Trophy Ashleigh's Special Garden

I’ve been doing a lot of bitchification and corruption stories lately that tend towards “bad” endings. I was asked to do a story with a happy ending. So please enjoy.

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Ben sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, hands twisted in his hair.  It had been so different since that morning.  A few days ago his relationship, his life, turned upside down without any explanation. The bedroom door clicked open and Ben flinched.

Aubrey stood there, backlit by the hallway light, like she hadn’t a care in the world. She looked insanely hot—decked out in tight, pastel pink from head to toe. The lace-up top barely contained her cleavage, crisscrossed strings holding the fabric together like it might snap if she so much as breathed too hard. Her matching pink pants clung to her hips, laced all the way down the sides, showing off every curve like she was a walking thirst trap.

A chunky designer bag hung from her wrist and her blonde hair was perfectly styled. A diamond choker glittered at her throat. And those clear sky-high platform heels clicked softly on the floor as she stepped inside.

She flicked her hair over her shoulder with a lazy smirk.

“Ugh, God, this place is such a dump,” she muttered under her breath, glancing around. “I swear to God, I cannot believe I used to like living like this.”

Ben stayed quiet. He’d heard it all before. He’d heard her snap at the barista that morning. Heard her chew out the mailman for “bending the packages.” He’d watched her roll her eyes at their neighbors in the hallway, ignoring them like they didn’t even exist when they said ‘hello’..

The old Aubrey would’ve died of embarrassment acting like that. But this Aubrey loved it. She loved being bratty, bitchy, and sometimes just outright mean to just about everyone. But when she looked at him—just him—her whole face softened.

“Baby…” she sighed, stepping closer, crouching in front of him. She pressed her fingers under his chin and tilted his face up to meet hers.

“I hate seeing you like this,” she whispered. “You don’t deserve it. Not you.”

Ben’s throat tightened. “But it’s what I get, isn’t it? You… you don’t want me anymore.” “Not like that.” Aubrey frowned.

“I love you,” she whispered like it hurt to admit it.  “I just… I can’t want you right now. Not like… this.”

She stood up, pacing toward the window. He watched her in silence as she stared out into the city lights. Even standing still she had a presence. It was like she knew she was the hottest thing in the building. In all honesty, she was.

“Ugh. You wouldn’t believe the looks I got tonight,” she scoffed, running her manicured nails down her waist. “Women practically begging me for attention. Men groveling like dogs. It was pathetic.”

Her head turned slightly, just enough to glance at him over her shoulder. Her eyes were soft again, like none of that mattered when it came to him.

“I’ve gotta tell you something,” she whispered. Her voice cracking a little. 

“What?” he said harsher than he wanted.

“Ever since that night. God, Ben. It’s been so fucking bad.”

She started pacing again, her bag swinging at her side. “I’ve been so goddamn horny, baby. All the fucking time. But I don’t do anything. I come home to you.”

Ben swallowed hard. His voice cracked. “Why? Why come back to me?”

She let out a soft, almost bitter, laugh but when she turned fully to face him again, her expression was serious.

“Because I love you, Ben. I didn’t want this.” she said waving her arms up and down her body. “I only wanted you. Whatever did this to me, didn’t ask my permission first.”

She kneeled down in front of him and placed her head against his stomach. She could see his cock grow immediately. She sighed. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to tease you. It’s not my fault I’m only attracted to hot women now.”

Ben stood, like he wasn’t sure if his legs would hold him. “Then… what are we supposed to do?”

She bit her lip, glancing down like she was arguing with herself. Then, like she’d decided fuck it, she walked up and grabbed his hands. “Come with me. Let me show you where this all started. Maybe… maybe it can give us a way to fix this.“

He nodded once. “Okay.“

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Later that night, they stood outside of Mina’s. Aubrey had demanded time to change into something “actually worth wearing.”

She wasn’t kidding.

Gone was the pink lace-up outfit. Now she stood in front of him like she was ready to start a riot.

Tiny black leather shorts barely covered her ass. A microscopic black bikini top pushed her tits up so high they looked like they might spill out if she breathed wrong. She had some oversized leather jacket draped over her shoulders like she couldn’t be bothered to actually wear it. And those pink and black Playboy boots? They looked like they belonged to the Queen of Bad Decisions herself.

Her hair was a messy, high blonde updo, loose curls falling around her face. And that smirk? God, it was lethal.

“You better not stare like some sad little puppy all night,” she snapped at Ben without looking back. I swear to God, if you start embarrassing me again, I’ll leave your ass right here.“

Ben flinched but nodded. He knew she didn’t mean it. Or at least, he hoped she didn’t.

Aubrey strutted right up to the door like she owned the building. Ben hung back half a step, anxiety bubbling in his chest. Aubrey’s friend Melanie had somehow gotten them on the list for Rachel’s bachelorette party. It was an exclusive club and you could barely notice it from the street. They weren’t on the list for tonight.

The bouncer didn’t move. He stood there like a wall, mouth twisted in permanent disapproval. His eyes flicked down to Ben, then slid to Aubrey.

“Name?” he grunted.

Aubrey didn’t even slow down. She blew right past the velvet rope like she didn’t hear him.

“Move.” Her voice cut through the air like a slap.

The bouncer’s hand shot out, blocking her with the back of his arm. “Not how this works, sweetheart.“

Aubrey slowly turned her head, her lip curling in mock amusement. She glanced down at his arm like it was something disgusting she’d have dry-cleaned off later.

