Alternate Ram

I'd been impatient with being her apprentice and had wanted power fast - but she'd decided to teach me a lesson in humility and force me to be a pathetic weak disappointment like her other daughter till I learned that she was still in control.

After a year of patiently proving to her I could be trusted, she finally agreed to return my essence and let me reassume my rightful place as a spoiled rich popular bitch and her true heir.

"Go to my walk-in wardrobe and find the white fur coat at the back. It contains your popular essence. Put it on and you'll be back to being your old self in no time dear."

I raced up the stairs, my heart pounding in excitement - then saw to my horror the wardrobe door was open. I dashed inside to see Clarabelle excitedly sliding a beautiful white fur coat from its hanger and starting to slide her arm inside.

She'd overheard what Mom said to me from the top of the stairs and now SHE was trying to steal my power.

I snarled and leaping forward we began to fight over the coat. I'd once been a toned gym bunny who could easily overwhelm my pathetic sister- but my change into a nerd had left me weak.

And Clarabelle fought dirty. Balling her hand into a fist she punched me hard in the stomach knocking the wind out of me. She slid an arm deeper into the coat and laughed as it emerged longer and with sharp manicured nails. I rushed her, but she caught me nimbly round the neck with her new hand and with its enhanced strength tossed me like a rag doll into the corner.

"Nice try sis, but you lose. Now let's see what happens when I put this on fully."

Clarabelle moaned and gasped in pleasure as she slid her other arm inside the coat and drew it around her body. I watched paralysed in horror as she transformed.

My weak nerdy sister gasped as her messy frizzy brown hair straightened and lengthened - blonde streaks running through the silky strands as it became a light platinum blonde. Her glasses morphed into a designer pair of sunglasses which she put to one side as her bones cracked and her body popped.

She aged slightly, becoming my equal as he she grew an inch taller than me and stretched her new strong lithe limbs. There was not even a trace of baby fat left on her body now and her ass was a plump ripe peach as she wiggled appreciatively.

Her small tiny tits swelled up, inflating the front of her sweater with perfect round D-cups as she adopted a confident and sassy posture.

Grabbing a mirror from my Mom's wardrobe - she purred in satisfaction as she regarded her new features. Plucked eyebrows, full pouty lips and gorgeous blue eyes.

"Like what do you think of the new me... loser?" sneered Clarabelle in a bratty rich girls voice as she looked at me and laughed. "How does it feel to be the sister of Belle Grey - the most popular girl around?"

Belle?

My dorky sister was entirely gone, fed fat on my bitchy energy. She was the Princess now and I was the loser. I felt tears run down my face.

"Mommmmm!" I bawled.

"Stop your snivelling," came a laugh from the door. "If you are too weak to even stop your sister stealing your power, then you are not worthy to be my apprentice. Welcome Belle. You are my new heir."

"Thank you Monmy," giggled Belle tossing back her blonde hair and sighing in satisfaction. "I've dreamed of this day for so long..."

***

I learned later that the effects were permanent... unless my Mom chose to drain Belle like she had me.

But why would she do that?

My Mom was clearly pleased with her new daughter. Belle was soon leader of her own clique and dating a hot guy. Her power grew as she learned Mom's magic and I cursed the impatience that had doomed me.

I would never stop trying to find a way to get back my lost essence... but I was beginning to fear that Belle's transformation was going to be... fur-ever.

So it was a surprise to find the package waiting for her one morning, a heavy box from her late Aunt Vivian’s estate. Aunt Vivian had been the family outlier. A glamorous socialite who’d married into old money, dripping in luxury and excess. Emily had only met her a handful of times, but she remembered the woman’s sharp tongue and the way she commanded rooms like a queen.

Inside the box was a note from the executor, “To my only niece Emily, my prized mink fur coat. May it bring out the queen in you.”

Emily wrinkled her nose as she pulled out the coat. It was exquisite, soft, glossy mink fur in a midnight black, lined with silk, and tailored to perfection. But to Emily, it was barbaric.

“Fur? In this day and age?” She muttered, her vegan principles flaring up. With a huff, she shoved it into the back of her tiny closet, burying it under a pile of old sweaters, promising to herself that she would donate it.

However as the weeks blurred into months and her work load tripled, she never got around to actually fishing it back out of the closet. Though her mind occasionally remembered it, especially as fall gave way to a brutal winter.

The campus was hit with record lows, and to make matters worse, the ancient heating system in Emily’s dorm crapped out during a snowstorm. Maintenance promised fixes “soon,” but “soon” turned into days of shivering under thin blankets. Emily’s fingers went numb typing essays, and she couldn’t focus on her studies with the cold seeping into her bones.

One particularly frigid night, desperate for relief, she rummaged through her closet. Her hand brushed against the soft fur. She hesitated, biting her lip.

“Just for tonight.” She whispered to herself, pulling it out. The coat was heavier than she remembered, enveloping her like a luxurious hug as she slipped it on over her pajamas. Warmth spread through her immediately, the fur trapping heat like nothing else. She sighed in reluctant bliss, sinking back onto her bed.

As she lay there, the coat’s opulence started to play tricks on her mind. Aunt Vivian’s image flashed before her, poised, ruthless, always getting her way. Emily jokingly imagined herself in that role. Not the shy bookworm, but a stunning heiress, dripping in diamonds, with long, silky hair and curves that turned heads. In her fantasy, she was wicked, spoiled rotten, striding through high society like a predator.

“Get out of my way, you pathetic little nobody.” She murmured aloud, testing the words, her voice low and sultry. She let a little nervous giggle escape her lips at act she was playing but deep down, the fantasy thrilled her. Men fawned, women envied, and anyone who crossed her was crushed. “I said now, you incompetent fool!” She snapped to an imaginary waiter, flicking her wrist as she pictured claiming the best table in a glittering restaurant.

The fantasy grew vivid, her heart racing. She imagined lounging in a penthouse, barking orders. “Do you know who I am? I get what I want, always.” She said aloud, smirking at her reflection in the dark window.

Heat built between her legs, unrelated to the coat’s warmth. Her hand slipped under her waistband, fingers teasing her clit as the images intensified. She gasped, circling slowly, picturing the heiress version of herself on silk sheets, a handsome but obedient man on his knees before her.

“Pleasure me, you worthless worm.” She whispered, her voice dripping with venom, the cruelty of it sending shivers of pleasure through her as she imagined the man’s tongue doing the work her fingers were now doing.

As her pleasure mounted, something strange happened. A tingle spread from her core, radiating outward like electricity. Her skin prickled under the fur, and her body began to shift. Her frizzy hair smoothed, lengthening into glossy platinum waves.

“What… oh god!” She cried out, pleasure mingling with confusion as strands curled around her face. Her vision blurred, then sharpened. Her eyes reshaping into piercing emerald green orbs. “Is this… the coat? Should I stop?” She whimpered, fingers faltering.

But the fantasy gripped her, making her slip further. “Kneel, or I’ll ruin you!” She imagined snarling at a rival, and the power of it was too intoxicating. “No… I shouldn’t… but I want… I need… more!” She moaned, fingers plunging deeper, embracing the rush.

She cried out louder as her modest breasts swelled, buttons popping free from her pajama top. “Yes! Oh fuck, yes!” She gasped, the sensation of her chest ripening into full, perky D-cups sending jolts of ecstasy through her.

Confusion turned to eagerness. She craved the power, the beauty. “Give me everything!” She demanded aloud, hips flaring into an hourglass curve. Her waist cinched, skin smoothing to flawless porcelain, freckles fading.

“Make me perfect!” She cried, voice huskier, lips plumping into a sultry pout. Her height stretched, legs toning into elegant limbs. “Make me a goddess!” She screamed, fingers moving frantically as pleasure and transformation intertwined.

The transformation fueled her arousal, a feedback loop of ecstasy. She arched her back, the fur coat now fitting like it was made for her. Her cries echoed in the dorm. “Yes! Transform me!” She moaned as waves of orgasm crashed over her, body convulsing while the changes locked in, even her pyjamas caught in the dark magic, transforming into some expensive lingerie.

Panting, Emily sat up, licking her fingers dry, savouring the taste of herself. She stood before the mirror, admiring the stranger staring back. Beautiful, wicked, unstoppable.

“Look at me.” She purred, tightening the fur coat around her tiny waist. As she adjusted the collar, her hands slipped into the deep pockets, brushing against something crisp. Frowning, she pulled out a cream colored envelope, sealed with a wax stamp and marked in elegant script, ‘Fur You’.

Her lips curled into a smirk as she read the letter inside.

My Darling Emily,

If you’re reading this, you’ve donned the coat and felt its dark magic. You’re no longer the timid worthless girl I barely knew. You’re a queen now and a queen requires only the best. My fortune is yours. My estate, my millions, properties, jewels, all of it, now belongs to you. Use it as I did, selfishly.

Yours in power,

Vivian

Emily’s breath caught, a wicked laugh escaping her lips. “Oh, Vivian, you absolute evil genius.” She clutched the letter, her mind racing with possibilities. Penthouse suites, private jets, entire empires at her feet.

“The world is mine.” With a sly smile, she plotted her first conquest, ready to trample anyone in her way, ready to become the heiress of her fantasies.

Sneaking up the stairs, Mallory was aware of every door creak and every footstep she made. Each one felt like she was hitting a giant cacophonous gong. Finally she reached her destination of Vivian's room and slipped in.

The room was expectedly elegant with a four poster bed and modern sleek furniture abound. She headed straight to the closet, hoping against hope that either Vivian or Valentina's coat were inside but finding a sight much worse.

The walk-in closet housed many expensive and luxiourous pieces of clothing, shoes and jewelry but what was most impressive and most alarming to Mallory was the wall that contained a plethora of fur coats hanging up.

Each one was labeled with a word. Bitch. Gold Digger. MILF. The labels went on. They meant something Mallory just knew it. Before she could ponder further she suddenly heard voices from downstairs and they were getting louder.

Mallory closed the doors to the walk-in just enough to allow her to spy through. Her heart pounded in her chest as the voices grew closer and a chill went down her spine as she recognised them.

"I told you already no! You have enough." Vivian said as she burst into her bedroom, rolling her eyes as Valentina strode in behind her, a vision of bitchy perfection.

“You’re being ridiculous, mother.” Valentina sneered, her voice echoing through the opulent bedroom. “We have the power to turn every girl on this campus into one of us. We could have an army. Why settle for this?!”

Mallory’s eyes widened as she peeked through the small slit in the door. Vivian stood with her arms crossed, her expression a mixture of annoyance and disdain.

“You have enough, Valentina.” Vivian snapped, her voice cutting like a knife. “You’ve turned the sorority into your personal queendom, fucked every man on campus, blackmailed every professor to ensure your future. When will enough be enough?”

Valentina whirled around, her crimson lips curling into a sneer. “Enough? You think this is enough? We could rule this city, this world, if you weren’t so afraid to take risks. You’re pathetic. I should be wearing that coat not you.”

Vivian’s eyes narrowed, and she raised her hand sharply. As she did, Mallory watched as Valentina’s coat suddenly tightened around her, constricting like a living thing. It seemed to be following Vivian's hand. Vivian started to squeeze her hand and Valentina gasped, her hands clawing at the fur as it squeezed the air from her lungs.

“You forget who gave you that power and who can take it away.” Vivian said coldly as Valentina collapsed onto the nearby bed, unconscious. Vivian sighed, running a hand through her daughters platinum hair. “I never should have given you the ‘Ruthless Brat’ coat. You’re too much to handle.”

Vivian approached the bed and began to peel the coat off Valentina’s limp body. The fur seemed to resist at first, clinging to Valentina like it didn’t want to let go, but Vivian was relentless. Once the coat was off, Vivian held it up, her expression unreadable.

Then, to Mallory’s shock, Vivian pressed the coat against her own, and the two furs seemed to merge, the coat dissolving into Vivian’s like it was being absorbed. Vivian groaned softly, her body shuddering as if the act gave her pleasure. It was only then that Valentina’s body rippled and changed back to Tina.

"Now what should we give you instead? I still need you to be a bitchy princess but can't have you trying to replace me now can I?" Vivian said thinking out loud. "Let's see what I have on hand."

Vivian made a turn towards the closet so fast that Mallory didn't have time to react. As Vivian threw open the doors, Mallory tumbled backwards into the closet. Vivian eyes narrowed as she recognized the intruder.

“Mallory.” Vivian said, her voice dripping with disdain. “Don't you ever give up? Even with the bitchiness of my daughter cranked up to the maximum you are still trying to ‘save’ her. Well, I think it’s time we put an end to you.”

Mallory scrambled to her feet, backing away as Vivian approached. The older woman groaned softly, her coat shimmering as another fur began to form. This one was neon blue, more ragged and cheap looking but still seemed to give off the air of power that the others did too.

