit card will pay for everything. That and your pretty privilege.

So long as you wear me more and more I'm happy to ride along with you as my host. I am your face after all. Soon I'll be the only face you need.

Because of course, what you don't realise is that just as no one else can remember who is behind the mask, soon neither can you.

The more you wear me, the more I take. The more you forget who you even are. Soon the day comes that you forget you're even wearing a mask.

As you stare into the mirror you can't remember who you really are or even muster the strength to care. The personality and memories I gave you become the only ones that matter. You're now every inch the entitled brat I wanted you to be.

I love feeling your lips move as you boss boys around. I love what a cruel, mean spoiled bitch you have become. Doesn't it feel good to forget who you were and just be a mean girl. We were made to be together.

My face is your face.

I am just a mask. But I have become you...

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 Madison's Mask

Her heart hammered in fear and her palms dripped with sweat, but try as she might - Maddie couldn't escape.

The evil girls had used stockings to tie her hands and feet to the chair - silk panties stuffing her mouth to stifle her squeals and any hope of rescue completely thwarted. Ironically both she and her friend were minutes from help - trapped in the dressing room of an expensive lingerie store with these two mad women   Maddie rocked and pulled as hard as she could to get free - but it was beyond hopeless and the women laughed to see her try.

On the opposite chair Katie squealed and shook in fear, as the two smirking bitches on either side of her held her down by her shoulders and the one in the yellow lingerie opened an expensive looking case.  A perfect white porcelain mask gleamed inside - paper thin and set into an expression of cruel and wicked amusement.

The mask in the case glowed with dark power and each of the women groaned, their own faces suddenly seeming mask like and cold.  For a second their skin seemed to separate and turn white and Maddie screamed in fear - producing only a muffled strangled sound.  She began to struggle harder against her bonds.

"Yessss, you're so lucky," groaned the woman in black. "This is the Queen Mask - you will become our new leader.  She has determined that your body is perfect to corrupt into her own."

Katie tried to writhe and twist away, but the woman in black pinned her head back and laughed as her compatriot brought the mask closer and closer.  It seemed to strain and pull towards Katie's face - desperate to be on her - to BECOME her.  It's evil energy pulsed out and crackled into Katie - making her nipples grow hard with arousal as her sexual desires were inflamed and wicked thoughts pulsed through her mind.

"Noooooo, I.... have to resist."

As the mask came closer a wicked whisper began to caress her mind. Katie was weak, but as Kayley - she would be a Goddess with men and women grovelling at her feet.  As the Queen of the mask - she had the power to make more masks and create drones to serve her.  Images of her enhanced body being pleasured and worshipped made her pussy drip and her mind ache with desire.  The mask was going to make her so much better.  She needed it.

"Ooooooh yes... put the mask on me... make me your Queen," groaned Katie as the evil power of the mask began to fully affect her and with a dreamy smile she brought her face eagerly forward.  She groaned in ecstasy as the women brought the mask to her face and she felt it latch on with a sucking sound.

Throwing back her head, Katie screamed in ecstasy as her hair turned golden blonde and blasted out from her head.  Her clothing melted and reformed into sensual lingerie as her body swelled and grew - breasts pushing out and her ass expanding.  Long claw like nails sprang from her fingers and cruel new lips curved into a grin of wicked amusement as her transformation into a slutty bitch neared completion.

"Mmmmmmh, the first thing I'm going to do is enslave that pathetic loser Maddie and make her my slave," giggled Kayley.  "YES! Make me evil and give me the power I've always craved."

Her daughters were watching their Queen with enraptured expressions, pleased at her rebirth into such a willing and pliant body.  Perhaps that's why they didn't notice that Maddie had finally gotten her hand free and was busy tearing her bonds loose.

As the last few vestiges of Katie vanished beneath a bitchy exterior of soft creamy flesh and expensive hedonism - the masks edges began to suck into her flesh to make the transformation irreversible and ensure Kayley would be a Goddess forever.

"Oh no you don't!"

Finding courage she never knew she had Maddie had leapt forward and ramming her nails into the rapidly vanishing corners of the mask she pulled as hard as she could.  Taken by surprise, the mask was wrenched free as Kayley screamed and shook - her sexy new body deflating and transforming back to Katie.  "NOOOO! GIVE IT BACK TO MEEEEEE!"