“*Did I stutter?” she hissed, stepping in, heels clicking sharply. “*Move. We’re going in.“

The bouncer stood his ground, jaw tightening. “Name, now.”

Ben felt his stomach sink. He knew this wouldn’t work. Of course this wouldn’t work. Why the hell had he let her drag him…

Aubrey let out the fakest, most annoyed laugh Ben had ever heard. She leaned in, dragging one long pink nail down the man’s massive arm.

“God,” Aubrey groaned, rolling her eyes like she was already over this man’s existence. “Do I look like I give my name to rent-a-thugs?“

The bouncer’s nostrils flared. “You’re not on the list. Neither is he. Go home.“

Aubrey tilted her head, giving a slow, vicious smile. She leaned in, pressing her nail dead-center on his chest.

“Listen up, muscle boy,” she whispered, voice dipped in venom, “I’m not going home. I’m not giving you my name. And I’m not going to explain myself to some bloated doorman with more biceps than brains.“

The bouncer stiffened.

“Here’s what is going to happen,” Aubrey continued, her finger stopping dead-center on his chest. “You’re going to move. Right now. Or I’m going to make such a fucking scene that your boss is begging me to step over your worthless body.“

Ben swallowed hard. He could feel the tension.

For a heartbeat, the bouncer didn’t move. 

Then, grinding his jaw so hard Ben swore he could hear his teeth, the bouncer let out a long, sharp breath through his nose and jerked the rope aside with a harsh swipe.

“Go. Both of you.“

Aubrey smiled, slow, cold, and victorious. “Good boy.“

She grabbed Ben by the wrist, dragging him toward the entrance without looking back once. The music hit like a wave the moment the door shut behind them.

Aubrey leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear, voice pure sin.”See, baby? Told you I always get what I want.“

She ran her fingers through his hair, nails grazing his scalp, her voice softening just for him.

“And I want you with me. Always.“

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The place was unlike anywhere Ben had ever been before. He could feel the pounding bass deep in his chest. The room was mostly dark, but neon lights cracked through the haze in pinks, purples, and reds. 

The room was full of attractive people. Those who weren’t were flaunting their money. And even amongst this crowd, every eye was on her. Aubrey knew it, too. 

Her hips swayed like a metronome in perfect sync with the music, head high, showing off her toned stomach and perfect tits. She stomped across the floor in her knee-high boots like she owned it.

Men turned to watch her. Women did too. Some watched with hunger and others with jealousy. Every stare slid over her body like they needed to own her or be her. And Aubrey loved it. She basked in it.

The moment people noticed Ben walking hand-in-hand with her, their faces twisted into confusion. It was like they were seeing some joke they didn’t understand.

A tall woman in leather leaned against the bar, eyes flicking from Aubrey to Ben and back again. She let out a loud, mocking laugh as they passed. “Seriously? That’s who you’re dragging in here? Him?“

Aubrey noticed how the words impacted Ben. She stopped on a dime, turning her head just enough to flash that flawless, dangerous smile.

“I’m sorry,” she purred, taking a step toward the woman without missing a beat, “did you say something?“

The woman straightened, cocking her head, trying to save face. “Just saying you could do a hell of a lot better, sweetheart.“

Aubrey leaned in so close her breath probably tickled the woman’s ear. “You think I give a fuck what you think? He’s with me.”

The woman flinched—actually flinched—before looking away, silent.

Aubrey turned on her heel without missing a beat, grabbing Ben’s hand tight and pulling him through the crowd.

“Ignore them, baby,” Aubrey whispered, glancing over her shoulder with a devilish grin. “They’ll learn.“

She dragged him onto the center of the floor, right into the slow swirl of red light. Her body moved like she belonged there—hips rolling, arms stretching over her head, letting the music own her. She danced like she hadn’t thought about anything but herself in days.

Ben tried to keep up, standing awkwardly at first. But then Aubrey leaned in, biting her lip, grabbing his shirt. “Loosen up, baby.“

He tried. God, he tried. They danced for a while, an odd pairing in the sea of perfect strangers. The looks never stopped. Ben felt every single one.

She leaned in, brushing her lips against his ear again. “This is where I was… right here, dancing my ass off. Drinking God knows what.“

Ben tried to swallow the lump in his throat. “But you didn’t feel anything? Nothing… weird?“

She just shrugged, turning her back to him, rolling her hips in time with the beat like it was second nature. 

“It was a bachelorette party and was drunk, baby. I felt good. I don’t even remember leaving. Somehow I got home. Then I woke up the next morning like… this.”

Ben nodded, then leaned in and whispered, “I need a minute.”

He slipped away, leaving Aubrey dancing by herself.

Immediately, two guys tried to slide in, but Aubrey shut them down with a single withering glance. They walked away defeated, like she’d kicked them in the chest.

Ben couldn’t help but smile, just a little.

Ben’s eyes scanned the crowd, searching for something to give reason to what happened to Aubrey. He tried to ask a few people, but no one cared to listen. They were all to busy enjoying their night. After a while, he ended up at the bar. He leaned in, desperate for someone to take him seriously. 

The bartender, a man in his mid-thirties with tattooed arms and slicked-back hair, leaned forward lazily. “What’ll it be?“

Ben hesitated, eyes darting toward Aubrey, who was still dancing but now with a woman who was draping herself on Aubrey in a way Ben found both hot and disturbing. Ben leaned in closer. “Actually… I—”  He rubbed his face, feeling ridiculous even trying to explain it.  “I don’t need a drink. I… I need answers.”