It was in that moment that it became clear to Mallory what was happening. Vivian hadn't purchased or found these coats, she had made them, or more accurately her coat had. The coat she wore was some sort of 'Queen' coat that could control and create the others, like drones in a hive. If Mallory wanted to end the evil, she had to get that coat. However Vivian now held a new coat for Mallory. One that read 'Hooker' on the label.

“This will suit you perfectly.” Vivian said, her voice low and hypnotic. “Go on, take it. You know you want to.”

Mallory felt a strange pull, a compulsion to reach out and take the coat. It was beautiful, alluring, and it whispered promises of pleasure, power, and freedom from worry. Her hand trembled as she reached for it.

"Yesss that's it. I have some gentlemen who will pay me good money to fuck a whore like the one you’d become. Then I can finally mould Tina into the devoted daughter she needs to be without your interference." Vivian smirked waiting for Mallory to take it. But hearing Tina's name seemed to break something for Mallory, it seemed to re-anchor her to the task at hand.

Mallory seized the moment of clarity and lunged forward, knocking Vivian off balance and sending her sprawling to the ground outside of the closet. Mallory didn’t hesitate and grabbed Vivian’s coat and yanked it off her, the fur slipping free with surprising ease. So much so in fact that she fell backwards onto the ground.

Vivian gasped, her eyes wide with shock as she scrambled to her feet. “You little bitch!”

Mallory managed to get to her feet and to the closet doors just in time to slam them in Vivian's face. She quickly turned the lock and backed away panting while holding the coat. Vivian meanwhile slammed on the doors.

“Mallory.” Vivian’s voice called through the door, sweet and mocking. “You can’t hide forever. Open the door, and maybe I’ll go easy on you.”

Mallory’s grip tightened on Vivian’s coat as she tried to think of a plan. She was trapped, but she wasn’t giving up. Not yet.

“Go to hell, Vivian!” Mallory shouted back, her voice trembling but defiant.

Mallory stood in the closet, her back pressed against the wall as Vivian's frantic pounding echoed in front of her. The Queen Coat lay draped over her arm, its dark fur shimmering with an unnatural glow. A voice in her head, soft, seductive, and impossible to ignore, suddenly appeared.

“Put me on, Mallory. She can't take what she won't have. You know you want to.”

Her heart raced as she stared at the coat, her fingers trembling where they gripped the luxurious fur. She could feel its power radiating through her, a low hum that seemed to vibrate in her very bones.

"No! I can't! I won't! This ends today!" Mallory said suddenly defiant as she started throwing open drawers, looking for something, anything to destroy the coat. That's when she hit pay dirt. A pair of scissors. Taking them out she slid their open mouth around a sleeve of the coat.

"What a shame to waste the opportunity I'm giving you. Why do you think I slid so easily off of Vivian? I wanted you to take me. I wanted you to wear me." The coat purred giving Mallory pause.

"Me? Why?" Mallory asked curious.

"Because Valentina was right. Vivian is weak, she is happy to control her little part of the world but I'm not. I want it all. That's why when she made Valentina's coat I made sure it was infused with ambition, with a hunger. She was going to be my new host. But I can sense ruthless ambition and a hunger for power in you already. You were made to lead." The coat explained. Mallory's grip on the scissors lessened.

"No... no I'm not." Mallory said.

"Of course you are. Tina had always looked up to you, followed you. She was always a follower and look what I was able to do to her. She challenged her mother and nearly won. Imagine what we could do together... Valerie." The coat said with a darkly honeyed purr that was hard for Mallory to ignore.

What was even harder to ignore was the name of Valerie now swirling around her head. It conjured images of a drop dead gorgeous woman who turned heads wherever she went. Who's mere existence demanded attention. Who's power would be unmatched. It made Mallory soaking wet.

The temptation was overwhelming, and despite every rational thought screaming at her to stop, she couldn’t help but slip one hand into the coat’s sleeve.

The moment her skin touched the fur, a jolt of pleasure shot through her, so intense it made her gasp. Her knees buckled, and she leaned against the wall for support, her breath coming in shallow pants. She pulled her hand out, her eyes widening as she saw the transformation. Her nails were no longer short and bitten, they were long, glossy, and perfectly manicured, painted a deep, seductive red.

“Oh my god.” Mallory whispered, her voice trembling. She flexed her fingers, admiring the way the light caught on her new nails. They were beautiful. They were dangerous.

“Go on.” The coat purred, its voice curling around her thoughts like smoke. “Touch yourself. I can read your thoughts now. I know it’s what you want to do. Enjoy yourself.”

Mallory hesitated, her cheeks flushing with shame, but the coat’s influence was too strong to resist. Slowly, almost against her will, her hand drifted down, slipping beneath the waistband of her jeans. Her breath hitched as her fingers brushed against her pussy, the pleasure immediate and overwhelming. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before, electric, intoxicating, and utterly addictive.

“Yessss.” She hissed, her voice low and throaty. Her hips rocked against her hand as the pleasure built, her body responding eagerly to the coat’s dark influence. As she touched herself, she felt the changes begin. Her lips grew fuller, plumper, a dark pink color spreading across them as if painted by an invisible hand. Her breasts swelled, filling out her bra until it felt tight, constricting. She moaned, her head falling back as the sensations overwhelmed her.

“That’s it.” The coat murmured, its voice dripping with approval. “This is just a taste. Now, put your other arm in. Let the transformation complete.”

Mallory’s free hand trembled as she reached for the coat’s other sleeve. She knew she shouldn’t. She knew this was wrong. She knew there would be no turning back. But the pleasure, the power, the sheer need coursing through her was too much to resist. She didn’t want to resist any longer. With a shaky breath, she slid her arm into the sleeve.

The moment her hand emerged from the other end, the changes intensified. Her breasts grew even larger, spilling out of her bra and straining against the fabric of her shirt. Her hair, once messy, brunette and unkempt, became sleek, blonde and shiny, falling in perfectly straight around her shoulders.

Sexy, smoky makeup appeared on her face, accentuating her eyes and making her look like a sultry temptress. Her clothes shifted and melted away, replaced by a black plunging jumpsuit cinched at the waist with a gold-buckled belt and thigh-high black boots.

Mallory gasped, her hands running over her transformed body. She felt incredible. Powerful, sexy, and utterly in control. The coat’s influence wrapped around her mind, whispering promises of dominance, pleasure, and endless possibilities.

“I feel… amazing.” She murmured, her voice sultry and confident. She turned to the mirror, her breath catching as she saw her reflection. The girl staring back at her was unrecognizable, a bombshell, a goddess, a queen. Valerie.

“You are amazing!” The coat replied, its voice filled with dark satisfaction. “We’re going to do so many wicked things together… Queen Valerie.”

Valerie's new lips curved into a smirk, her eyes gleaming with newfound confidence. “Mmm Queen? That sounds perfect... for now.” She said as she ran her hands over her body, savoring the way the jumpsuit clung to her curves, the way her breasts heaved with every breath. She felt unstoppable.

In the bedroom, Vivian's pounding on the door had stopped. She could feel the shift in the air, the dark energy radiating from the closet. Her heart raced as she realized what was happening. She felt her skin start to sag, her hair start to wilt and her skin start to blemish.

“Mallory!” She shouted, her voice desperate. “There’s still time to take it off and give it to me! All will be forgiven! You can even keep Tina the way she was.”

But the new queen didn’t respond. She was too lost in the coat’s power, too consumed by the pleasure and the transformation. She stepped away from the closet mirror, her hips swaying with every step, and unlocked the closet door.

When she stepped out, Vivian's eyes widened in shock. Mallory looked like a completely different person, beautiful, dangerous, and utterly captivating. The Queen Coat looking perfectly natural on her new body, its fur shimmering with dark energy.

“Mallory…” Vivian whispered, her voice trembling.

Valerie rolled her eyes and looked at her with seething distain. “It’s Valerie now you dumb bitch. My god you’re hideous without this delicious power. I can’t wait to do what you were too weak to do.”

Vivian’s eyes flashed with anger, but there was a flicker of fear behind them. “You little brat! Who the hell do you think you are?”

Before Valerie could respond, a voice cut through the tension. “She’s the queen.”

Vivian turned to see Valentina standing behind her. She was fully awake now and despite looking like Tina again, she had a wicked smile across her face. Vivian was so distracted by Tina’s sudden appearance that she failed to noticed that her step daughter had slipped the 'Hooker' coat onto her shoulders.

Vivian gasped, her hands flying up to remove the coat, but it was too late. The fur clung to her, its dark energy seeping into her skin. She stumbled back, her eyes wide with panic as the transformation began.

“No! Take it off! Take it off!” Vivian screamed, her voice rising in desperation.

But Valerie and Valentina only watched, their smirks mirroring each other’s as Vivian’s body began to change. Her once elegant figure became exaggerated, her curves overtly sexualized. Her dark black hair lightened to an almost blinding shade of blonde, and her makeup became garish, her lips a glossy pink. Her expression shifted from defiance to a vacant, seductive stare, her intelligence and cunning stripped away.

Tina laughed, a cruel, delighted sound. Valerie stepped closer, tilting her head as she examined Vivian’s new form. “Oh, she’s perfect. Just another pawn in our game. Isn’t that right, Vivian?”

Vivian, or what was left of her, giggled mindlessly, her voice high-pitched and airy. “Whatever you say, girls. Just tell me what you want me to do, I'll tell you how much it’ll cost.”

Valerie and Tina exchanged a look, their smirks widening. “Oh, we’ll think of something.” Valerie said, her tone dripping with malice. “Why don't you head downstairs for now?”

Vivian shrugged and wobbled off in her big heels.

Tina turned to Valerie and looked her up and down. "Looking good babe. Can't say I'm not jealous." She said looking disappointedly at her own returned form.

"Yes you really do look a state right now. But don't worry hun, I'm not going to leave you wanting." Valerie smirked back while channeling her new power into creating a new coat that emerged from her own in seconds. She handed the luxurious and pristine white coat to Tina who turned it over and read the label.

"Princess Valentina?" She said with glee in her voice as she slipped it on. She moaned loudly as the coat not only returned her to her previous perfection but even improved upon it. "Well if you're the Queen then that would make me your-"

"Daughter. I've always looked after you like a mother my darling, now I'm just making it official." Valerie said grinning at her. "Well official when your father comes home and I convince him to have me."

"Well I'm sure you'll have no problem doing that. I’m sure you’ll even have fun doing it... mommy. Mmm it does sound right." Valentina said with a wicked smile. "But what next?"

Valerie looked into the closet. "Well I see a lot of empty space in there that needs filling, don't you agree?"

"Absoultely mommy, and I have so many girls who are need of a change." Valentina replied.

"Well we shouldn't keep them waiting now should we?" Valerie smiled as she let her eyes roll back as she started to form new coats.

Meanwhile downstairs Vivian was sitting on the bottom step of the stairs filling her nails when the door opened and Valentina's father Frank walked in. The sight of the new Vivian made him drop his briefcase.

"V-Vivian? Is that you?" He stammered. She looked up at him, chewing her gum obnoxiously. Her eyes drank him in as if for the first time. She blew a bubble and let it pop before saying, "I can be whoever you want me to be sugar."

Valentina lounged on the plush leather couch in the president’s bedroom of the sorority house she had expertly taken over. Her long, golden legs draped over the armrest. Her nails, painted a glossy black, tapped idly against her phone as she scrolled through a stream of admiring messages from guys on campus. She smirked, her crimson lips curling in satisfaction. 

The quarterback of the football team, a tall, muscular Adonis named Chad, knelt between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs as he eagerly attended to her. His tongue worked with practiced precision, and Valentina let out a low, throaty laugh, her head tilting back as she reveled in the sensation.

“Mmm, good boy.” She purred, running her fingers through his hair. “You’re better at this than I expected. Maybe I’ll keep you around a little longer.”

Chad groaned in response, his hands tightening on her thighs. Valentina’s smirk widened. She loved this, the power, the control, the way she could reduce someone so strong and confident to a whimpering mess with just a look or a word. It was intoxicating.

Chad was just one of a long line of guys she had managed to enthral in the past week. Valentina had lost count of how many she’d slept with. It was more than she had in her entire life before the transformation. She had always been too shy, too insecure, to even consider pursuing anyone. But now? Now, she could have anyone she wanted, and she made sure they knew it. She toyed with them, seduced them, and discarded them without a second thought. They were all simply things to be conquered. 

Speaking of conquests, her greatest so far had been the complete take over of the Delta Phi sorority. There was of course the more popular Alphas but Valentina wanted to see how much she could corrupt the more friendly and welcoming sorority. The girls had been hesitant at first, but Valentina’s newfound charisma and ruthlessness had quickly won them over. Although a constant stream of corrupted fur coats had made them even more devoted to her.

Now, the sorority was hers, and the girls followed her every command like obedient little minions. They now dressed like her, acted like her and because of her they were now THE sorority to be apart of.

But perhaps the most satisfying part of her new life was the way she now treated Mallory. Her former best friend had tried to reach out to her, to “save” her, but Valentina had shut her down at every turn. She had humiliated Mallory in front of the entire sorority, mocking her for her “pathetic attempts at friendship” and her “naive little heart.” The memory of Mallory’s tear-streaked face as she fled the sorority house still brought a smile to Valentina’s lips. It was delicious.