The two women screamed in rage and leapt at Maddie who was already running, the mask tucked under her arm.  She just managed to avoid them and heard one of them crash into a rail of clothes as she sprinted out of the shop.

"Where are you going you weak little bitch?" hissed a voice in her mind and to her horror Maddie realised the mask was talking to her.

"Once I get back onto your friends face - I'm going to make her into such a bitch that you'll regret it forever.  She's going to love the things she does to you - I'll make her cum so much as she becomes more and more evil."

"SHUT UP!" screamed Maddie as she ran through the Mall, dodging through crowds and trying to think of  a plan.  "I'm going to fucking destroy you and end this evil."

"Stupid girl, I'm indestructible.  Even a nuclear explosion wouldn't take a chip out of me.  My daughters are going to find you - they can always sense my presence.  They're going to take you back to Katie so that she can become my host and then you'll pay for this."

Glancing over her shoulder - Maddie thought she saw a flash of yellow.  She was heading for the emergency exit when suddenly she saw two new women step out of the shadows and block it with wicked smiles on their faces.

She turned in horror, but swerved as another two women emerged from a shop and moved to block her path.

"How many of you bitches are there?" panted Maddie in horror.

"So many - and once I merge with Katie - there will be even more. This town, then this state - and eventually the country will belong to me."

Ignoring the gloating voice, Maddie leapt over a railing and aimed her fall perfectly to crash into an inflatable ball pool full of children. They ran screaming as she scrambled to her feet and dodged into a service area hoping for a fire-escape.

"Hmmmmm, you're resourceful and quick witted.  I thought Katie was the one with the true potential, but maybe I miscalculated."

Reaching the end of the corridor, Maddie screamed as she saw that the fire-escape was chained up (illegally) and there was no escape.  Spinning round she groaned in horror as she saw eight perfect women marching towards her down the corridor with predatory gleams in their eyes.  There was only one door left and she took it, finding herself in a tiny supply cupboard.  She jammed the lock and rammed broom handles and an aluminium ladder against the door - but it was hopeless as the women outside began to batter on it.

"It won't take them long to get inside... then you're doomed."

"Shut up.  There has to be something I can do."

"There is.  Put me on."

Maddie's heart missed a beat as she heard the sly temptation in the masks voice.  She was shocked ad appalled, but immediately a naughty thought in her head popped into place urging her to listen to the voice.  "Yesssss, let me merge with you and make you into the Queen.  Wouldn't you like to become a bitch and rule over everything?  Look at me... hold me out and look at the power you could have."

Maddie held the mask out in front of her and immediately realised she had made a mistake.  Waves of evil energy began to pulse out of it and she felt her lips part as pleasure throbbed through her and her pussy got wet as she became aroused. It would be so easy to put the mask on, to let it take over her. All she had to do was lift it to her face.

"Noooooooo," she groaned trying to resist, but unable to stop looking at the mask.  It began to move closer - her hands bringing it nearer.

"Yessssss, that's it. Put me on and feel my evil corrupt you.  Yes closer... put me on your face and embrace the power."

Maddie fought the voice and the growing temptation as best she could.  She tried to drop the mask or look away - but she couldn't.  

The hammering outside intensified and the door began to splinter.  A female hand reached through the smashed the wood and began to scramble for the lock.

"I win whatever happens.  Soon I'll either be Queen Kayley or Queen Madison.  All that's left to you is to make the choice.  Do you want the power or not?"

Images cascaded through Maddie's mind as the mask came closer and closer. Images of her in tight expensive lingerie, commanding men and women.  She saw herself birthing more masks - her features rippling as she removed them from her face so they could be placed onto others and turn them into her daughters... her army that would give this world to her.

"Yesssss, oh fuck yessss. the power," she moaned - the mask now inches from her face.

The door opened with a crash and the women surged in - a wild eyed Katie in their midst.  "NO! The mask is mine you bitch, give it to me!"

Groaning with lust and laughing evilly, Maddie pushed the mask onto her face.  "No - the mask is MINE!" she moaned as she felt it writhe and begin to transform her.  "YES! Make me into a fucking GODDESS!"