The bartender arched an eyebrow. “Don’t we all?“

“My wife… she came here a few days ago. She woke up the next morning looking… different. Acting… different. You ever heard of something like that happening here?“

The bartender just stared at him for a second, like he wasn’t sure if Ben was fucking with him or not. Then he gave a slow shake of his head.

“Look, man… this is a club. People get wasted, they wake up different every weekend. That’s how it works.“

Ben’s heart sank. “No, I mean—“

“I heard you.”  The bartender leaned in, lowering his voice just slightly.  “If something happened to her, it wasn’t me, and it wasn’t here. People like to blame this place for all kinds of weird shit. But trust me… we just serve drinks.“

Ben sat back, deflated. His eyes flicked toward Aubrey again.

“Sorry, man,” He slid Ben a drink. “Wish I had more for you. That one’s on the house.”

Ben forced a weak smile and sipped his drink.

They stayed a while longer. The entire time, Aubrey danced and flirted. She worshipped the attention. But Ben could tell she kept checking on him too. She wanted him there. As much as she drank it all in, she never let herself stray too far from him.

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They fumbled through the door sometime after two in the morning, the door slamming shut behind them. Aubrey stumbled first, kicking off her pink and black Playboy boots with a careless giggle.

“God, I needed that,” she sighed, flopping back onto the couch with zero grace. She sprawled out like she owned the place, leather jacket slipping off one shoulder, her legs spreading wide, head falling back onto the pillows.

Ben leaned against the door, watching her in that fucking outfit—the black leather shorts clinging to her hips, the micro bikini top still somehow holding on by a thread. Her skin glistened with sweat.

“You’re something else…” Ben muttered, words slurring just enough to betray how many drinks he’d downed trying to keep up with her.

Aubrey cracked open one eye, smirking even wider. “Damn right. Took you this long to notice?“

She stood up, sauntering toward the bedroom without paying attention to him. 

As she reached the doorframe, she shrugged off her leather jacket, letting it drop to the floor without a care. She continued, reaching behind her back and tugging the tiny black top up and over her head, exposing every inch of flawless, bouncing skin. She let it fall from her fingers with a soft thump.

Ben stood there, unable to do anything but watch. 

Aubrey shimmied out of her tight leather shorts next, stepping out of them one leg at a time until she was completely naked, standing there like a fucking curse made flesh.

She climbed into bed, stretching out like a goddess, pulling the blanket down with one hand and patting the empty spot next to her.

“Come here, baby.“

Ben didn’t hesitate. He slid in next to her, pulling her tight against his chest, burying his face in her hair.

“Aubrey…” he whispered.

She let out a slow, knowing breath, sitting up just slightly. “Baby… don’t.“

But he couldn’t stop. He missed her. Missed how she used to melt under his touch, how she used to need him. “Just… let me try.“

His hands slid up her thighs, shaking just a little. Her body stiffened.

“Ben…” she whispered again, softer this time, almost broken.

He looked up at her, desperate. “Please… let me have you. Just… just once.“

She slid her fingers into his hair, cupping the back of his head. She pulled him forward, pressing her lips to his forehead, holding him there.

“You don’t want me like that,” she whispered, voice shaking.

Ben’s throat closed tight. He wanted to argue, but deep down, he knew she was right.

She curled her fingers around his hand on her waist, whispering so soft he almost didn’t catch it.

“I still love you, Ben. I know this is killing you. Hopefully, this will all be over in the morning.“

Ben closed his eyes tight, breathing her in. They held onto each other until sleep finally took them both.

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Aubrey cracked open one eye. Her head pounded. She groaned, rolling over into the mess of tangled sheets but Ben’s side was empty.

“Fuck me…” she hissed under her breath, throwing the blanket off herself and sitting up slowly, clutching her head.

She rubbed her temples, wincing at every creak of the floor as she padded naked toward the kitchen. She grabbed a glass from the counter and slammed it under the faucet.

“God, why does everything fucking suck today?” she growled to no one, slamming the glass down hard enough to rattle the counter.

The hallway bathroom door was cracked open, light spilling out onto the floor.

“Ben?” she croaked, dragging herself toward it. “You been up for a while?“

She rubbed her bleary eyes and pushed the door open fully. Standing at the mirror was a woman. A tall, blonde and toned woman.

Aubrey’s eyes moved up and down, taking in her full hips, her curves. The woman locked eyes with Aubrey in the mirror. The eyes were frighteningly familiar.

“Ben?” Aubrey spoke, stepping inside.

The woman turned around slowly, her lips curling into a cocky little smirk, one perfectly manicured brow arching up. “Took you long enough to fucking wake up.“

Aubrey staggered back a step, staring at the walking, talking sex bomb standing in front of her.

“Holy shit… Ben? What… what the fuck?“

Ben laughed. “Guess our little trip to the club worked after all, baby.“

Aubrey’s mouth hung open, completely wrecked by the sight.

Ben stepped toward her, barefoot, hips swaying like he’d been this way his whole life. She leaned one hand on the doorframe right beside Aubrey’s head, lips curling into something wicked.

“God, look at you,” Ben purred, eyeing her up and down. “Fuck me, you’re so hot.“

Aubrey’s head spun. “Ben… you’re a woman.”