“You’re such a delightfully evil bitch.” Valentina murmured to herself as she admired herself in her phones reflection, her voice dripping with self-satisfaction. “And you love it.”

Chad looked up at her, his eyes wide and pleading. “Val, please… can I have a turn?”

She raised an eyebrow, her smirk turning cruel. “A turn? You think you deserve a turn? Oh, sweetie, you’re lucky I’m even letting you touch me.” She pushed him away with her foot, her expression cold. “Now get out. I’m bored.”

Chad hesitated, his face flushing with humiliation, but one sharp look from Valentina sent him scrambling to his feet. He grabbed his shirt and hurried out of the room, leaving Valentina alone with her thoughts.

She stood, stretching languidly, and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling mirror that dominated one wall of her bedroom. She admired her reflection, her eyes tracing the curves of her body, the flawless perfection of her face. She was a goddess, and she knew it.

And yet there was a growing desire in her for more. More power. More sex. More control.

Her phone buzzed, and she glanced at the screen. It was a message from her mother.

“Darling, did you take another coat from my closet?”

Valentina rolled her eyes, but a small smile played on her lips. Vivian had been her mentor, her guide into this new world of power and privilege, but Valentina was no longer content to be in her shadow. She was ready to step into the spotlight, to claim her place as the true queen.

“Oh, don’t worry, Mommy.” Valentina murmured, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “We’ll talk soon.”

The door to Valentina’s bedroom swung open abruptly, interrupting her reverie. In strode her senior sorority sisters, their fur coats swishing dramatically with each step. The room seemed to shrink under their collective presence, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume and entitlement.

At the center of the group, being pushed forward by the sisters, was a new pledge, a girl who looked utterly out of place among the polished, predatory women surrounding her. She was hunched over, her eyes downcast, her plain clothes a stark contrast to the luxurious furs draped over the others.

Valentina’s gaze snapped to the girl, her lips curling into a sneer. “What is.. this?” She drawled, her voice dripping with disdain as she stepped closer, her heels clicking sharply against the hardwood floor. The pledge flinched under her scrutiny, her hands clutching the hem of her sweater nervously.

“Val, this is Emily.” Said Cassandra, the tall blonde who served as Valentina’s second-in-command. She wore a white fur coat that made her look angelic but in reality she was closer to being a demon. Her smirk was razor-sharp as she nudged the trembling girl forward. “We think she’s ready for the… initiation.”

Beside Cassandra stood Bianca, a statuesque blonde with icy blue eyes with a penchant for stirring up drama. So appropriately enough she wore a red coat. Both of them watched with predatory interest as Valentina circled Emily like a shark.

“Ready? This?” Valentina let out a derisive laugh, her pale red lips parting to reveal perfectly white teeth. “Look at her. She’s a mess. Ugly. Fat. Pathetic.” Each word was a dagger, and Emily visibly shrank under the weight of Valentina’s cruelty.

The sisters chuckled, their laughter cold and unfeeling. They knew this was Valentina’s ritual. Bianca flipped her hair over her shoulder, her voice dripping with faux sympathy. “Poor thing. She doesn’t even know how to stand up straight.”

Cassandra snickered, her green eyes gleaming with malice. “Maybe we should just send her back. She’s not Delta Phi material.”

Valentina stopped in front of Emily, tilting her head as if studying a particularly unappealing piece of art. “But.” She said, her tone shifting to one of mock magnanimity. “Even the ugliest ducklings can be turned into swans. Lucky for you, I’m here to fix you.”

She turned on her heel and strode to her closet, flinging the doors open with a dramatic flourish. Inside, rows of empty hangers hung with one lone fur coat remaining. “Damn it.” She muttered under her breath. “I’m down to my last coat. I guess I really will have to visit Mother soon.”

Her fingers brushed against the coat, a sleek, black and grey fur with a label that read ‘Beta Bitch’ in bold, glittering letters. She pulled it from the hanger, holding it up to the light as if inspecting it for flaws. Satisfied, she turned back to Emily, who was still standing frozen in the center of the room.

“Come here.” Valentina commanded, her voice sharp and unyielding. Emily hesitated for a moment before shuffling forward, her eyes wide with fear and something else, hope, perhaps, though it was buried deep. Valentina draped the coat over Emily’s shoulders, her movements almost tender, though her expression remained cold.

The effect was immediate. The moment the coat settled on Emily’s shoulders, a visible transformation began. Her posture straightened, her chin lifting as if pulled by an invisible string.

Her flat chest burst out to give her gravity defying tits. Her lips grew in size as if stung by a bee and her whole waist tightened in, her previous weight being a distant memory.

The coat tightened around her clothes and she moaned in pleasure as she felt the coat transform her baggy sweater and uncool jeans. With a dramatic flourish akin to the one she had seen Valentina perform just moments ago, she flung the ends of the coat out to reveal her new lacey and revealing lingerie underneath.

The sisters gasped, their eyes widening in awe. Cassandra let out a low whistle, while Bianca murmured. “Well, damn.”

Cassandra clapped her hands together, her grin wicked. “Now that’s a Delta Phi girl.”

Valentina stepped back, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips as she watched the metamorphosis. Emily, the new sister of the fur, sat down on the plush sofa and shook out her new sleek hair, to give her queen at better look at her work. As much as Emily adored the attention from her sisters, there was only one opinion she desired now.

“Thanks, babes.” She purred, her voice low and sultry. “Do you approve?”

Valentina walked back and forth, examining Emily as if she were a piece she had sculpted. Examining her and passing judgment until finally she stopped and looked at her sisters.

“Welcome Mila to the house ladies.” Valentina said with a triumphant smile. The two girls quickly crowded around their new member and laid the praise on thick.

“OMG Mila is such a hawt name.” Cassandra said.

“I am so jealous of those lips.” Bianca complimented.

“And that waist? Perfection.” Cassandra added.

“You think the guys are going to like me?” Mila asked as she vainly took in her reflection.

“Like you? Hun they’re going to worship you. Might even give Val a run for her money.” Bianca replied with a cheeky grin.

Valentina’s smirk widened. “She better not.” She said, her tone playful but laced with warning. “Now, all of you get out of here and go find someone to fuck or fuck over.”

The girls all nodded, their expressions one of absolute devotion. Cassandra slung an arm around Mila’s shoulders, already whispering instructions into her ear. Bianca and Delilah flanked her, their laughter ringing out as they led her away.

As the sisters filed out of the room, chattering excitedly about their newest member, Valentina returned to her mirror. She studied her reflection, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes gleaming with ambition. She was unstoppable, a queen in every sense of the word. And with every new sister she created, her empire grew stronger.

“Valentina.” She whispered to herself, her voice a mix of pride and menace. “Queen Valentina. Now that does sound better but to achieve that I'll have to take down poor old mommy.”

Her laughter echoed through the room, cold and triumphant, as she texted Vivian that she was coming over. The world was hers for the taking, and she had no intention of stopping until she had it all.

Although neither of them knew it, Mallory was also on her way to the mansion, to end the tyranny once and for all.

Before Mallory could respond, a sharp, icy voice cut through the air. “Oh, how touching. The little loser and her equally pathetic friend.”

Tina’s stepmother, Vivian, stood at the top of the grand staircase, her perfectly manicured nails resting on the railing. She was dressed, as always, in a lush fur coat. Beneath it she wore a sleek, black body suit that hugged her figure, her raven black hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of silk. Her lips, painted a pale red, curled into a sneer as she descended the stairs.

“Why are you always so mean to Tina, she's your daughter!” Mallory said standing up for her best friend.

Vivian’s eyes gleamed with malice as she reached the bottom of the stairs. In her arms, she carried a fur coat. It was almost identical to the one she wore, only not as long. The air around it seemed to hum with a dark energy, and Tina felt an inexplicable pull toward it, as if it were calling to her.

“Her? My daughter? I don't think so. Not yet anyway.” Vivian purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “I've tried to break her down so I could rebuild her in my image but you were always there to pick up the pieces of her fragile mind and cobble her back together again like the annoying gnat that you are."

"Come on Tina, we don't have to take this." Mallory said grabbing Tina's hand. Mallory started to walk away but Tina wouldn't budge, her eyes locked on the fur coat.

"Oh I'm afraid Tina is much to busy fantasizing about putting on this coat aren't you dear?" Vivian said with a smirk that sent a shiver down Mallory's spine. "She's imaging how hawt and mean she would be with it on, how much everyone would fear and love her."

"What the hell are you talking about you maniac?" Mallory said as she tried to unroot Tina from her spot.

"Right now Tina is feeling the same pull that I felt years ago when I got my magical fur coat." Vivian said almost wistful. "Oh it was wonderful. It stripped away the loser I was, the bookish librarian I used to be and remade me as this perfect goddess. Once Tina puts this on, one I specially made for her, she'll finally be the daughter I deserve. Go ahead my dear, take it."

Tina’s eyes drank in the coat with desire. It was true, she was imagining herself walking around the college campus with an entourage of vapid bitches who hung on her every word. She would snap her perfectly manicured fingers and they would do whatever she asked.

At night she would bed only the most attractive men, assuming their bank account was equally as impressive. It was an intoxicating fantasy and one that was hard to deny. And yet in the background of her imagination was Mallory, shouting at her, urging her to destroy the coat. Her eyes widened, and she took a step back. “I… I don’t want it.”

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous. Of course you want it.” Vivian snapped, her tone hardening. “You’ve always been weak, Tina. Pathetic. But this? This will fix you. It will make you better.”

Mallory stepped forward, her eyes blazing with defiance. “Leave her alone! She doesn’t need your twisted idea of ‘better.’ She’s perfect just the way she is.”

Vivian’s lips twisted into a cruel smile. “Perfect? Look at her. She’s a mess. A nobody. But with this coat, she’ll finally be worthy of the life I’ve given her. Beautiful. Powerful. Untouchable. Put it on.”

“Tina, don’t.” Mallory pleaded, squeezing her friend’s hand. “Fight it. You’re stronger than this.”

For a moment, Tina hesitated. She could feel the coat’s pull, but Mallory’s voice grounded her. She shook her head, taking a deep breath. “No. I won’t do it. I won't become like you!”

Vivian’s smile vanished, replaced by a look of pure fury. “Fine. If you won’t do it willingly, I’ll do it for you.”

Before Tina could react, Vivian lunged forward, pushing Mallory to the floor and shoving the coat onto Tina. Tina gasped as the fur wrapped around her, clinging to her body like a second skin. A wave of warmth spread through her, followed by an intense, almost overwhelming pleasure. She moaned, her knees growing weak as the changes began.

Tina’s body began to shift, her modest curves swelling as her breasts grew larger and fuller. She clutched at her chest, her eyes wide with shock. “Oh, what’s happening to me?” She groaned, her voice trembling. “This… this feels so… mmmm good.”

The warmth intensified, spreading through Tina’s limbs like liquid fire. Her lips plumped, turning a seductive pink, and her hair lengthened, transforming into sleek, platinum locks that cascaded down her back. She ran her fingers through her new hair, her initial fear giving way to curiosity. “Mmm, yesss perfect bratty blonde hair.” She purred, a small smile playing on her lips. “I could get used to this!”

"It's only the beginning my dear." Vivian smirked in satisfaction.

Mallory’s voice trembled as she stepped closer, her hands outstretched as if to try and pull the coat off Tina. “Tina, no! Take it off! This isn’t you!”

But Tina barely heard her. Her waist cinched in, her hips flaring out, and her skin took on a soft, sun-kissed glow. She turned to the nearest mirror, her breath catching as she saw her reflection. The girl staring back at her was unrecognizable. Stunning, yes, but with a cold, calculating edge to her beauty.

“Oh fuck yes!” Tina whispered, her voice tinged with bratty confidence. “I'm gorgeous.” She ran her hands over her new body, her initial hesitation melting away. “Don’t stop! Make me more of a bitch! This is what I’ve always wanted. This is what I've always deserved!”

Mallory turned to Vivian, her voice rising in desperation. “You’re turning her into a monster! Stop this!”

Vivian’s laugh was sharp and dismissive. “A monster? No, dear. I’m turning her into a queen. Just like me. She’ll see. She’ll understand.”

As Tina admired herself, a deeper change began to take hold of her mind. The shy awkwardness that had once defined her started to fade, replaced by a growing sense of superiority. She felt her baggy shirt and old denim jeans morph into a figure hugging crop top with a sleek black leather pair of pants.

Tina's nails grew long, painted a glossy pink, and her eyes sparkled bright blue, taking on a predatory glint. She felt a surge of power coursing through her veins, intoxicating and irresistible. The last remnants of Tina’s goodness vanished, replaced by a cold, calculating narcissism.