Smokey eyes fluttered in pleasure as Maddie's hair turned red and pushed down her back.  As the mask merged with her face, soft pink lips curved into a smile and wicked white nails began to grow out of her fingers.  Maddie's small breasts began to swell and expand, her body surging with power and dominance as she became a curvaceous temptress with a body to kill for.

Katie was leaping towards her, hoping to tear the mask from her face as had been done to her - but Maddie simply side stepped and hurled the other girl past her into a pile of boxes.

Bones cracked, flesh swelled, female moans and gasps of pleasure filled the air as with a last few pops and grunts Madison completed her transformation.

Reaching up to her perfect face she smirked as she felt the mask fade away completely - now impossible to remove.  The bonding complete - the link to Katie was broken anyway and the other girl was rising from the boxes with a horrified look on her face.

"Oh no - what have you done Maddie?"

As her loyal daughters stood to flank her, Madison laughed and stretched her perfect new body.

"It's Madison now Katie and I am finally complete.  You would have made a good host, but this bonding is even stronger and now I truly am unstoppable."

Backing away in fear, Katie looked around but now she was the one trapped in the supply cupboard with nowhere to go.  She was surrounded by Madison's minions and there was no escape.

"Don't worry though," purred Madison as she reached up to her face and with a grunt removed a smooth white mask which seemed to simply melt out of her flesh.  "You still get to wear a mask - only this one, is just going to make you my helpless drone."

Advancing on her former friend, Madison laughed as she brought the mask down and her first steps towards world domination began in earnest.

THE END

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Taking her for a spin

Taking her for a spin

Sarah and Penelope were walking down the street on their way to school, when an expensive super-car pulled up. The two nerdettes looked over nervously, as Brandon the bully leered out at them. He was impossibly handsome and a real bad boy. 

"Can I give one of you girls a lift?" he asked with a confident grin, swinging open the door.

Sarah folded her arms. "What happened to Collette? I thought she was your girl? Won't she be mad if you give one of us a lift?" She sneered as she looked at the hot, but disgusting rich boy.

"We broke up - so no more lifts for her. Now one of you can take her place."

"I don't think so," laughed Sarah... then noticing her friend had gone very quiet turned to look at Penelope. 

Penelope had a funny look on her face and she was shuffling towards the car, almost like she was in a trance. Her breathing was heavy and there was a look of desire in her eyes.

"Yeah... that's it... get in... you'll be even hotter than Collette was," grinned Brandon as Penelope lowered herself into the seat.

As soon as her ass touched the seat, Penelope groaned and convulsed. She shook as her school uniform burned away and was replaced by a tight designer outfit. Her small breasts swelled up and her boring hair lengthened and straightened as sexy makeup covered her face and her bones cracked and popped to give her a fuller, more rounded figure.

The girl now sitting next to Brandon looked some spoiled wicked rich bitch. She oozed sex appeal and had a cruel, slutty look in her perfect eyes.

"Oh yeah, that feels SO much better."

Flexing her acrylic nails, Penny slammed the door to the car shut and grinning looked at her astonished friend.

"What you looking at you sad, fucking, loser? You better keep away from me at school or there is gonna be trouble. Brandon baby, let's get out of here."

Sarah sobbed as Brandon gunned the car and she watched her once innocent friend bend over and start to suck his dick as he drove away.

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Witch Switch

The model for Cynthia is Syren Sexton

Witch Switch

"Eugh, it disgusts me that I have to be in your pathetic daughters puny body for even this short amount of time," complained Cynthia as she looked angrily at her enslaved husband Donald.

He shivered in fear, his enchanted cock cage throbbing with the threat of violence as his evil wife, now a perfect copy of his daughter, obviously considered whether to use it to bring him pain - then decided against it.

"If you hadn't provided your ex-wife with so many safeguards, I wouldn't have to do this. But the only way to get all the money that should be mine is to withdraw it from the bank pretending to be Sophie... her Mother damn her, was clever enough to remove all access from the funds for you."