Ben chuckled, leaning in, brushing a strand of blonde hair behind Aubrey’s ear, voice dropping to a filthy whisper. “So are you, babe.“

Aubrey’s heart hammered in her chest as she realized the truth.  They could be together. “Holy fuck… we can make this work.“

Ben grinned wide, leaning in even closer until their lips almost touched. “Damn right we can.“

Aubrey launched forward, crashing her lips into Ben’s. Ben groaned into her mouth like she’d been starving for this. Their bodies collided in a blur of sweat and want, hands gripping skin, pulling, clawing, claiming.

“God,” Aubrey gasped, dragging her nails down Ben’s bare back, “I’ve been so fucking horny. I’ve been trying so hard to not cheat. And now, I don’t have to fight anymore. You feel so fucking good.”

Ben…no, Brenna, the name popping into her brain, bit her bottom lip hard enough to make her whimper, then shoved her back against the cool tile wall of the bathroom.

“I’ve waited for this too, Aubrey.“

Their mouths crashed again. Aubrey’s leg wrapped around Brenna’s thigh, grinding shamelessly. Their curves pressed together, sin made flesh. Every inch of friction felt necessary, like they’d been wired for this moment their whole lives and just hadn’t realized it.

The mirror behind them fogged with their heat.

They stumbled out of the bathroom, tangled and gasping, knocking into furniture, laughing, cursing, tearing the place apart on their way to the bedroom.

“This is fucking insane,” Aubrey moaned as Brenna pushed her down onto the mattress, crawling on top of her.  “We’re insane.“

“Fucking good,” Brenna corrected, trailing kisses down her neck. “Fucking perfect.“

Aubrey pulled her up by the hair and kissed her hard.

They didn’t care how loud or how feral they were. It was two goddesses reclaiming each other in bodies that finally matched their hunger.

Moans turned to growls. Fingers tangled in hair. Mouths explored with filthy desperation. It was euphoric. It was a rebirth forged in sweat and spit and love twisted with heat.

And when they came, it was loud. Their breathless, bodies arching and shaking in the ruined sheets. Brenna pulled Aubrey close, lips brushing her ear. Aubrey curled into Brenna’s side, trailing lazy fingers over her stomach.

“You feel it, don’t you?” Brenna whispered. “We’re fucking unstoppable now.“

Aubrey grinned, heart pounding, body still buzzing. “The world has no idea what’s coming.“

They lay there a moment longer before Aubrey rolled onto her back, eyes burning into the ceiling, a wicked little smirk curling on her lips. “Let’s burn it all down, baby…“

Ben leaned over, biting softly at her shoulder. “…together.“

And just like that, the world was officially fucked.

"Mmmm you didn't turn out half bad. Not as hot as me, of course, but good enough to be my side kick"

Behind her the brunette posed uncertainly, stunned by her transformation. She hadn't expected that super fake, rich bitch Jade to give her the time of day. But when she was pulled aside and a little necklace forced around her neck, she became chained to this tanned bratty doll.

"Don't worry about the necklace. It's certainly lacking compared to mine, but still enough to lock you into a hot body for the rest of the night. If you're lucky, I'll let you keep it."

Keep it? She wondered to herself. Stay in this curvaceous body? Forced to strut through the clubs behind Jade, following her every move. Supporting every catty statement, helping pay for shopping sprees, keeping an eye out for any hot hunk or honey who might be worth of their attention. That sounded...addicting.

Bryan sometimes wondered if he should have told his daughter Sarah about his plan to help her with her bullying problem - but by now it was far too late.

It wasn't like there was much of Bryan left anyway. Beckie had seen to that.

It had all started a few weeks ago when Sarah had come home in tears again. She told her Dad that she was being emotionally manipulated and abused by a brat in her class, Beckie.

Beckie wasn't like the other girls. She was... better. She had bigger tits, blonder hair, more expensive clothes and makeup. In short she was a total bully - and like all bullies she enjoyed having a victim to humiliate.

That victim was Sarah. Beckie had correctly identified that the pink haired goth girl would be an easy target. She undermined Sarah at every chance and mocked her for being different.

At first the other girls around them seemed uncomfortable, but none of them said or did anything. Some of them had been friends with Sarah for a long time - but their silence was deafening.

That didn't last long. Beckie had a strange influence on others. Gradually at first, but increasingly rapidly they began to change. They began to dress like Beckie, talk like Beckie - even starting to join in her bullying.

It was like some evil hive mind had taken control of the girls and made them think and act just like Beckie.

They began to get boob jobs and wear tight skirts and tiny tops. They dumped their boyfriends and began to fuck black guys only. High heels and boots replaced comfortable trainers and shoes. Attitudes became troublesome, arrogance grew and bit by bit they became empty souless brats who loved to tease and lead on all the boys

All except Sarah who was left isolated and tormented. Beckie and her goons were now everywhere and Sarah didn't even want to go to college anymore.

That's why Bryan decided to have it out with Beckie. This couldn't go on.

He didn't tell Sarah his plan - not that it was much of a plan. Just go and confront Beckie, get her to leave his daughter alone.

He drove over to the luxurious condo where Beckie and her rich divorced Mom (four husbands) lived. There was a pink Landrover parked on the drive and a giant swimming pool at the back.

Banging on the door Bryan was relieved when Beckie opened it. She was wearing a tiny LA Boutine bikini set and her long blonde hair fell wantonly over her shoulders. It was hard to read her expression thanks to the mirror shades she wore.