"Mmmmm now that's more like it. What a fucking loser I used to be." Tina said with a look of disgust remembering her former self. This look then naturally transferred in the direction of Mallory as Tina's once-warm eyes became cold and dismissive.

“Ugh why are you still here?” Tina asked, her tone sharp.

Mallory’s eyes filled with tears. “Tina, please! This isn’t you! Fight it!”

But Tina only laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. “Fight it? Why would I fight this? I’m finally who I was meant to be. Beautiful. Powerful. Untouchable.”

Vivian clapped her hands together, her smile triumphant. “Oh, darling, you’re perfect. Just like me.”

Tina turned to her stepmother, her smirk widening. “You’re right, Mommy. I am better now. I’m Valentina. And you?” She glanced at Mallory, her sneer deepening. “You’re nothing.”

“Get out bitch.” Valentina snapped, her tone final. “Before I make you.”

Mallory stumbled back, her heart breaking as she realized her best friend was gone. She turned and fled, tears streaming down her face.

Vivian wrapped an arm around Valentina’s shoulders, her smile triumphant. “Now you’re truly my daughter. You’re going to love the new you.”

Valentina laughed, a cold, cruel sound that echoed through the mansion. She didn’t need Mallory. She didn’t need anyone but her mother and her coat. She was perfect now. And nothing, and no one, would ever stand in her way again.

The school had been a calm and friendly place before Ethel began her games. There wasn't much bullying and even the popular kids and the nerds mostly got on. Isabelle, who was one of Ethel's friends, could be a little bossy and overbearing though. She was probably the closest thing they had to a bitch at the school. She would be perfect.

Ethel had tempted her to try on the fur coat knowing full well what it would do. The fur would transform Isabelle, making her far worse than she already was. It would make her a total bitch.

It wasn't hard to tempt her. Isabelle was hungry for the power something like this could give her. She was ripe for corruption and besides, Ethel didn't warn her. She told Isabelle she'd found the coat at the back of a wardrobe and thought it would look good on her friend.

Slipping it on, Isabelle was instantly enraptured.

"Oh gosh... this coat feels, mmmmmh kind of good," moaned Isabelle as she wrapped it tight around her and felt a strange heat.

Ethel smirked as she saw Isabelle's fingernails creeping longer in length into slutty white claws. Her friends hair began to manifest gold streaks and as she walked in her new coat her stride got longer as she got taller.

"How do you feel? Powerful?" goaded Ethel.

"Yes... Yes I do feel powerful. I feel like a fucking bitch and I LOVE it," growled Isabelle sexily as her lips twisted into a wicked grin. "Mmmmh yes! I'm changing! I'm becoming a fucking Goddesss. OH FUCK YES!"

Isabelle's chest suddenly exploded outward and she screamed in pleasure as her body popped and swelled into a new busty configuration. She now had big tits and a perfect ass. Cruel pink lips curved into a wicked smile as platinum blonde hair fell down her back and she became a glamorous and self-entitled bitch.

"Wow, you're definitely the Alpha girl round here now," sighed Ethel pretending to be jealous. "You should take control of the school Isabelle."

"Oh I will, don't you worry," sneered the transformed girl. "But call me Bella. That loser Isabelle is dead."

She pushed past Ethel and strode away.

***

As Ethel had predicted a vicious power struggle now erupted. Bella used her new beauty and charisma to seize control and start dividing the school into the haves and have nots.

Cliques began to form, bullying increased and Bella ruthlessly destroyed anyone who got in her way.

She was obviously enjoying her new power but to her surprise resistance began to form. Bella's cruelty caused the nerds to resist. Two sides had soon formed and Bella found herself hated and despised by more and more at the school.

"If only someone could get rid of Bella, if only there was a way to stop her," went the cry.

Ethel knew how to stop her.

One day as Bella was doing her makeup in the washroom a dozen girls surrounded her and ripped the fur coat from her body.

Picking up the coat Ethel smiled as she regarded the girls and smiled.

"Remember our deal. I will wear the coat and I WILL bully you all, but I will never be as bad as her. With me life will be hard, but you all know how bad it could be. Don't worry - I'll also make her suffer."

Ethel slid on the coat and moaned in pleasure as the power transfered to her. As her tits grew and her nails lengthened she felt herself become even more devious and manipulative. She laughed as she saw Bella turn back into Isabelle and weep at how weak she now was.

Some people would always resist, but thanks to the steps she'd taken to make herself appear the schools saviour Ethel had eliminated any opposition to her rule. These nerds and losers would never stand up to her now, knowing how bad things had been under Bella.

Manipulating all these fools had been easy, now she was a dominant Alpha bitch it would be even easier.

Ethel was such a loser name. She was a cold hearted, manipulative genius who enjoyed puppeting people like they were toys. She needed something more appropriate.

Evie smirked as she finished her transformation and shook out her blonde hair.

Yes... this would do nicely...

As they waited inside the bathroom stalls, they finally heard the door creak open. Mel and Gina exchanged a tense glance, their breaths shallow as they pressed themselves against the cold, tiled walls.

The soft click of Kayla's heels echoed through the empty bathroom, each step a reminder of their impending confrontation. Mel clenched her fists, steeling herself for what was to come.

Kayla approached the mirror, oblivious to the girls hiding just a few feet away. She adjusted the fur coat around her shoulders, its luxurious fabric shimmering under the fluorescent lights.

"Now," Gina yelled, causing Mel to slam open her door. Mel ran at Kayla who easily side stepped her without taking her eyes off her reflection.

“Oh please, don’t be so pathetic, you could never ruin my perfection.” Kayla sneered. Mel stumbled back, her cheeks burning with humiliation. Kayla finished applying a layer of lipstick and turned to face Mel.

“I don’t know what you thought you’d achieve with your little stunt loser but it’ll be a distant memory when me and my girls get through with you. They’ll be here any minute.” Kayla smirked stalking up to Mel.

However as Kayla was focused on Mel she didn’t hear the door to another stall open as Gina crept out and silently approached from behind, a determined glint in her eye. With a swift motion Gina knocked Kayla out with a heavy metal trash can.

Mel's eyes widened in shock. “What did you do?” She exclaimed, her voice trembling, thinking Kayla could be dead. But Gina didn’t respond. She’s was already crouched over Kayla, hands deftly sliding the coat off her unconscious body.

“Taking back what’s mine!” Gina replied, a wild, almost manic look on her face.

As the fur coat slipped away, something incredible happened. Kayla’s elegant features began to change. Her once perfect, shiny hair lost its luster, becoming dull and frizzy. Her flawless skin broke out in pimples, and her magnificent tits shrunk into tiny A cups. Within moments, Kayla had transformed into a nerdy, unremarkable girl, her previous beauty and allure entirely gone.

Mel gasped, unable to believe her eyes. “It’s true. The coat really does have power!”

“Of course it’s real, you moron.” Gina said suddenly, her tone cold and superior. “But it’s mine! This poser stole it from me and you’ve helped me get it back!” Gina giggled evilly as she slipped into the coat, the luxurious fur enveloping her.

Mel watched in horror as Gina began to transform. Her features sharpened and her hair grew shinier, blonder, cascading in perfect waves. Her clothes shrunk and became more fashionable under the coat, grafting onto her new slimmer form. Her posture straightened, and a cruel, confident smile spread across her face. She become even more striking and beautiful than Kayla.

As Gina’s transformation completed, Mel’s mind flooded with memories, fragments of the past she had somehow forgotten. Kayla was actually a girl named Kay, and she’s wasn’t their bully. She was Mel’s best friend, it was Gina who was the bully, but everyone knew her as….

“No,” Mel whispered, the realization hitting her like a punch to the gut. “Regina...”

Kay, now transformed back to her true self, stirred on the floor, groaning softly. Mel rushed to her side, helping her sit up. “Kay, are you okay?”

“Mmmm I feel reality shifting back to normal finally! Too long have I been stuck as the bullied loser she made me be. Now that I have my coat back, I’m unstoppable. I have my nasty friends, my hot boyfriend and my rich parents. And there’s nothing you can do about it.” Regina laughed, the sound chilling in its malevolence.

“We’ll see about that.” Mel said rising from the ground and running at Regina.

Mel tackled Regina against the wall, her adrenaline surging. They grapple fiercely, but Regina's new athletic body made her too strong and agile. With a swift movement, she slipped out of Mel’s grasp.

“Ugh, you're getting your loser germs all over my gorgeous coat.” Regina sneered. “I was going to bully you less for helping me get my property back, but I’ll just have to make you my prime victim instead.” She laughed, a cruel sound that filled Mel with rage.

Fuelled by anger, Mel pushed Regina with all her might. Regina stumbled backwards, tripping over Kay who was still on the ground. Mel instinctively reached out to grab Regina, her hand catching the lapel of the open coat causing Regina to slip out of the coat. She tumbled onto the ground, landing heavily on top of Kay.

Mel stood there, the coat now in her hands. It felt almost alive, the fur soft and warm against her skin. She suddenly heard a tempting voice whispering in her head, promising power, beauty, and the ability to stand up to anyone. The desire was almost irresistible.

“Give that back, Mel! You don’t know what you’re doing!” Regina said her eyes wide with panic.

But Mel couldn’t hear a thing except for the voice inside her head as the coat throbbed in her hands.

“Put me on Mel, I can make you ever more beautiful than they were, even more powerful, even more-” The voice began.

“Evil? No chance. I won’t do that to my friends!” Mel said in her head steadfast.

“Friends? Look at those two on the ground. They didn’t hesitate to bully you. Do you think they wouldn't hesitate to put me on and do it again? Isn't it Mel's turn be the bully? To be the bitch? To be Melanie!” The voice purred.

Mel looked down at Kay and Regina, both disheveled and vulnerable. A sudden feeling of superiority bubbled up inside her. In both realities she was always the one to endure the bullying, to stand on the sidelines. Now, with the coat’s power in her grasp, she had the chance to finally be the one in control.

“Maybe you’re right…” Mel murmured, her resolve weakening. The idea of having power over those who had tormented her was intoxicating. She could make them pay, make them feel the way she had felt for so long.

Regina’s eyes widen in fear as she saw the telltale shift in Mel’s expression. “Mel, don’t do it,” she pleaded, her voice trembling. “You don’t know what it’s like. It will change you.”

But the voice in Mel’s head drowned out Regina’s words. “They deserve what comes next,” it whispered seductively. “You deserve to give it to them. Put me on.”

For a moment, Mel hesitated. But then, the promise of power became too much to resist. As Mel slipped her arms into the coat, she immediately felt a surge of energy coursing through her body. Throwing her head back, she felt wave after wave of pleasure course through her body.

The first change she felt was her hair. It lengthened, cascading down her back in glossy, perfectly straightened locks that shimmered in the light. The dull brown transformed into a dark mane of black hair, each strand glistening as if freshly conditioned.

“Oh fuck yesss! Make me a slutty bad bitch!” She moaned.

Next, her lips began to tingle. They plumped up, becoming fuller and more defined, with a natural rosy hue that made them look like they’d just been touched with the perfect shade of lipstick. A subtle, sweet taste lingered on them, as if she had just applied an expensive lip balm.

“Mmmm these lips will look so hawt wrapped around my boyfriend’s cock.” She giggled as she felt reality shift to gift her with Kayla/Regina’s boyfriend Adam.

Mel’s face started to shift as well. Her skin smoothed out, becoming flawless and radiant. Makeup appeared as if by magic, her eyelashes grew longer and thicker, perfectly curled and coated with mascara.

Her chest tingled and swelled, her modest boobs growing in size to become mouth watering tits. Next to change were her clothes. Her simple jeans became slick and black to match her hair. Her t-shirt morphed into a stylish, form-fitting top that barely contained her new boobs. The fabric was luxurious, feeling cool and smooth against her skin.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! I’ve always wanted big juicy tits and I’m going to use these to get whatever I want.” She said in a new bratty tone.

Her nails extended and reshaped, becoming perfectly manicured with a glossy finish. They looked like they’d just been done at a high-end salon, each one flawless and uniform.

Finally, a sense of overwhelming confidence and superiority washed over her. She stood taller, her posture perfect, exuding an air of power and arrogance that she had never felt before. Mel was no longer the timid girl she once was, the coat had transformed her into a vision of beauty and strength, ready to take on anyone who stood in her way. She had become Melanie.

Melanie primped herself in the mirror, her fingers running through her newly transformed hair. She admired the flawless makeup, the perfect lips, and the luxurious outfit. With a smirk, she pulled out her phone and took a selfie, reveling in her new appearance. The rush of narcissism was intoxicating, and she couldn’t get enough of her reflection.

Meanwhile, Kay leaned close to Gina and whispered, “Look, we both know she doesn’t deserve the coat. Let’s overpower her and take it. We can decide later which one of us gets it. Agreed?”

Gina nodded, a determined look in her eyes. The two girls stood up, ready to confront their old punching bag. But Melanie, now imbued with the coat’s heightened senses, heard their plotting. She turned to them, her sneer full of disdain.