Turning to the table, Cynthia examined the two vials in a small rack. One was now empty, the potion of transmogrification she had used to be become a perfect copy of her step-daughter.  The other would return her to her normal self once she had completed her mission.

Lifting the vial carefully she placed it inside a runed silver box and locked it. The enchantment on that box could withstand a nuclear blast and despite its small size- it was completely immovable.  Without the key, it was impossible to get inside.

She handed it to Donald. "Guard this with your life and give it only to me when I return. Sophie left on her trip yesterday, she's away for a week. By the time she returns her money will be mine."

Turning to her grimoire... the source of all her powers she smiled and stroked it... frowning as she failed to feel the familiar pleasurable contact of its power. She tried to open it and found she couldn't... oh of course... the book thought she was Sophie. Her magical powers would be denied to her till her misson was complete and she could resume her superior form. I'm fact- Sophie clearly had no attitude for magic at all. Even the simplest cantrip was beyond her bodies pathetic reach. 

"No magic? Well I better get on with it then, so I can get back to being me," she sighed.  She could trust Donald with the key, the cock-cage made him her absolute slave and she had made sure to program him to obey Sophie before she transformed. She would undo that as soon as she was back to normal.

Leaving her pet to guard the house she gathered some legal documents for the bank and feeling ungainly in her weak new body, headed out.

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Unlocking the door to the family house Sophie really hoped her evil step-Mom Cynthia wasn't around. The bitch would probably give her no end of grief when she found out Sophie had managed to drive the car off the road and had to be towed back home. 

"That was quick my Queen," grinned her Dad as he strode into the hall and presented her with a key. "Here is your key, the master bedroom is prepared for you. I put out your favourite outfits, makeup and toys for your return. The box is on your night stand where you left it."

Sophie was too stunned to speak at the weird way her Dad was acting as he guided her upstairs and pushed her into her Step Mom's room.

This place was normally forbidden to Sophie and she wandered in feeling confused as her Father shut the door behind her.

"What the hell?" she shivered as she smelt Cynthia's slutty perfume and saw her tight bitchy clothes on the bed. Looking down at the key in her hand she walked over to the silver box and opened it.

Frowning Sophie lifted out the vial inside. It contained a silvery looking liquid and uncorking it she gave it a sniff. It smelled delicious... her mouth salivate instantly and before she knew what she was doing she had lifted it to her lips and drank it all.

Fire burned through Sophie's body and she moaned, clutching herself and shaking. It was both painful and pleasurable. It felt like her bones were shifting and her skin stretching. She had never been very tall, but now it felt like she was growing... stretching... aging.

She looked at her fingernails in fascination. The nails were painted now... Cynthia's favourite colour! Her hands looked older, sexy... but older... and there was a white mark where a wedding ring should sit.

"What the fuck is happening to me?" she gasped, her voice a hybrid of Sophie's terrified teenage whine and Cynthia's assured womanly purr.

Falling against the table her hand landed on a strange book... and as her transformation continued, she felt a growing connection to it. Knowledge flooded her mind... knowledge that she had just drunk a transmogrification potion and that soon she would be someone else.

But who? 

Staggering to the mirror she was granted her answer as she watched her ginger hair turn a beautiful blonde and her features aged and matured into those of a deliciously wicked vixen.

Cynthia.

Sophie stated in growing fascination as her evil step-moms bigger breasts pushed out of her slender chest and her freckled skin became creamt white.

It felt good to be Cynthia. Although her Step-Mom was thirty years old, it felt good to be in her bitchy, homewrecking body.

Really good.

"So Cynthia is a witch," purred Sophie as her voice changed to that of the older woman. "Maybe that's why my Mom had that accident and my Dad became Cynthia's slave so rapidly. But why would she leave a potion lying around to turn someone into her... unless... my Dad must have thought I WAS her... she must be impersonating me."

Sophie gasped as she realised Cynthia probably looked exactly like her now. But why? What was she up to?

Placing her hand on the book... Sophie gasped as she felt a much stronger connection this time. The pages flickered open... granting her access to the profane power within and forbidden knowledge began to flood into her mind.

She focused... needing to find some way of finding out what Cynthia was up to and was satisfied when the knowledge to cast a simple psychometry spell entered her mind. Turning to Cynthia's clothes on the bed she spoke the words of power and groaned as she cast her first ever spell.