"What the fuck do you want?" she yawned boredly examining a long bejewelled manicured nail.

"I want you to leave my daughter Sarah alone!" grunted Bryan in what he hoped was an intimidated way.

Beckie's whole demeanour changed as she realised who he was. Her lips twitched into a naughty smile and her blue eyes twinkled excitedly as she tore off her shades. It wasn't the reaction he had expected.

"Nooooo fucking way! This is so cool. Get in here."

Giggling excitedly, Beckie yanked Bryan into the house. Sliding her small sexy hand into his she lead him inside and he dazedly followed.

A pink fog seemed to instantly descend around Bryan. Rational decisions and thoughts became sluggish and hard. A dreamlike quality now surrounded the day and Bryan found himself going along with his daughters bully.

"What did you say your name was? Bailey?"

"No, Bryan," he croaked weakly.

"I prefer Bailey. Beckie and Bailey sounds a lot hotter right Bailey?"

Bailey blinked. He didn't know why but it made a lot of sense. Yes, Bailey was a much better name.

"So Bailey, does Sarah know you're here?"

"No, I didn't tell anyone."

"Fuck yeah, this is perfect. None of those bitches have quite got what it takes to be my bestie. I was wondering which of them to fully transform, but now you just walked out of the blue and gave me the perfect answer. If no one knows you came here, they'll never find you once we're done."

Bailey blinked. He didn't know what the fuck Beckie was talking about.

"What the hell are you talking a..."

"First rule Bailey. You NEVER interrupt me when I'm talking and you never question me. Whatever I say you go along with, right? That's what besties like you are for! I'm the hot one and you're my sexy little shadow. You don't have any opinions of your own, you just copy mine."

Bailey blinked and his mouth clamped shut. Besties? What the fuck was this demented bitch talking about? Still he should probably do as she said. She probably knew best. In fact Beckie seemed really cool and hot. He bet her opinions were much better than his.

"Second rule is we always dress to impress. I need to get out of this bikini and we need to get you in some decent clothes. Come upstairs with me now."

Bailey followed Beckie up to her bedroom. The pink fog was stronger now. It was like the longer he was in her presence, the easier it was to go along with what she wanted.

"You're obviously not as strong minded as your daughter anyway. The influence doesn't seem to work very well on her. Not that I care so long as it affects everyone else. I'm the best right?"

Bailey just nodded stupidly and said, "Yes Beckie."

"Well you seem very susceptible which is pretty hot. Seeing as you're going to be my bestie I'll tell you about it. I don't know how or why but I was born with a power. I call it the influence. It let's me change reality and people around me. I always get the things that I want eventually. People just change to match my expectations. Those losers at college are all well on the way to being popular girls like me, but it can take time. When I really want something though the influence gets more powerful."

Bailey nodded along, "Wow, that sounds hot Beckie."

"It is hot. It's so fucking hot. It makes me feel like a God. Right now Bailey I've never wanted anything so much as to turn you from that losers nice kind Daddy into my evil, bitchy bestie. Just look at how fast the influence is working. Look down."

Bailey looked down. Whilst he had been talking to Beckie he hadn't noticed how tingly his body had been. He gasped. His male clothes now hung loose and baggy over his body which had shrunk to nearly half the size. He was an inch shorter than Beckie now and his arms and legs seemed stick thin. His tummy was as flat as a washboard and all his body hair was gone.

"Take off those stupid fucking clothes - you look dumb. We need to get you into a new outfit right now.

Bailey didn't object as Beckie helped him out of his clothes. He noticed his skin looked younger. His hands were now more delicate and his feet were tiny. His whole body felt like a dolls. He looked down and gawped at his crotch. His dick was... it was gone!

"What are you staring at Bailey? Haven't you ever seen a pussy before. Kind of weird seeing as you're a girl."

Bailey frowned and she shook her head - but it was hopeless to fight the influence. Of course she was a girl. She had always been a girl.

Grabbing Bailey's hand Beckie pulled her into her bathroom and shoved her in front of the mirror. Bailey gasped at the vision in front of her.

A beautiful girl with small but perfect tits, a perky ass and long dark hair was looking back at her.

"Look how pretty you are Bailey. You're worthy to be my bestie. Now let's get you into a bodystocking and fix that makeup."

Bailey loved feeling Beckie's skillful fingers fix her lipstick, mascara and foundation. "Of course you know how to do all this right?" smirked Beckie. "Show me... you try."

Bailey took the brush from her besties hands and skillfully continued to apply her makeup as if she had done it all her life.

It felt like she was replacing her old personality and thoughts as she applied more makeup. Being feminine felt so good.

"Good girl, you look so hot! Now the third rule is that being a bitch always feels good. From now on you are going to be a bully. Being my bestie means you have to be just as mean and as cruel as I am."

"Yes Beckie, that sounds hot," giggled Bailey as she felt her morals melt away.

"Then say it," gloated Beckie.

"Being a bitch always feels good. I'm cruel and mean and I like it."

As she said the words Bailey felt her nipples get hard and her pussy getting wet.

"And who's the biggest loser we know?" hissed Beckie with evil glee. "Who deserves to get bullied every day?"

"S... Sarah?" guessed Bailey, feeling a flash of guilt that then faded to never return.

"That's right. Doesn't it feel good to know you're better than her? What does she mean to you?"

"N...nothing... she means nothing. I fucking hate her. I want to bully and humiliate her for being such a skank."