“I heard you, idiot,” Melanie snapped. “You two morons can try and take MY beautiful coat from me, but you’re going to fail.”

Her voice dripped with contempt, and she squared her shoulders, ready to defend her newfound power. Kay and Gina exchanged a glance, readying themselves for the confrontation.

That's when the bathroom door swung open. A group of bully girls entered, their presence filling the room with an air of menace. They had once been Kayla’s gang, and before that, Regina’s, but the coat had warped reality so that their new queen bee was, and always had been, Melanie.

“Hey babe, you were taking a while, so we thought we’d check on you. These dorks bothering you?” One girl asked, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at Kay and Gina not remembering either of them as her former leader.

Melanie’s triumphant smirk widened. She put her hands on her hips, radiating confidence. “They were trying to, but they forgot that I’m the queen bitch around here, didn’t they, girls?”

The gang of bully girls nodded eagerly, their loyalty to Melanie unquestionable. They formed a protective semi-circle around her, their expressions mirroring her disdain for Kay and Gina.

Kay and Gina exchanged nervous glances, realizing that their chances of overpowering Melanie had just plummeted. Along with beauty, Melanie now also had the social power and backing that came with the coat. The reality-bending magic had made her the undisputed leader of the pack.

“Give them a shower girls.” Melanie said with a click of her fingers and her betas jumped to action quickly grabbing Gina and Kay. As the gang of girls lifted Gina and Kay into the open stalls readying to flush, Melanie meanwhile turned on her $500 heels preparing to leave. Losers like Gina and Kay were beneath her time, especially when she had a new life to live.

However before she left she took one last fleeting look back at the sight of her new friends dunking her old ones in the toilet and smiled darkly to herself, it felt good to be so bad.

That evening Erin found herself in a plain black dress standing in the luxurious hallway of the mansion. As guests arrived she would take their coats and hang them in the large purpose built cloakroom near the entrance.

As more and more guests arrived, Erin found herself growing jealous of the rich successful people she was seeing. Her own family were poor. She was a scholarship student and had had to work hard for every opportunity. Skinny, plain and shy - she was a million miles away from the beautiful confident bitches who thrust their clothing into her arms without a second thought.

In the cloakroom Erin carefully hung the coats and gave each person a ticket. Eventually a lull developed. Most of the guests were now here and she idly browsed on her phone and sent Millie a selfie.

Bored she purveyed her small kingdom and suddenly realised there were a number of unticketed coats that had been there before she arrived.

They looked like expensive fur coats. They were rich and bitchy looking. Like something a spoiled instagram model or sorority Queen would wear.

Intrigued Erin slid one off a hook. It was a dark grey, super stylish coat and it looked made to fit her. Her fingers bit into the soft fur and evil whispers began to echo in her mind.

Erin groaned and shivering in delight she slid the coat on. It was like it had been waiting for her and it felt like she was putting on a new skin. A better skin.

Erin moaned as her short bitten nails lengthened into an expensive manicure and her plain features shimmered with new makeup. A bitchy blonde streak shot through her hair as her bones cracked and she shot up in height to become tall and thin.

Her plain black dress plunged down to show off her expanding cleavage as it morphed into a designer dress and she was pushed up in expensive black heels.

"Mmmmmh ohhh fuck yessssss," she hissed in a bratty new voice, tossing back her silky hair and standing more confidently with her hands on her Dior belt.

A spoiled sneer appeared on Erin's pefect pink lips as gold bangles encircled her wrist, gold hoops dropped from her ears and an expensive handbag trailed down from her shoulder.

Pushing a pair of Chanel sunglasses onto her now blonde head, Erin giggled like a bitch and clopped out of the cloakroom. This job was beneath her now.

A woman walking down the corridor raised a quizzical eyebrow. "Where's the cloakroom girl gone?"

"Like how the fuck should I know?" sneered Erin. "That fucking little loser seems to have vanished. Too bad huh? Guess you'll have to find your own coat."

Grabbing a glass of champagne from the welcome table, she gave the woman a fake smile and strolled into the party. Ohhhh it felt so good to be a bitch.

Somehow the coat had transformed her. Shy unconfident Erin was gone. She was a bitch now and she loved how it felt.

She felt a hunger for attention as all eyes were drawn to her. Tonight was going to be A LOT of fun.

She entered the party and felt the hungry gaze of every man, married or unmarried fixate on her.

If there was a feeling even better than an orgasm... she had just found it...

******

Erin admired herself in the window of a passing car as she made her way home from the party, her head spinning. She looked amazing. As the night had progressed - her transformation into an evil rich bitch had accelerated and she could still feel herself transforming, even now. It seemed she could only get even more evil and she loved it.

The longer she wore the fur coat, the more it changed her. Erin's hair had become even blonder, her face even prettier. Wealth and privilege now dripped from every pore of her spoiled bitchy body. Long acrylic nails decorated every finger, flawless blue eyes gazed boredly out of a pretty face with long lashes. The fur coat was now white... having transformed to match her white wedge heels.

"I'm a fucking Goddess," she hissed as she tossed back her hair. She had always wanted to look like this, feel like this.

Tonight at the party she had been the centre of attention and it had felt good. She looked down at her phone and the contact numbers of the rich men who had begged to be her sugar daddy. With this new body and attitude she would be able to get whatever she wanted.

Her lips twitched into a cruel smile. She could travel the world, enjoy private jets and expensive cruise ships. She certainly wouldn't be wasting time with that loser Maisy.

A wicked shiver ran through her and she felt herself get wet at the thought of bullying and dominating her former friend. She wanted to lord it over that pathetic little bitch... to show Maisy what a loser she was. Her breasts tingled and her pussy got wet.

Being bad made her feel good.

The coat seemed to reward her evil thoughts. Her face became even prettier her boobs grew another cup size. Being evil would be rewarded. She was an addict to the power now.

"I want more," she hissed. "I want to destroy the old me and become completely corrupted. I need it."

The coat felt warm, comforting. It numbed her guilt, her remorse. It made her feel nothing but pleasure at her new depraved body and malicious mind. She was eager to go even deeper. Her pace increased.

It didn't take long to get home. Reaching the small dorm she shared with Maisy she flung open the door and stormed in.

Her friend was lying on the sofa, her face was a mask of shock. "E...Erin? Wh... how? Is that really you?"

Erin laughed and grabbing Maisy's hair pulled her viciously off the sofa and hurled her onto the floor. Maisy screamed, her hair burning as the other woman stood over her dominantly.

"Ahhhhhh what are you doing?" screamed the terrified Maisy as her former friend brought a foot down and pinned her to the floor like a bug.

"Stop squirming you pathetic little loser. From now on I'm in charge here. You'll do as I say or... do you remember that essay you cheated on by copying my work? I'll tell the university about it and you'll be finished."

"Noooo, you promised you'd never tell..."

"I promised a lot of things," hissed Erin. "It feels good to break those promises and just do what I want. I'm all that matters you see."

Erin laughed as she summoned up saliva and spat a long slow stream out onto Maisy's face. The other girl cried. How humiliating... how funny.

"Stop snivelling loser. Move your worthless stuff out of our room. From now on you sleep on the sofa out here and I get the room to myself. And you better get used to calling me Mistress Erin."

"Y...Yes Mistress," sobbed Maisy.

*****

The next six weeks were hellish for Maisy. Erin had completely changed. The kind and friendly girl was now a mean, vicious, psychotic rich-bitch.

She had their dorm ripped apart and rebuilt to suit her tastes and she bullied and humiliated Maisy every chance she got.

Worse, she was now raking money in from her rich doners and she took every possible moment to taunt and tease Maisy about her upcoming travels.

"Remember how we wanted to see the world. Well I will still get to, but you can stay here you pathetic little bitch. You don't deserve to travel and see the world. You don't deserve anything but to be my footstool."

Maisy was desperately trying to figure out what had happened to make her friend so evil. It had all changed the night Erin had worked the cloak rooms and she had come back wearing a fur coat. She always seemed to be wearing the coat. When she took it off for the briefest times - she seemed less bitchy, more like her old self.

Maybe the coat had something to do with it? Maisy decided if she could destroy the coat, maybe she could get her friend back. First she just had to get it off her.

It would be dangerous. Erin was now much stronger, faster and more violent then she used to be. If Maisy failed, her friend would be sure to punish her.

She just needed the right opportunity.

Erin currently had her scrubbing the floors of the bathroom and doing all the cleaning. Maisy was busy scrubbing the floors with a soapy bucket of water as the Queen Bitch entered.

"Having fun loser?" scoffed Erin. "It's so much fun watching you slave away for me."

With a sudden scream, Maisy unexpectedly flew at her, a thick heavy soapy sponge smashing into Erin's face. The bitch staggered back blinded as Maisy dashed behind her and tugged the fur coat down enough to pin Erin's arms in place.

She roughly pushed Erin forward and down, trying to grab the coat and pull it off.

It all seemed too easy and it nearly worked. But Erin wasn't about to give in that easy. With a snarl she kicked back, knocking one of Maisy's legs loose and then pushing back she crashed Maisy into a wall knocking the air out of her.

Struggling to pull the fur coat back up and free her arms, Erin lashed her head back and reverse head-butted Maisy making her head spin. She resolutely held onto the coat though, knowing this was her only chance.

Erin struggled and fought like a wild thing but she couldn't shake Maisy off. Then changing tactic she shrugged off the coat causing Maisy to fly back and crash into a wall still holding the coat.

Coatless, Erin growled. Now free she could deal with this loser and then put her fur coat back on.

"You think you can stop me Maisy? I'm gonna have to break you in even harder now. By the time I'm done, you'll never oppose me again."

Maisy was trapped. She had no way to destroy the coat and no way past Erin. In moments her friend would have the coat back in her possession and she would probably never get another chance ever again.

She did the only thing she could think of. She put on the fur coat herself.

Erin's sulky mouth opened wide in a shocked expression. "What... no... NOOOOO!"

*BOOM*

The air vibrated and shook. Erin doubled up like she had been punched in the stomach and with a WHOOSH all of the evil power was sucked out of her body. She went limp like a rag doll and collapsed to the floor. She was no longer beautiful, her hair was now brunette again, her fingernails short and stubby and her face plain and anxious.

Maisy struggled to rip off the fur coat before it was too late, but her arms felt heavy and a delicious feeling thrilled through her as the evil power exiting Erin flowed back into the coat.

Her skin tingled and she felt herself begin to transform. She fought it for a moment... then surrendered.

Yessssss. Why not just give into it? It was her turn to be the bitch, her turn to have the power. Erin was going to suffer for all the humiliation she had put Maisy through.

"Yessssss, transform me," she groaned as the coat fit snugly on her body and her mind was warped and transformed into the most evil possible version of herself.

All that was good, kind and innocent about Maisy was reversed and subverted. She was becoming just as corrupt as Erin had once been.

Her hair turned blonde and pink bitchy lips twisted into a pouting sneer. Long nails shot from her fingers and her stance changed as her clothing altered and she was pushed up on six inch stiletto boots.

Walking over to the shivering Erin, who was going through the worst withdrawal imaginable, Maisy looked down with cold cruel eyes and reaching down cruelly grabbed the other girls hair and yanked her head up.

"I'm the Mistress now loser," she hissed in delight. "Now I'm going to break you just as you wanted to break me. I'm going to turn you into my whimpering pussy slave - so broken that you can't even imagine betraying me and wearing the coat ever again. You're nothing now Erin and soon you'll be even less."

Erin sobbed as she looked into Maisy's cold eyes and knew every word was the truth.

She was doomed

***

Landing down in New York, Maisy watched her servants packing her luggage into her expensive car.

She had enjoyed travelling the world and living her dreams... visiting the fashion capitals of the world had been fun.

Now back in the USA she would spend a bit of time here in New York before heading back home.

She smiled at the thought of Erin, plugged and obedient waiting for her back home. Tonight she would take a couple of male lovers to pleasure her, but tomorrow when she got back she had put time aside to play with her favourite toy.

She wondered if Erin was looking forward to it as much as she was...?

Kate had been eager to get started on her course work for the year that she came in a day early to prep but was rudely interrupted by her Cory her ex boyfriend who she had been dodging calls from all summer.

“Please Kate! I did this for you! I know you were against this plan from the start but you have to help me finish it now, it will change you life!” Cory pleaded with her while holding the length of hair extensions he had stolen from Tanya, the biggest bitch in school.

“I didn’t want you to do this! Even if I believed that you were right, that Tanya got her confidence, her meanness, her power from her hair extensions, why would I ever want that?” Kate said finally stopping to face him.

“Because she’s been your bully for years and if you can take that power from her then you can finally stand up to her.” Cory said with no ounce of insincerity.

Kate wasn’t buying it though, she knew he just got off on this ‘corruption fetish’. She had caught him one day jacking off to posts online from some woman called ‘Evie’. Each story had someone go from a loser into a slutty mean bitch like Tanya. Even now she could see his crotch twitch.