Now she had Cynthia's body - she had all the witches power and a spell of such simplicity barely troubled her. But it left her with a hunger for more... she wondered if she would have time to learn more magic and use it.

The clothes glowed and Sophie knew she only needed to put them on and her Step-Mother's memories would seep into her mind.  Soon she would know whatever Cynthia knew.

She took off the ill-fitting clothes she had worn as Sophie and naked admired herself. Her body was toned and her pussy neatly trimmed. Touching it made her gasp in ecstasy... Cynthia was a lot more sensitive than Sophie and hornier to boot.

She started with the stockings, panties and suspenders.  Sophie didn't normally wear this stuff, but Cynthia's legs were longer and it felt really good to encase them in silk. 

She began to feel her step-mom's evil influence flowing into her, filling her head with a desire to fuck in these stockings or jerk a man's cock off with her silken feet. Sliding those feet into grey heels, she felt even taller and more dominant than usual. No wonder Cynthia always looked down on others. It seemed she could literally! 

It seemed the memories she needed might come attached with emotions... but it was too late to stop as she picked up a skirt and began to put it on. 

As Sophie she'd never worn such figure hugging, expensive and sexy clothing... but as she pulled her tight pencil skirt up over her slutty ass she felt a surge of memories and emotions that told her these were her favourite kind of clothes to wear. She put on her bra, admiring how good her bigger breasts looked and turned hungrily to see what else there was to wear.

Mmmmh, it felt so good to slide into the clothes her Daddy... NO.... her husband had left out for her. He was such a good slave.

Sophie knew the memories and thoughts pulsing into her from the clothes were affecting her behaviour and her sense of self. She should probably stop and take them off, but instead she grinned and picked up a blouse enjoying the sensations of becoming Cynthia.

After all - who was to say she couldn't be Cynthia? There was a vacancy after all.

Sliding her arms into the blouse... Sophie shivered in lust as she did up each button. Tightening the blouse and sealing herself in Cynthia's clothing brought floods of new memories... and she smirked as she admired the bitches plan for this family.

She knew what she needed now... there was no reason to go further... but as she picked up the wedding and engagement rings from the dresser she couldn't help but smile.  "Then again there's no reason to stop. This all feels SOOOO good. Guess I AM Cynthia now."

Sliding her wedding ring on, the new bitch laughed madly as she picked up her spell book and began searching through. "Oh yes, this is going to be fun."

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Cynthia was annoyed. It had taken longer than expected to complete the transactions athr bank - but at least all the money was hers at last.

She got a taxi home and letting herself in, called for her slave. She was impatient to transform back into her true self.

"Welcome home Sophie," purred a voice from the stair-well and Cynthia's syolen ginger face crumpled into incredulity as her exact physical copy strutted down the stairs like a panther. 

"Wh... but... who?"

New Cynthia laughed at the pathetic expression on the ginger girls face. "I was Sophie... but being you is so much better. Now I have all your power, Daddy is my eager slave and you are powerless to stop me. All that remains is to burn all magical knowledge out of your mind so you have zero chance of ever stopping me. By the way... this is going to hurt... a lot."

As the new Cynthia advanced, the new Sophie gibbered in fear but there was nothing she could do.

The switch was permanent.

THE END

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A face worse than death

Alex was pleased that his best-friend Jack had invited him to meet him at the tiny carpark up on the hill. This time of day there was almost no-one around and as Alex slid into his friends car and shut the door, he felt like he was in some sort of spy-film.

He was pleased Jack had finally invited him to meet up and discuss what they could do about the new girl Mallory. Since starting a month ago she had made everyone's lives hell. Things were so bad that Alex's friends were even having to take days off school, they were so traumatised by her bullying.

Jack had been off for the last three days alone... and it was good to see him looking well, if a little pale and a little anxious.

There was a *thunk* as Jack locked the doors and Alex looked a little surprised for a moment. His friend must be really nervous. He didn't know why, it wasn't like Mallory could do anything to stop them meeting up.

"Alex... thanks for coming," mumbled Jack. "Before we start though, there's something you have to see."