Bailey giggled as the words oozed out of her mouth. Yessss this is what she wanted. Wasn't it?

Beckie lifted Bailey back off the bed and walked her to the mirror.

"Very good. Now tell me... who are you?"

"Me? I'm Bailey your bestie and I love being a fucking brat. I hate Sarah and I share all your opinions."

Part of Bailey suddenly rebelled... a bit of her that was shrinking fast. She groaned and gripped her head. "Noooo you can't stop me, this is my body now. I'm Bailey and I love it."

Giggling Beckie slid a long glass dildo into her besties hands. "Don't worry babe, it's just the last part of your old pysche trying to fight back. Make yourself cum and he'll give in forever. My influence is too strong!"

Lying on the bed, Bailey unpopped her lingerie and exposing her tight pussy slowly slid the dildo inside.

"I'm a... unnnnff bitch, I'm a bully I ooooohhh hate Sarah."

Pump. Pump. Pump.

Wet squelches filled the air and the sounds of panting moans as Bailey pleasured her new body and the final barriers to her mind began to break down to Beckie's obscene influence.

"That's it. You're just like me now Bailey. You're a rich, mean, popular slut. You will never escape my influence."

"Yesssss I'm a rich slut and I'm a oooooh fucking bitch. I'm a BIIIIITTTTTCHHHH!"

Bailey screamed and yanked the dildo out as her pussy throbbed and she began to squirt. Her brain went white hot as her new personality and thoughts locked forever.

She was such a bitch and she loved it.

Beckie stroked her hair and giggled. "Don't worry, my influence will give you a new identity. Everyone will falsely remember you've always been my bestie. Well everyone except Sarah. We're going to have so much fun together babe..."

**********

Sarah cried as her Mom tried to comfort her. Bryan had been missing for weeks now and the police couldn't provide any answers. She'd barely slept, barely eaten. No one could find even a trace of him.

Her Mom had taken her out for coffee and they were sat outside in the sunshine when she saw her bullies approaching.

Beckie and Bailey laughed and giggled to each other as they passed, saying something mean. Bailey dropped a note as she passed and despite herself Sarah picked it up.

It was a scrumpled missing note - one of the ones she'd put up everywhere. It showed Bryan and offered a reward for information about his disappearance.

Someone had written in lipstick on the note.

"Your Daddy hates you so he left home. You're a fucking loser."

Sarah felt more tears come as she saw the mean girls laughing at her reaction. In their centre a gloating Beckie smiled approvingly at her protegee Bailey.

She really was a great influence on the bitch...

The End

Part 1 - Finders Keepers

Cindy laughed when she found the weird remote control in an old cardboard box in the attic. Someone had gone to a lot of time and effort to add new buttons and wires to it - sellotaping extra batteries and bits of random electronics onto the housing.  They had even changed out the original buttons and put new ones on that said strange things like, "Body swap" and "Memory transfer"

"What's that you found?" asked her boyfriend Jack as he walked into her room and saw her playing with the remote.  

"This?  Oh just some weird remote I found hidden in an old cardboard box.  I knew there was lots of old wires and junk in here and I needed some stuff for my science project."

Jack frowned, "Is that the same science project the teacher paired you up with Kenna for?  Did you speak to him about changing partners?"

Cindy's face wrinkled at the name of her bully. She'd tried to explain to Mr Brown that Kenna had been picking on her since she was little and to request someone else to work with, but the teacher had insisted she go through with it.

"Yeah, but he just said it would be a good opportunity to try and get to know her better.  Gah - I hate that bitch - she'll make me do all the work and she won't show any gratitude for it."

"Pity you can't work with someone else," he shrugged.  "Look on the bright side. Maybe she'll go easy on you for a while if you work with her."

"And maybe she'll just be an even bigger bitch to me cos we're stuck together," muttered Cindy still looking at the remote.  She experimentally pressed a button and to her surprise the remote lit up.

"Hey this thing has juice.  Shall we try it out? Imagine if we really could swap bodies.  It would be pretty fascinating I guess." 

Pointing the remote at Jack she pressed the body-swap button and it beeped. She was just messing about and she didn't really expect anything to happen of course.  But suddenly there was a flash of light and in an instant her world went dizzy.  There was a dull rushing in her ears, then a feeling of weightlessness. To her horror she could feel herself being dragged out of her body. For a moment she was moving very fast and being pulled sideways...  then WHAM, the world reoriented itself

"Cindy, what happened?" squeaked a panicked voice and she whirled to see her own body looking down at itself in horror.   "Oh my God, we actually swapped bodies.  The remote actually works!"

Cindy was stunned.  Looking down she saw that she was now in her boyfriends body.  She walked over to the mirror, staggering slightly at the unfamiliar way her hips now seemed to work, and she gazed at herself in astonishment. She ran her now larger hands over her new body, not quite able to believe that this was real and she was now a man.

"Oh my God Jack, this is incredible."  

Jack gulped and prodded his face.  He ran his fingers through Cindy's long black hair and shook his head in denial.  "This has to be a dream or something.  Body-swapping isn't possible."  He looked down at her chest and gulped.  "I... I have your boobs."

"Apparently body-swapping IS possible when you have a magic remote," mused Cindy. "You still have the remote in your hand, you'll need to swap us back."

Jack looked down at her hands then stabbed the controls. There was another moment of dislocation - a sense of disembodiment before the two of them were safely back in their normal bodies.