It was why they broke up. Cory got it into his mind that because Tanya wore extensions that they were somehow the source of her ‘bitchiness’. The whole thing was absurd to Kate and the stories she had read were filthy. She wished he would listen to her. That’s when it hit her. All of Evie’s stories that she had read had the men subservient to the women so if she could ‘transform’ then maybe she could tell him to leave her alone for good.

“Fine! Give me that stupid thing!” Kate said annoyed as Cory handed her the hair and then handed her a bag.

“Wait what’s all this?” She asked about the bag.

“Well I figured once you change you’ll want to be in something more Tanya’s style, so inside is a dress, jewelry, makeup, and shoes.” He said with a sick grin. Kate rolled her eyes.

“Fine but stay here, I’m getting changed in the bathroom.” She said and he looked sad that he wouldn’t see the transformation first hand.

Entering the bathroom she emptied the bag onto the counter and saw with disgust the tight slutty clothes he had chosen. Sighing she just made peace with what she was about to do, once she had this done she could move on with her life.

Stripping off her baggy clothes she poured herself into the slick leather pants and tight white top. Both surprisingly fit her well. She had never considered herself to be the same size as Tanya but then again she was used to dressing as if it was perpetual winter. Even her boobs looked pretty good in the top, it helped that she had developed early but hid them from the world.

Eyeing the jewelry next, she put on the hoop earrings and the necklace. She thought she would feel weighed down by it all, but it all felt remarkably light on her body. The necklace even drew the eye to her cleavage, as if by design.

Next she stepped into the high heel shoes which were bigger than anything she was used to. Taking her first few steps she felt unsteady but after about a minute she was a natural. She thought to herself that her years wearing soccer cleats must be helping her adapt quickly.

Her most daunting task were the fake nails and makeup. She hated makeup with a passion but she needed to do this so picked up the makeup brush and began applying a soft foundation. It reminded her of art class which she loved and imagined her face as a canvas. She gave herself a smoky eye, a bold lip, sharp eyebrows. She was actually impressed by it all. Her lips looked fuller, her blue eyes more piercing.

Snapping on the long fake nails was a breeze too. She never understood before how girls could do anything with their nails so long but as she took out her phone to take a quick selfie of her finished self she found the clicky clack of the nails against her phone screen strangely satisfying.

However before she took the picture she realized she was missing one thing, the main thing that this was all about. The hair. Picking up the long extensions, Kate was thankful that her and Tanya had the same shade of colour otherwise it would look odd.

Clipping it on, she quickly found it was hard to find where her own hair ended and the extensions began. Running her hand through it she couldn’t find the seam, it all felt the same.

According to all the filthy stories she had read this was the moment where the ‘evil’ part of her would take over or Tanya’s soul would corrupt hers. Instead she just broke out into a laugh. She couldn’t believe Cory actually believed this would do anything. When she had broken up with him she had been crest fallen about it but now she was glad she had.

“What a loser.” She muttered to herself as she stroked her hair. She did have to admit she felt kind of empowered being in the get up. As if she were like a super hero who transformed into their costume. Although she was dressed more like a baddie in every sense of the word. Now she just had to act the part.

Closing her eyes she remembered back to the Evie stories she had read and tried to channel the girls in them. She thought about Tanya and her walk, her posture, her sneer. If she was going to get Cory to stop bothering her for good she needed to be convincing.

Opening her eyes she put a hand on her hip and stared at her reflection with the same contempt she has seen in Tanya’s face a thousand times, like she had smelt something rotten. The makeup helped make her expression cold and cruel.

“You think you can just walk around here dressed like a bargain bin reject and not get bullied, haha you’re pathetic.” Kate said with pitch perfect bitchy tone followed by an evil grin that curled up naturally.

“You’re the new girl here so you don’t yet understand that I rule this place. I’m the queen bee. I’m the head bitch. I’m Kate…” she began to say but her own name felt weird. Kate wasn’t the name of a bullying bitch, it belonged to a kind and sporty girl who kept to herself. No she needed a new name for her new persona.

When the name came to her she knew she was ready. Taking one last look at herself, she gave herself a wink and strutted out of the bathroom.

The first thing Cory heard was the clip clop of her heels and so was drawn to looking at her feet first. His eyes travelled up her body and every inch closer to the top he found himself get harder. By the time he got to her face he was pitching a tent.

“Eww do you have a boner you creep?” Kate said in her fake bitchy tone but the disgust was all hers. She couldn’t believe she ever dated him.

“I’m sorry Kate you just look like, my god…” he said his mouth agape. Kate knew she needed to turn on the haughty superiority, someone like Tanya wouldn’t stand for this.

“Kate? Who the fuck is Kate? I’m Kayleigh and why are you even talking to me loser?” She snarled at him. He seemed to shrink in her presence, a fact that made Kayleigh strangely proud.

“I-I’m sorry Ka-Kayleigh I d-didn’t mean anything by…” he started but Kayleigh just rolled her eyes.

“D-d-d-dipshit. God you’re pathetic. Is this what the school has in terms of men? Don’t you ever bother me again you hear me? Now scram loser before I give you something to really stutter about.” Kayleigh said glaring at Cory who froze for a moment before running off down the hall. Kayleigh watched as he tried to hide his erection from her.

“Phew that outta do it.” She thought and dropped her bitchy stance, letting her shoulders slump. However what she heard next sent a shiver through her body.

“Impressive what you did to that little weasel.” Said a voice behind her that she knew belonged to Tanya. Reasserting her mean girl stance, Kate pivoted around to see Tanya leaning against a doorway.

This couldn’t have gone south quicker, Kate thought, here she was standing feet away from her bully, wearing her clothes, jewelry, makeup and shoes. Tanya strutted over to her like a predator. Inside Kate braced herself but Tanya stopped just in front of her.

“You know I caught him stealing from me recently? Glad someone made him realize what a twerp he is. Are you new here?” Tanya said eying Kate but seeing only Kayleigh. If Kate was going to get out of this unscathed she needed to continue to act like Kayleigh a little more.

“Yeah I am. Its Kayleigh. Daddy got a job here and we are scouting schools. I have to say that this one isn’t impressing me much.” Kayleigh said, the disgusted tone flowing effortlessly out of her mouth.

“Ugh tell me about it. I begged mommy and daddy to send me to Alpha prep but they wanted me to mingle with the ‘common’ kids.” Tanya said disdainfully.

“Alpha prep? Babe those uniforms would have looked bomb on your fabulous figure.” Kayleigh said flattering her enemy.

“Right? I had all these plans to modify it to make me the hottest bitch there but being queen of this dump does have its perks, like getting early access to test answers for the semester, otherwise I wouldn't be seen dead here on a weekend." Tanya said holding up a sheet of paper with various subjects listed.

“Totally. Being here on a Sunday is making my skin crawl.” Kayleigh sneered in a way that Tanya found familiar but enjoyable. She didn’t recognize her own sneer that Kayleigh was mimicking perfectly.

"Hey why don't you let me take you to the mall and I'll show you around the best stores and I can fill you in on all the juicy gossip. I can give you a better sense of this school than you can walking these dusty halls.” Tanya asked. This wasn’t what Kate had in mind, she knew this would just prolong her time as Kayleigh but she was finding herself not caring as much as she had before. A few hours of pretend wouldn’t kill her.

“Totes babe I was thinking the exact same thing.” Kayleigh said and Tanya practically grabbed her and locked arms with her.

“I’ll show you what fun two hotties like us can have. By the way I love your outfit, it’s totally my style.” Tanya smiled at her as she led Kayleigh out of the school away from her baggy clothes hidden in the bathroom, away from her identity as Kate.

That evening Erin found herself in a plain black dress standing in the luxurious hallway of the mansion. As guests arrived she would take their coats and hang them in the large purpose built cloakroom near the entrance.

As more and more guests arrived, Erin found herself growing jealous of the rich successful people she was seeing. Her own family were poor. She was a scholarship student and had had to work hard for every opportunity. Skinny, plain and shy - she was a million miles away from the beautiful confident bitches who thrust their clothing into her arms without a second thought.

In the cloakroom Erin carefully hung the coats and gave each person a ticket. Eventually a lull developed. Most of the guests were now here and she idly browsed on her phone and sent Millie a selfie.

Bored she purveyed her small kingdom and suddenly realised there were a number of unticketed coats that had been there before she arrived.

They looked like expensive fur coats. They were rich and bitchy looking. Like something a spoiled instagram model or sorority Queen would wear.

Intrigued Erin slid one off a hook. It was a dark grey, super stylish coat and it looked made to fit her. Her fingers bit into the soft fur and evil whispers began to echo in her mind.

Erin groaned and shivering in delight she slid the coat on. It was like it had been waiting for her and it felt like she was putting on a new skin. A better skin.

Erin moaned as her short bitten nails lengthened into an expensive manicure and her plain features shimmered with new makeup. A bitchy blonde streak shot through her hair as her bones cracked and she shot up in height to become tall and thin.

Her plain black dress plunged down to show off her expanding cleavage as it morphed into a designer dress and she was pushed up in expensive black heels.

"Mmmmmh ohhh fuck yessssss," she hissed in a bratty new voice, tossing back her silky hair and standing more confidently with her hands on her Dior belt.

A spoiled sneer appeared on Erin's pefect pink lips as gold bangles encircled her wrist, gold hoops dropped from her ears and an expensive handbag trailed down from her shoulder.

Pushing a pair of Chanel sunglasses onto her now blonde head, Erin giggled like a bitch and clopped out of the cloakroom. This job was beneath her now.

A woman walking down the corridor raised a quizzical eyebrow. "Where's the cloakroom girl gone?"

"Like how the fuck should I know?" sneered Erin. "That fucking little loser seems to have vanished. Too bad huh? Guess you'll have to find your own coat."

Grabbing a glass of champagne from the welcome table, she gave the woman a fake smile and strolled into the party. Ohhhh it felt so good to be a bitch.

Somehow the coat had transformed her. Shy unconfident Erin was gone. She was a bitch now and she loved how it felt.

She felt a hunger for attention as all eyes were drawn to her. Tonight was going to be A LOT of fun.

Alanah definitely deserved a little bit of TLC. Work was a killer at the moment. She worked for a charity that supported homeless people and some of the things she'd had to see recently were pretty harrowing. Her boyfriend always said she should get a better job that paid more, but Alanah liked to contribute to society and help others more than selfishly earn lots for herself.

As it went, Alanah was pretty humble and selfless most of the time so the job suited her. Unlike her boyfriend Max, she didn't like to be the centre of attention. She looked reasonably attractive, dressed nicely and lived a good life - but she was hardly going to make an impact on the world.

Such weighty thoughts were hardly on her mind as she picked up the remote and prepared to turn on the TV. A little bit of harmless distraction and fantasy would suit her perfectly tonight.

She pushed the buttons.

Nothing happened. The remote was dead.

Cursing, Alanah dragged herself to her feet and went into the kitchen to the drawer where they kept all the batteries. Rummaging inside she cursed again. There didn't seem to be any in the drawer.

No... wait. There in the corner of the drawer. Two corroded, rusted batteries with a pink shell casing were lurking at the back. As she touched them, the hairs on the back of Alanah's hands rose up and she felt a strange magnetic jolt pulse through her body, making her nipples harden in pleasure. She cradled the strange batteries in her hands feeling a compulsion to use them that overode her every sense.

Where had these strange batteries even come from? Why had they bothered to keep hold of two such obvious duds? It didn't make any sense.

The batteries were clearly of no use, but the sudden urge to try them was overwhelming. It was like the batteries WANTED to be used. Pulling out the old ones from the remote, she slowly slotted the corroded, pink batteries into the remote and clicked them into place.

Pink lightning engulfed the plastic remote and Alanah gasped in amazement. Luscious pink light crawled and sparked over the cheap plastic and it seemed to blur and transform before her eyes. She watched in amazement as the remote changed shape and colour, transformed by the batteries.

In moments a shiny silver chrome remote lay before her, with an entirely new set of buttons. How... how was this possible? Was this a trick?

Reaching out, she picked up the strange new remote and felt the same erotic jolt and throb of pleasure course through her body as when she had just held the batteries. She peered at the buttons in amazement.

They were now labelled with strange titles such as 'Age Control', 'Time-Freeze' and 'Rewind'.

Walking over to the mirror, Alanah shook her head gently. "I must be having a hallucination or something. This... this can't be real."

Pushing the age control button, she aimed the remote at a banana hanging from a hook on the cupboard next to her. Instantly it began to ripen and mature... then turn to black sludge and rot away. Pushing the button down in reverse, she watched as the processs reversed and then went further - the banana turning green and beginning to shrink back to a seed.

The remote now appeared to have powers over time. This was like something out of a science fiction program!

With this remote, she seemed able to control time. Seeing her 31 year old face reflected in the mirror, she suddenly paused and then hesitantly pointed the remote towards herself. What if...?