Jack reached down and to Alex's surprise when he came back up he was holding a thin, white, porcelain mask. The face was feminine... clearly very beautiful and it was frozen in a cold smile of sensual superiority. It seemed vaguely familiar to Alex somehow.

Jack lifted the mask up and pushed it against his face. Alex was stunned... not sure what to say... but his unease turned to shock as the mask suddenly began to melt and merge with his friends features.

Alex gasped as Jack convulsed and his body began to change. It was like watching a special effect from a movie... everything was happening at once.

Alex took in a dozen things at once. Jack's short hair was lengthening and turning blonde, his clothing was changing - tightening into more form fitting skimpier clothing. His friends shoes were growing wedge heels and gel nails were sprouting from his fingers. Jack's body shape was radically changing... a little shorter and smaller, but definitely curvier. His seat belt slid into the middle of his chest as two luscious mounds pushed out of his chest and his ass inflated.

All these changes took less than a few moments, yet it seemed to Alex that he was watching for ages. His friends face was now a mirror of the masks - only in soft tanned flesh - and Alex realised with horror why he recognised it as the eyes fluttered open and Mallory turned her head to look at him.

"Surpriseeeee," she giggled shaking her sexy blonde hair so it fell right around her shoulders.

Alex gibbered in shock, Mallory's perfume filing the car as she reached into her handbag and sprayed herself.

"That's better," she grinned turning to regard him with her cold, superior, bitchy eyes.

"J...Jack... you're Mallory?"

Mallory laughed, a tinkling musical sound of evil glee. "Oh yes... he's my slave-host, just like all your other friends are."

"What?"

"Oh you dummy, why do you think your friends keep having days off school? Those are the days that they have become me. I like to have a lot of different hosts - in fact I'm going to add more to my stable. That's why you are here. I've been using Jack for the last three days, but now it's time to ride a new boy."

Mallory leaned closer, her perfect pink lips curving into a soft pout. "You're going to love being me Alex."

Before he could stop her, she leaned over and kissed him. Her soft sensual lips brushed against his - sending sparks of pleasure through his body as she pressed her face against his and it peeled off to stick lightly against his face.

Jack pulled back gasping for air as his body returned to normal - the white porcelain of the mask now settling gently on Alex's face.

Alex groaned as he felt the mask begin to sink into his face. Mallory was possessing him and if he didn't do something, soon he would become her.

He knew he should reach up and try to rip the flimsy porcelain away - but he couldn't seem to bring himself to do it as a warm flush of pleasure flooded his limbs and his lips curved into a smile to match the mask.

He could feel himself changing as the mask melted into his face. All the things he had seen happen to Jack were now happening to him - only this time he could feel them... and boy did it feel good.

His hair had never felt so silky and stylish as it slithered down his back in a golden wave and he had certainly never experienced the strange sensation of inch long gel nails. He looked at them in fascination, amazed at how tiny his hands now were... how feminine looking they had become.

His clothing was transforming. He shifted slightly as his loose boxer shorts tightened into a thong which rode up between his significantly rounder cheeks. His body cracked and he winced slightly at the sensation of his dick shrinking and his internal organs adjusting to give him the correct female plumbing.

More of his clothing was becoming girly - an exact copy of what Mallory had been wearing moments before, as he had the strange sensation of boobs on his chest and the taste of lipstick on his mouth.

The mask melted fully into his face and Mallory felt her head go fuzzy as the transformation completed itself and her bonding with yet another host was complete.

"Ah yes, I love my new host."

Stretching her lithe body and enjoying the feeling of being born once again in a virgin body she turned to regard Jack and giggled at his jealous expression.

"Awwwww don't worry honey, I still love you too. You'll get to be me again soon enough."

Mallory adjusted her hair and finding her handbag sprayed herself with her favourite perfume. "And there are advantages to someone else being me," she grinned as she leaned over and sliding her hands onto Jack's trousers felt the outline of his cock there.

"What are you doing?" he gasped as she unzipped him and pulled out his dick.

"You know exactly what I'm doing baby, you sucked enough cock when you were me... you know how much I enjoy it."