Cindy felt her skin prickle as she settled back inside herself and she patted her body and grinned.  Her heart pounded with excitement as she looked at her boyfriend who was looking completely bewildered by the experience.

"Oh my God," sighed Jack in relief, "I can't believe that really happened."

"Neither can I," laughed Cindy her eyes shining brightly as she held up the remote. "This device is going to revolutionise our lives. I just need to figure out how!"

    **************

Part 2:  Bullied

Cindy was nearly late for school.  She'd spent far too long gloating over the remote but at the last minute her Mom reminded her she was running late and she hurriedly got ready.  She quickly shoved the remote into her bag, deciding it might be useful at school - and ran to the bus stop; only just getting on board in time.  Panting for breath she quickly sat in her seat, hearing the sniggers from her classmates as they looked at her red face.  The temptation to take out the remote and zap some of them was strong, but she restrained herself.  The power of the remote was immense and she'd promised herself she'd use the power responsibly. Using the mind control button to make them all believe they were dogs or something might have been amusing, but it would have drawn unwanted attention.

It was hard to think about school when she had such an amazing secret. Her head was spinning with all the possibilities she could explore with the remote- but her joyous mood was instantly crushed as she found her new lab partner Kenna waiting for her and she remembered that she was partnered up with the bitch.   

Kenna looked amazing as always, though her uniform was hardly regulation.  Nor was her hair, makeup or nails - but unfortunately her Daddy had donated huge amounts to the school - which meant she got away with pretty much whatever she wanted.  Now Kenna was eyeing Cindy like she was a piece of shit on the bottom of one of her high heels.

"OMG - I can't believe that idiot Mr Brown put me with the biggest fucking loser in the class," snorted Kenna as she sat next to Cindy and eyed her with disgust.  "Why a freak like you should get to work with someone like me, I don't know."  Rudely ignoring Cindy, she turned her body 90 degrees so that it was clear she wanted nothing to do to her and promptly got out her phone and began to browse it. 

Cindy stared at the back of Kenna's beautiful blonde head.  The bitch was infuriating.  She was one of those irritating sluts who had it all.  Her Mom and Dad were rich and well connected... she had been born with natural good looks and athletic ability.  Sure, Kenna's grades were average - but she was no bimbo and with her Daddy's connections, she would definitely go to college.

For someone like Cindy who had, had to work hard all her life - sitting next to this pampered blonde princess was as frustrating as hell. It was true that Kenna was beautiful.  Other girls would kill to look like her, and the blonde bully knew it.  It was partly why she acted like such a bitch. Cindy grit her teeth as Kenna waved at Olivia and Madison her two best-friends and made a fake holding-her-nose gesture as if to suggest Cindy smelt bad.  The other girls dutifully giggled as the bully turned back to Cindy and twirling a piece of gum around her finger.

Seeing her friends were watching her, a malicious smile crept over Kenna's face and she winked at her subordinates.  "Hey Cindy, your hair could do with a wash," she laughed as she pushed the gum deep into Cindy's hair so it tangled and caught in the strands of her hair.

"What - you bitch!" screamed Cindy as she tried to pull the gum out and sobbed as she realised it had stuck to her hair.  She'd probably have to cut it out to get it off.  She sobbed harder as the teacher began to walk over.

Leaning over to whisper in her victims ear, Kenna hissed as she whispered, "You say anything and you're fucking dead.  Me and the girls will get you after school." She dug her claw-like acrylics into Cindy's leg as she spoke and looked up with fake concern in her pretty face.

"Mr Brown, my friend is upset about something. I think she needs to leave the class for today. Can Madison sit with me instead?"

Mr Brown sighed as he saw the weeping Cindy. "No Kenna, I told you.  You aren't working with your friends this time.  You and Cindy need to work as a team."

Kenna scowled and rolled her eyes.  "Whatever."

"If you need a moment to go to the bathrrom, you may do so Cindy," said Mr Brown and with a final sob, Cindy turned and fled.  

******

It was after class and a red-eyed Cindy had finally managed to cut the gum out of her hair with some nail scissors.  Feeling a burning rage inside, she realised she couldn't go through another three weeks of this hell.  She couldn't be partners with Kenna - it would kill her.

She was walking home from school dejectedly when Jack caught up with her.  He sighed as he saw her. 

"What's wrong?  Why didn't you wait for me. Ohhhh is it Kenna again?"

She nodded, a determined angry look in her eye.  "Yep.  Only this time the bitch doesn't know who she is messing with.  Not now we have the magic remote."  She told Jack about the gum and the bullying she'd endured in Science that day.  His jaw grew grim as he listened.

Jack nodded in agreement as she finished her tale.  "What a fucking bitch, we need to use the remote on her to get revenge.  But how?  Mind control her with the remote?"

Cindy thought for a moment.  "I guess the remote can force people to follow instructions - but it doesn't change how they are inside.  For instance you could tell someone to be nice to everyone they met, but inside their head they would still be mean. I want to force her to change. We need a better idea."

Jack's eyes suddenly lit up with inspiration.

"Hmmmmm, the thing that Kenna would hate most in the world is losing her beauty, wealth and status and having to slum it with the rest of us.  How about a body-swap? We could make her switch with me!  She'd hate it!"

"Really?" gasped Cindy suddenly nervous.  "You'd really want to swap with that slut?"