"Ohhhh fuck," groaned Alanah as she hit the de-aging button and she felt the power of the remote blast into her. Her skin tightened, her slightly saggy breasts firmed up, her buttocks tightened. Youth and vitality flowed into her and it felt so good. As she stopped pushing the button, the effect finally ended and an eighteen year old version of herself looked back in delight.

"This is incredible," she breathed. "I'm young again!"

Turning the remote over, Alanah popped open the battery panel and pulled out the corroded batteries. There was a flash of pink light and now once again she held the normal plastic TV remote in her hands.

She deserved to be young again. This was a gift that she was never going to reverse. Why shouldn't she have some extra life and vitality and be young and free again?

The remote was back to normal, but she wasn't. She was still young and full of vitality. The de-aging effect was obviously permanent until she used the remote again.

For a moment, she pondered putting the batteries back in and changing back immediately.

As she did so, she barely noticed that crackle of pink energy that briefly flared over her own body as she thought of reversing the effect and immediately decided not to.

The uncharacteristic feeling of selfishness felt good. She groaned and her nipples got even harder than they had earlier. She felt... good. Being selfish felt great!

"Hmmmm, these batteries are incredible. They changed the remote into an upgraded version of itself. I wonder what happens if I put them into other objects?"

Enjoying the feeling of her tight young body, Alanah whistled happily as she picked up one of Max's Xbox controllers. Sliding the batteries inside - she gasped as the same pink lightning engulfed that too and in moments the controller had changed.

It still had the same basic shape, but it was no longer for controlling video games. As she switched it on, Alanah saw the TV flicker into life. She was now looking at a birds eye view of her neighbourhood. Fascinated, she pushed the control sticks and flew over to Max's hotel where he was staying for his work conference.

Inside his room, Max was lying on the bed watching TV. Alanah giggled as she saw that she could select him like he was a character in a game. Menu's and options appeared and she saw that she could now adjust and change Max's mental attributes as well as pilot him remotely.

Pushing start, she grinned as she now realised she was in control of her arrogant boyfriend's mind.

A whisper in the back of her head seemed to tell her that she should get her revenge on her boyfriend for the way he always treated her. She hesitated. That seemed wrong.

On the bed Max groaned as the changes took place and his body posture changed. He now looked anxious and worried, no longer the confident business man but a scared little loser. Alanah liked seeing him squirm - this was fun... and horny.

Pink lightning crackled un-noticed over Alanah's body and she relaxed. No... it would be fun to manipulate and control her dumb boyfriend for a change.

An uncharacteristically bitchy grin spread over her lips as she began to decrease Max's confidence and intelligence. She could always put them back later, but let's how he liked being a dumb, subservient little simp.

Wait...

Alanah's panties were wet as she pushed the control up to make Max totally devoted and enslaved to her will. His obsession to please her and serve her would now be unstoppable.

When Max came back from his trip, he would be her subservient little toy. Her grin grew wider. What else could she make him do? Or who else could she transform?

Oh fuck, why did this feel so good?

What the fuck was she doing?

"Noooo what did I just do?" she sobbed, disgusted at herself. "Those batteries... they're... they're doing something to me. Something bad. I... I felt so fucking turned on when I began to dominate Max's mind. This isn't me, I'm not a bad person."

Her grin fading, Alanah felt a rising panic. She loved Max, he was her boyfriend and she'd just violated his mind and fucked up his personality. Looking down she saw a flash of pink electricity run across her hands and into her body and she suddenly realised she was being affected.

With a sudden sobbing gasp she turned over the controller and ripped out the batteries. Pink lightining flashed as she threw them across the room and they hit the wall.

Alanah took a deep breath to steady herself. "I have to destroy those batteries - but... but I need to reverse these changes first. Ohhh shit, why am I so horny?"

Looking down Alanah could see her pussy was soaking. She had been so turned on manipulating Max and her new eighteen year old body felt so good, she had never felt this turned on. Even now - disgusted by her actions - she also couldn't stop thinking how hot it had felt to control Max and have such Godlike power. Part of her wanted more.

Her nipples were errect and her body ached with desire. She had never felt so fucking turned on. Pink lightning crackled over her skin. She needed... mmmmmh... she needed release. No... she needed to deal with these evil batteries.

Crawling over to the batteries she carefully picked them up in her sweater, trying not to touch them. She had meant to go over to the Xbox controller with them, but instead she found her feet carrying herself up to her bedroom.

Alanah could barely think straight. The urgent heat in her loins needed to be dealt with. She could turn Max and herself back later. First - she needed to let off some steam. Urgently.

Ripping down her panties, she urgently slid her fingers into her wetness and began to hump herself like a nympho. It felt good... but not good enough. For some reason she needed more.

Opening her drawer, she pulled out her bullet vibrator and pushed the button. This would do it.

Nothing happened.

"Nooooo I need... I need it," groaned Alanah as she shook with lust. She had never needed anything so badly. Her fingers pumped in and out of her pussy, but the release she needed was lacking.

Her horny mind craved the vibrator. She needed to feel it pulsing against her clit. She NEEDED it.

Wrenching open the battery case she tossed the duds aside. Strange, she'd only changed them recently. She needed power and rapidly her eyes fell on the pink corroded batteries nestled in her sweater.

Yesssssss.

She knew this was a terrible idea, but it seemed so hot. The batteries had already made her do bad things, putting them in her vibrator was surely asking for trouble. Mmmmh but it was also such a deliciously naughty idea. She wanted to be good, but now she also wanted to be bad. The evil side of her was becoming stronger and she wanted to know how it felt to get even worse. She giggled as she wondered what the batteries would do to her tiny vibrator.

Picking them up, Alanah moaned as she pushed them in and let the pink lightning crackle over both her and the vibrator. Giving into the batteries, to the corrosion... it felt GOOD.

"Yessssssss," she hissed as her tiny vibrator began to swell and grow. In moments it had become a sleek chrome wand, with a new row of buttons on.

Slut mode. Bitch mode. Goddess mode.

Intrigued and desperate for release, Alanah pushed slut mode and the vibrator buzzed into life. Large and powerful, it hummed with obscene power as she brought it down between her legs and screamed in ecstasy.

"Yessssss!" she hissed as pink lightning crackled around her body and she humped the vibrator with a wild grin on her face. She could feel the corrosive power of the batteries throbbing into her body, changing her and corrupting her.

"YESSSS I LOVE IT!"

She screamed, quivering and shaking as pleasure stronger than anything she'd ever felt before pulsed through her.

Alanah's small breasts began to swell and grow and she moaned as she pushed the vibrator hard against her pussy. "Yessss make them BIGGER," she cried. She had always been jealous of girls with big breasts, now she would be the one to make others jealous.

Lightning crackled over her body, each surge bringing her closer to orgasm. Each throb and buzz of pink power was corrupting her, improving her, making her better.

"Yessss give it to meeeeeee!"

Her face became sluttier and prettier, her once innocent features now those of a porn star as her hair grew even blonder and her skin became softer. Her ass was now bigger and rounder, her waist slimmer but her hips wider. She had the body of a fuckdoll now and she liked it.

Being an 18 year old blonde slut felt good.

Alanah grabbed one of her now impressively large breasts and squeezed it in pleasure as she rode her vibrator. She felt so good, but she needed more.

She didn't want to be a slut. She wanted to be a bitch.

The vibrator had given her the perfect body but her mind didn't quite match. She was still a goody goody in part. She needed to go deeper.

Her thumb slid up the vibrator to the next setting.

"Noooo, I can't. If I push it... I'll become evil. This fucking thing will destroy my mind and turn me into a total bitch. Ohhh shit why does that sound so hot?"

If she could just cum, she could fight this terrible temptation, but she couldn't. The only way she could cum was if she became a bitch.

She thought about Max... how much she loved him, even if he often was an asshole. She thought about her job, about the homeless people who relied on her. She tried to fight it.

Mmmmmh but why fight it?

A slutty smiled spread over Alanah's face. Wouldn't it feel good to become a selfish, wicked bitch who never had to care about anyone but herself? It's not like she would ever regret this decision once she transformed.

This was her chance to have everything.

"Yesssss, make me into a fucking bitch," she groaned pushing the button for Bitch Mode.

The vibrator intensfied and throbbed even harder against her pussy and Alanah's eyes rolled up into her head as the orgasmic pleasure took her to a new plateau.

The pink lightning intensified around her body and she moaned and gurgled as it crackled into her brain.

She was being rewired... corroded and corrupted. All her decency and kindness was being rewired to cruel-ambiton, selfishness and pleasure.

"YESSSSSSSSS. Ughhhh make me mean, make me fucking evil! Turn me into a bitch!"

Alanah shook and moans came out of her mouth as her head rolled in pleasure. It felt so good to have her entire personality rewired.

She no longer felt any guilt about controlling Max and making him a simp. She loved dominating others and manipulating men. Lying, cheating, seducing, corrupting... these were the things that brought her pleasure. Along with expensive clothes, fine wines and hard nasty sex of course.

Her lips twisted into a cruel smile... a permanent resting bitch face. Cold blue eyes flickered with pleasure as the new bitch luxuriated in her superior personality and looked back at her old life with contempt.

Alanah... such a weak pathetic girl. Her lips curved into a malicious grin as she thought of all those pathetic homeless people who would no longer have any help now that stupid goody goody Alanah was no more. She was a new bitch now - she was Lana.

Lana stretched her body, pushing the vibrator harder against her pussy and sighing in contentment. She was all that mattered. Her tight perfect pussy couldn't take much more. Only one thing remained to do.

Lana pushed the button for Goddess Mode.

"Ohhhh fuck yesss, give it to me," she hissed. "Make me fucking cum and destroy every last ounce of goodness in this body. Finish my transformation into Goddess Lana.

The vibrator throbbed with unholy power and Lana arched her perfect body into the air. She screamed in lust, her angelic, yet evil features a mask of ecstasy as her pussy began to cum.

She squirted hard, juices blasting out as she screamed like a banshee. "OHHHH MY FUCKING GAWDDDD. YESSSSSSS!"

The batteries throbbed with power as they pumped energy into Lana... bolstering her narcissim, increasing her libido and her desire to dominate. She was now the ultimate bitch and the most powerful Goddess.

With a bang the vibrator overloaded and the evil batteries melted in a flare of pink energy. Lana screamed as the last of the unholy energy surged into her body and her corruption was completed.

She orgasmed one last time, another spray erupting from her pussy as she collapsed onto the bed and panted and moaned in satisfaction.

"Mmmmmhhhhhh oh yessssss," she groaned as she removed the ruined vibrator from between her legs and giggled at the drenched bed underneath her.

Standing up, she walked to her mirror and admired her new body. "Mmmmh I truly AM a Goddess now."

But what about her batteries? Her wonderful batteries were ruined.

Walking to the bed, Lana picked up one of the drained batteries that had orginally been in the vibrator. As she held it between her fingers, pink sparks arched between them and she watched with interest as the battery corroded and turned a bright vibrant pink.

"Looks like I have the power now," purred Lana as she charged the other battery and laughed evily.

"I can now corrupt as many devices as I like. Mind control, time control... who knows what else I will be able to do when I try other devices? I truly AM a fucking Goddeas now. This world will be my plaything and I'll do whatever the fuck I want."

Her soul, body and mind corroded - the new Uber-Bitch walked off with a clop of high heels to go find the Xbox controller.

She had even more changes to make to Max... and then the rest of the town would follow.

The whole world was her toy now. It was easy, when you had the power...

Sarah awoke screaming and clawing at her face where the sensation of Khloe's nails still itched and burned like fire.

She shuddered in horror at the memory - the sensation of being dominated and destroyed by the superior girl.

But it was only a dream right? Or rather, a nightmare. A recurring nightmare.

Sarah had been bullied at school, but Khloe was entirely a figment of her own inner fears and worries. She was an amalgam of every girl that had ever teased or taunted her. She was what Sarah hated and feared.

The dreams were so vivid. Khloe seemed more evil and powerful every time. Sarah was starting to worry maybe she was losing her mind. She'd always had a powerful imagination - but now it seemed over-active.

A knock at the door caused Sarah to startle and she smiled weakly as her boyfriend Sam came in with a steaming cup of fresh tea.

"Woah, you look exhausted. Bad dreams again?"

Sarah nodded and he sat down and slid his arm around her.

"I'm so sorry babe. I hate that you keep having these nightmares. I wish there was something I could do to help."

"I know," smiled Sarah as she squeezed his hand. "Hopefully they'll go away eventually."

Sam shook his head doubtfully. "Maybe, but I'm going to talk to my friend Kelly. She might have something that can help."

Sarah sighed, "Oh no, not Kelly who is into magic and all that stuff. Please don't tell me I'm so desperate I have to turn to all that spiritual mumbo-jumbo. Last time it took weeks to clean up the mess those weird candles made."

Sam laughed, "Kelly may be a little kooky, but some of her ideas have worked for me. We may as well try!"

Sarah smiled weakly at him and shrugged. "Well, okay then."