Jack groaned as Mallory bent over and slid her pink lips round his engorging dick. She loved feeling a man's cock getting bigger in her slutty mouth and the thought this was the first dick Alex's body would ever have sucked made it even more exciting.

She giggled as she slurped on his cock and directed her thoughts to Alex buried deep inside.

Are you enjoying sucking your friends dick? Do you like how it feels to be the girl and have total cock control?

Mallory opened her throat and took the cock deeper and deeper... her blonde head bobbing up and down as Jack gasped in ecstasy and groaned. This felt amazing...

Mallory was wet and she wanted more. She knew Alex was a virgin - and it was time to pop his cherry and make him into a true slut. Admittedly her body was always created post-fucked - but it still always felt like the first time when she fucked in a new host.

Sliding down her leggings and panties, she straddled Jack and guided his rock hard dick into her tight, pussy. They groaned in unison as she began to rock and bounce on him - the car suspension wobbling slightly as she did so.

How does it feel to have a cock inside you Alex? Good isn't it? Mmmmmh, you'll dream of how good this feels when I'm on another of my hosts.

Mallory grinned as she looked down at the weak and worshipful boy below her. His soul was already hers of course - Jack was such a good host - but the look of absolute worship in his eyes made her cut so good. She began to orgasm, squeezing her tits and moaning as she cummed hard.

Alex was a virgin no longer. She giggled and increased her bounces - deciding to reward Jack's loyalty the best way she could.

"Cum in me Jack. Give it all to your Mistress."

He groaned and she shivered in delight as she felt his warmth explode within her.

Her pussy full of cum and her domination of Alex's body assured - Mallory replaced her panties and leggings and slid into the passenger seat.

She reached up to touch her face and she sighed with delight. To be her was the most delicious feeling in the world. 

Alex was just another one of her slaves now... a silly boy bound to her will.

His enslavement had just begun...

THE END

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Mommy's Mask

Kelly was pretty upset that her Mom had fallen over whilst drunk and was now in hospital - but at least it meant that she was no longer acting weird.  Her Mom was an antiques dealer and for years had been a modest and kind woman, until six months ago when she had suddenly changed.  Linda had gone away on a business trip to recover some antique masks for her shop and when she had returned a month later, she had been a changed woman.

At first Kelly didn't believe the busty blonde bimbo who came into the house with bags of designer clothes really was her Mom, but she soon realised that some terrible transformation had come over her.  Linda was now a busty bitch, with fake cock-sucking lips, massive plastic tits and a selfish and horny personality.  The new slut kicked out Kelly's Dad and turned the house into a bimbo pleasure palace, selling up her antiques business and living off the proceeds.

Linda now treated her daughter like shit, and she shamelessly brought her new lover Kane - a six foot four black-guy, twenty years her junior, to live with her.  She spent all day drinking champagne and fucking, which was why last week when she'd come tottering out of her bedroom on her six inch heels and drunk - she'd slipped and fallen down the stairs, badly injuring herself.

Now as she sat next to her unconscious Mom in hospital, Kelly wondered if she even wanted Linda to wake up from her coma - she didn't know how she felt about her Mom anymore. She stared at the pink slutty bitch sleeping before her and saw nothing of her once kind and lovely Mother there. Yet as she studied her Mom's face... she spotted something odd. It seemed to Kelly that it almost looked like there was a glassy sheen lying on top of Linda's face. Curious, she reached out and gasped.  She could definitely feel the outlines of something... it felt like a mask.

Gripping the edges, Kelly began to pull.  Whatever it was, it was nearly welded to Linda's face - but her unconscious state must have weakened the bond because it began to come away.  With a wrench Kelly pulled and with a sucking sound Linda's face came away in her hands and she fell backwards.

Looking down at her hands Kelly saw she was now holding a plain porcelain mask.  It was one of the antiques that her Mom had set out to collect all those months ago.  The mask's lips were in a permanent devious pout and there was a suggestion of slutty bimboness to the whole arrangement.  The bimbo mask sparkled slightly as she turned it, pink glittery motes seeming to sparkle in the air.  Looking up she gasped as she saw the woman in the bed was no longer the bit titted knock-out that she had been moments before.  Now Linda looked entirely like her old self.