**********

Gazing at the strange web like frame of the dream-catcher, Sam wondered if it could really work, then shrugging finished nailing it into place above the bed. It was a circular contraption with brightly coloured threads stiched across the frame. Feathers hung from the bottom of the hoop.

He was a pretty open minded guy, but he wasn't sure if he believed in magic. Then again, perhaps the benefits of the dream-catcher were psychosomatic and it might still help.

So long as Sarah felt that it might work and her nightmares decreased, he was willing to try anything. He'd do anything to help his girl.

Kelly had explained that the dream catcher would catch bad dreams and nightmares in the web of coloured threads. They would then be burned up and destroyed in the pure natural sunlight the next day.

Sam had to admit he was actually fascinated by Sarah's dreams. He could never remember his dreams, he wasn't even sure he had any. It also entranced him to hear about other peoples and he wondered how it must feel to experience such vivid and surreal mental pictures.

His good work done, Sam tidied the bed, gave the dream catcher a whirl and went off to make a cup of tea. Now to test if it worked!

***********

Sam awoke to a strange feeling. It was like an electic storm or static charge was building in the air.

He'd gone to sleep nearly three hours ago, Sarah by his side and the dream catcher swinging over their heads. She seemed to be sleeping peacefully for once, but above them the dreamcatcher spun and twisted.

Something dark and evil was caught in that web. Sam could feel it. A bad dream... a POWERFULL bad dream was caught. The dreamcatcher seemed to spark with power and energy.

Fascinated he reached up and touched the dream catcher... there was a pink blast and Sam groaned as the world spun and he fell into darkness.

Suddenly Sam was lying on his bed alone and it seemed like the middle of the day. A beautiful bitchy blonde woman was looking at him with disdain on her face and he realised with a start that he must be dreaming.

"Who the hell are you?" she sneered as she brushed back her perfect hair and Sam saw she had long sharp nails and a body that oozed lust and popularity.

"No wait, I know exactly who you are. You're Sarah's pathetic little boyfriend. The weakling little bitch who actually thinks that pathetic loser has anything to offer. I'm Khloe her dream-bully. Nice to meet you."

Sam felt anger flare. "You... you're that dream bully who has been tormenting her every night. Well the jokes on you bitch, because now you'll never be able to harm her again. The dreamcatcher stopped you and now Sarah is safe! Without her imagination to empower you, you'll begin to fade away. Once Sarah forgets about you entirely you won't exist anymore."

Advancing sexily, Khloe straddled Sam and reaching down began to unbuckle his fly. "All your life you've wanted to have vivid dreams, you've wanted to know how it feels to be a dreamer. Well - let me give you something to dream about..."

Khloe's lips twisted into an amused smile. "Perhaps - or perhaps your dreamcatcher has given us both exactly what we've always wanted."

Sam groaned as his cock popped out into Khloe's eager hands and she began to stroke it with her slutty hands. She giggled as she looked down at it. "Cute - but you could do better."

Sam gasped as a feeling of power throbbed through him and his average dick began to swell and grow. It grew thicker, longer and more sensitive. "H... how?" he gasped.

"We're in a dream baby," purred Khloe. "Here, all your fantasies can become true. You can be who you want to be. Best of all, this dream can become reality thanks to your dreamcatcher. Unlike a normal dream when you wake from this one, any changes you have made will become true in reality. If you want them to that is."

"H...how... and how do you know that? It doesn't make any sense."

"Dreams don't have to make sense Sam," purred Khloe as she slowly stroked his now rock hard cock. "Nothing needs to make sense except the pleasure I can give you. From now on you will dream of me every night and make her dream of me too. Then you can have everything you ever wanted. You're going to help me become stronger, not weaker."

"Noooooo," groaned Sam as Khloe stroked and rubbed his enhanced cock. "Noooo, I can't."

"Mmmmmh, yes you can," giggled Khloe. "You're going to help me become an even bigger bitch. We're going to be so good together."

Then with a smirk, she reached down and began to suck his cock.

Sam gasped and groaned in pleasure as Khloe's bitchy pink lips sucked and slurped round his massive new dick. She glugged and gagged happily, easily taking him to the back of her throat and using her sexy nails to tickle and stroke his balls.

Pleasure like he had never known before flowed through him. Sarah didn't like to suck dick, but Khloe clearly loved it. She moaned appreciatively as she worked his cock and sucked and sucked and sucked.

Soon he was cumming in her mouth and it seemed to go on and on and on. The longest orgasm he had ever experienced, an orgasm so good that he never wanted it to end.

Cum dripping down her face, Khloe giggled and snapped her fingers. Sam's cock sprang back to attention immediately and he looked down in amazement.

"We're in a dream remember - the normal rules don't apply. You can cum all night without ever going soft, so we're going to do this again... and again... and again. This is only the beginning baby."

Khloe lowered her lips back to his cock, and Sam groaned as she began to take him back to heaven once more.

**************

With a gasp Sam awoke, his hand on his rock hard cock. Sarah was peacefully slumbering next to him, the dream catcher twirling slightly in the breeze from the open window as Sarah enjoyed her first nightmare free night in years.

Peeling back the sheets, Sam gasped. The nine inch cock now hanging from his groin was just as big and as thick as the one from the dream. Somehow the dream had bent reality.

Now Sam could remember everything. It was the first time he had ever remembered a dream and this one was so vivid. Khloe's bitchy whispers in his mind, her hand on his dick... her mouth sucking and slurping. The promises of more to come if he served her as she desired and helped her.

He knew what he needed to do.

Going to the bathroom, Sam groaned as he pumped his cock thinking of Khloe and he moaned as he began to cum. Fuck - his new dick felt so good. He had to have more, he had to see Khloe again.

***********

Sarah had never felt so liberated. Sam's dreamcatcher seemed to have worked a treat. She had slept so peacefully last night, and not once had she dreamed of the evil bully that had tormented her dreams for so long.

True, Sam seemed tired and was acting weird. He kept looking at her in a funny way and eventually he came over to talk and ask strange questions.

"So you didn't dream about Khloe last night then?"

She shook her head.

"That's good. You never really told me much about her. Is she pretty, what does she look like?"

Sam's questions bothered Sarah. It made her think of the dream bully and brought Khloe back into her mind. His questions were innocent, but the way they were framed made her feel bad. 'Is she prettier than you?'. Why had he asked that? It made her angry and annoyed that her boyfriend should suggest that her bully could be attractive.

"Sam, stop being such an asshole," she screamed as she grew tired of his questions. Now she couldn't stop thinking about that fucking bitch. She couldn't stop thinking about how much sexier and bitchier Khloe was then her. She couldn't stop imagining those perfect lips, rounded breasts and sexy dominant eyes. It was like Sam WANTED her to think about Khloe.

She left the room crying, all the time never thinking to ask the most important question.

How had Sam known her dream bully was called Khloe?

******************

"Good boy, I feel even stronger today," purred Khloe as Sam awoke to find himself back in the dream world.

Moments ago he had touched the dreamcatcher once again and now here he was back with Khloe for the sixth time this week.

Every night Sam had dutifully touched the dreamcatcher and let Khloe enter his mind. Every night the pleasure had become even more intense.

Last night Khloe had let him fuck her like an animal. The feeling of her tight pussy gripping his massive cock, her moans and screams of pleasure as he fucked her brains out... he had never cum so hard.

He had bent Khloe over the bed, his hand gripping her long blonde hair and his hand slapping her ass as with pounding strokes he had fucked her again and again and again.

In his dreams Sam was stronger, more dominant. His body was now muscled and fit and he was taller. On waking he found his body had changed to match his dream and it was as if no one noticed. Whatever changes happened in the dream seemed to leak into reality.

And all he had to do to have more pleasure was to keep betraying Sarah and helping Khloe to become stronger. Fucking her and hearing her grunt and scream was all he cared about.

Indeed Sam no longer cared about the real world. Being here with Khloe was all that mattered. She was his Goddess now.

Sam knew he would do anything for her. She had her claws into his soul. She made him feel so good and every suggestion she made was the right one. He needed Khloe more than he had ever needed Sarah.

Tormenting Sarah and making her think of her bully had become a necessary evil so that he could have the pleasure his body craved. The more he made Sarah remember her dreams, talk about the bully or imagine new situations - the stronger and bitchier it made Khloe become.

Usually when he came to the dream, it would be a fantasy version of somewhere he knew. This time though they were in a room he didn't recognises. It was a boudoir, full of makeup, lingerie and a silk sheeted bed. Seated in front of a tall mirror in a black silk dressing gown, Khloe looked stunning.

If anything she looked hotter than last time. The imagination of both Sarah and Sam had made her grow even stronger.

There was a hunger in her eyes.

"You enjoy fucking me don't you Sam? But you enjoy helping me become more powerful and more evil even more. I know it excites you."

Khloe advanced towards him.

"But do you know what would be really hot baby? Imagine if I could leave the dream and come into reality?"

Sam groaned as Khloe straddled him and stroked his face. "Imagine if I could find someone willing to BECOME me and help me cross over."

Sam looked up in shock.

"Become you... but... how?"

Khloe smiled. "Changes made here in the dream can cross into reality. All you would have to do is imagine yourself becoming me. Let my personality, memories and thoughts become your own. You would become me. You would be Khloe."

Sam groaned - his cock instantly hard. Khloe reached down and began to slowly jerk him off.

"Yesssss imagine it baby. Being me would feel so good, you'd love being a bitch. You'd have my tits and a tight pussy - men would be yours to manipulate and control. You would be the bully. It feels so good to be a bully. Say it... say... I want to be the bully."

Her hand on his cock sped up.

"I... I want to be the bully," moaned Sam nearly drooling.

"Yessss. Imagine it baby. Imagine you have long sharp nails on each finger. Your skin is tanned, you have long blonde hair. Imagine a superior smirk on your lips as you take some weak little boy and make him your puppet."

Sam groaned. His skin began to tingle and he felt Khloe's hand tighten on his cock as she began to pump it faster and faster. Bone's popped and he groaned as his hair began to itch.

"Yessss my tits are swelling up on your chest, your ass is blowing up into mine. Your face is changing... becoming prettier. You fucking love how it feels don't you? Mmmmh, fucking shoot out that cum for me baby, it's the last time you'll ever do it again. Your cock is already shrinking - soon my tight Goddess pussy will be between your legs."

Sam screamed as his cock erupted and suddenly he felt Khloe pinning him down as cum blasted out and coated their bodies. She slid on top of him, the sticky mess seeming to glue them together and he felt her starting to sink into his body.

"Fuck yessss, merge with me Sam. BECOME me."

Khloe moaned in pleasure as they merged. Sam was groaning too. He could feel her breasts on his chest, feel her long blonde hair around his shoulders.

Hips popped and cracked, internal organs moved about. Sam felt his lips twist into a slutty smile as fake tan spread across his skin and he became a fake, popular, mean girl.

"Mmmmh I feel so fucking evil and hot. Yessss make me into a fucking bitch. I want to be Khloe!"

Khloe's superior tits reached their full impressive size and jewellery popped into place. Makeup shimmered over Sam's features and he flexed long acrylic nails.

Feelings of superiority flooded him as he felt Khloe's personality taking control. This felt SO amazing.

"I am a bitch. Yes I am a bitch. I AM A FUCKING EVIL BITCH," he screamed in glee as his voice altered and became Khloe's sexy purr.

Khloe/Sam began to groan and buck. The merging was complete and reaching down he/she began to rub their tight pussy and groan. Ohhh it felt so good.

"I... I'm going to cummmmm!"

Sam screamed as his body bucked and squirted, female hormones rushing round his body. No, wait. She wasn't Sam. She was Khloe.

Sighing, Khloe stretched her perfect body and felt the last vestiges of Sam drop away. What a fucking loser. It had always been his destiny to become her.

"Now I am the bully, I LOVE being a bitch," she sighed happily. Sam no longer existed, and when she awoke from this dream, it would be like he had never existed. Only she remained.

Khloe was evil, manipulative, sexy and popular. She knew in the real world she would be unstoppable.

She couldn't wait to get started.

Khloe walked to the mirror and admired herself for a moment then grinned. It was time to wake up.

She took one last look around her boudoir then snapped her fingers.

It was time to get real. And Sarah had no idea what was coming.

****************

Sarah whimpered as she tried to carry the six heavy shopping bags and coffee for her cruel boss as she staggered after Khloe in the luxurious mall.

Being Khloe's personal assistant was a terrible job, but she was too afraid to quit. Khloe was such a bitch and she was a rich and famous influencer. She had all the power.

"Hurry up you dumb bitch," snapped Khloe as she watched Sarah struggle. "I need my makeover for my hot date tonight."

Sarah nodded. A hot date? That meant another evening of humiliation whilst she waited obediently downstairs and listened to Khloe getting fucked.

Serving Khloe was kind of like a waking nightmare. It sometimes felt like some evil dream she couldn't wake up from.

Perhaps she should borrow the dream catcher she'd seen hanging over Khloe's huge bed? Maybe that would help?

Not that she had dreams anymore.