Hearing a nurse approaching and panicking, Kelly shoved the mask into her bag and made her exit. Her head was whirling and she needed to think.  She practically ran home and when she got in, she was relieved to find that asshole Kane was nowhere to be seen.  Going upstairs she went into her Mom's bedroom, and sat on her bed.

"So the mask was what turned my Mom into a bimbo," she gasped in amazement pulling open her bag and whipping it out to look at it again.  "This thing is fucking evil," she resolutely spat, "I need to destroy it."

Looking down at the mask, the pink light sparkling and shimmering, Kelly smirked.  The delicate porcelain would surely be easy to smash and destroy.  All she needed was a hammer.

"Hey you little brat, what are you doing in your Mom's room," suddenly came a deep voice from the doorway and Kelly looked up to see her Mom's lover Kane was looking at her.  He had been home after all and had heard movement upstairs.

"Go away you jerk," she spat, "I found out how to turn my Mom back to normal and as soon as she wakes up from her coma, you're history."

Kane's eyes dropped to the mask in her hands.  "What are you talking about, what the hell is that thing?"

"This is the cause of all my trouble, it turned my Mom into that bimbo whore you love so much.  But as soon as I smash it, she'll never be able to turn back into that blonde bitch and everything will go back to how it used to be."

"Fuck that," grinned Kane.  "I think I'll take that mask and go put it back on your Momma.  Doctors say she should come round soon and I just know she'll reward me good if I help her become a slut again.  Your Momma sucks my dick better than any bitch I ever had does.  She's a Goddess."

Kane advanced forward and Kelly screamed as he tried to grab the mask.  The two of them tussled, but Kane was clearly bigger and stronger and it was obvious he was going to overpower Kelly and take the mask any moment.  In her desperation, she did the only thing she could think of... she pushed her face forward and slid it into the mask.

There was an explosion of power and Kane was sent hurtling backwards.  Kelly's hands went to her face and she moaned in helpless pleasure as the mask spread and melded with her face, corrupting and transforming her into a wicked bimbo.

"Ohhhhh fuck I feel AMAZING," screamed Kelly as her small flat chest began to swell and fill with huge silicone globes.  Her thin lips began to swell up into a permanent pout as her natural hair turned a fake bright blonde and huge hooped earrings dropped from her lobes.  Kelly aged, becoming a slutty MILF as her ass pushed out and her conservative clothing shrunk and tightened on her body to give her an outfit a whore would be proud to wear.  

"Ohhhh fuck yes I love it, make me into a fucking bitch!" screamed Kelly in unholy lust as her voice deepened and fake tan spread over her body.  Long pink nails lengthened from her finger tips as her smokey eyes opened to survey the room and she cackled in glee as the mask bonded fully to her face and the seam vanished to leave her permanently corrupted.

"Ahhhh, that feels so much better... I can't believe I nearly destroyed the mask. The power is all mine now and I love it."

Kane was picking himself up and looking at Kelly in admiration as she stretched her body and laughed wickedly.

"Holy shit, you're even hotter than your Momma was," he marvelled, admiring at how slutty the mask had made the once innocent daughter.  "You look kinda like her though, I doubt anyone could tell you apart now."

"You better believe it stud," giggled Kelly as she looked at herself in a mirror in admiration.  "I'm fucking wet already at the thought of all the bitchy shit I can do now.  If I assume my Mom's place no one will ever know.  All her money and influence can be mine.  Just so long as we keep the real Linda sedated at the hospital, I can have everything she had and more."

"And why would I wanna help you steal your Momma's life?" asked Kane.

"Oh... I think you know why," giggled Kelly.  "Why don't you bring that big black cock over here and I'll show you what I can do."

Kelly was in heaven as her new lover began to fuck her tight MILF body and make her cum harder than she ever had before.  The mask was on her face, making her feel like such a whore and she never wanted to go back to being her old self.  She would be more careful than her Mother and avoid any little accidents and with Kane's help, she would ensure Linda lived out the rest of her life in a comfortable coma in hospital.

"Ohhh yeah, fuck that tight pussy baby, your big dick feels sooooooo good inside me."

Mommy's mask was all hers now and she was going to enjoy living life as a bimbo.

THE END

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