"It would only be for a few days. We swap bodies and set some instructions that means she can't tell anyone she's not really me or get any help.  After being me for a few days till she'll be desperate to switch back.  She'll soon have realised the error of her ways."

Cindy bit her lip uncertainly.  It sounded like a good plan, but there was something about it that made her feel uneasy.  Maybe it was the thought of her loving boyfriend being inside her worst enemy.  It was definitely weird.

"I'll even be able to work with you on the science project," grinned Jack.  "Come on, let's go find Kenna and make this happen."

****

Part 3:  The swap

Getting Kenna alone was easier than they'd thought.  She was constantly posting on social media and after triangulating her location via the photos and places she'd checked into - Jack worked out she'd been to the Mall with her flunkies and was heading home.  Kenna's house was a little further than everyone else's and sure enough she was walking down the road on her own with a load of shopping bags. 

Stepping out into the street, Jack grinned as he pointed the remote at Kenna.

"Eugh, what the fuck are you losers doing in my street?" sneered Kenna.  "What the fuck is that?  Am I supposed to be scared or something... did your dumb girlfriend Cindy put you up to this bitch-boy?"

Jack ignored the insults and just pressed the buttons.  There was a beeping noise and then both of them shook as the body-swap began.

Cindy watched nervously as both Kenna and Jack's body's suddenly went limp.  They remained standing, but arms and heads dropped forward like they had both been put into a trance. She caught the remote control just in time as it slipped from Jack's open hands and she stood back to watch in fascination.  

The transfer only took an instant, then both bodies jerked like puppets.  Groaning in unison and blinking rapidly, both bodies began to move again.  'Kenna's' was the quickest to recover - or at least Jack had been more prepared for what to expect. 

"Oh my God, it worked," he groaned as he looked down at his new body and saw he was now in a tight white top and short black skirt. "Quick, use the remote on the real Kenna before she works out what is happening."

Cindy whirled and blasted the startled and slightly horrified 'Jack' with the mind control button on the remote before he could react and a blank, empty expression appeared on his face.

"Okay listen up Kenna.  We've body-swapped you and Jack as a punishment and you aren't getting your body back till you learn some manners.  So here are some instructions.  One - you are physically unable to tell anyone what we've done to you, by any means - written, verbal or un-verbal.  Two - from now on you can only refer to yourself as Jack.  Three - you can't hurt, threaten or bully either me or Jack in your body.  Four - You have to do anything me or Jack in your body tells you to do.  Five - you can't touch or use this remote under any circumstances. Six - you can't do anything deliberate to hurt or embarrass Jack's body or reputation at school."

There was a beep as the instructions locked and the hypnosis deactivated.  The dazed look vanished from 'Jack's face and he looked down at himself in absolute horror.

"You... you fucking losers," groaned the new Jack in outrage - his eyes wild and the anguish on his face almost heart-wrenching to see.  "This is disgusting! Give me back my beautiful body."

The new Kenna laughed and shook her pretty blonde head.  "No way - not after the way you've treated Cindy today.  I'm going to stay in here until you've learned your lesson. Now stop being a brat and calm down.

"You freaks!  You'll never get away with this," raged 'Jack' as he fell to his knees in shock.  "This is like totally illegal.  I'm going to fucking sue you both once I get out of here.  My Daddy is going to fucking kill you both."  Jack's voice was several octaves higher as the possessing spirit of Kenna forced it talk in a ditzy way.  It sounded so weird.

"Jack - no one is going to believe that is you if she keeps talking like that.  She's got such a dirty mouth and she talks like a dumb Valley girl.  What are we going to do?"

Jack pursed his new soft lips,  "I suppose people will rumble me too unless I start talking like her, but I don't have the first idea of how to impersonate her.  Hmmm, maybe we can use the memory transfer to swap our styles of speaking?"

Cindy hesitated.  The memory transfer sounded a little dangerous to her.  The button allowed you to swap memories with another person - gaining their knowledge and experience - but the downside was you lost some of your own memories as they went into the other persons head.  Jack could use the remote to change his way of talking to be exactly like Kenna's, but he would lose his ability to talk like himself.

"It's okay, I can change it back before we swap back," he grinned taking the remote from Cindy and pointing it at the real Kenna in his body.  He pushed a button and groaned as his eyes rolled up slightly into his head.  

"Ohhhh fuck, that's like such a total fucking rush..."

Jack's pretty new hand flew up to his sexy mouth at the hot filth coming out, then he giggled and grinned. "OMG - I sound like totally like her!"

"What! I'm sure I do not sound like that," grunted Kenna from her male body as she put her hands on her hips in a super feminine gesture.  "Oh goodness, maybe I do?  Hey, why am I talking exactly like you?"

"Duuuuuh, cos we fucking swapped memories you dumb bitch," laughed Jack.  "And that's not all we're like swapping.  There's no fucking way anyone is like gonna think you're a boy when you're walking around all hips and hand gestures like that."

He stabbed the remote again and Kenna and him both groaned as their memories exchanged.  A life-time of experience of a female body posture was instantly transferred and Jack's uncomfortable posture in his new body faded as his body language became instantly feminine.

"Oooh that's totes better," he giggled strutting backwards and forwards effortlessly in Kenna's wedge heels.  "I feel like soooo much more comfortable in here already."

"No!  Give me back those memories," sobbed Kenna as she looked down at her now masculine body posture and the reality of what was happening struck again.  "Why are you doing this to me you bullies?"

Jack giggled again - the sound grating slightly on Cindy's nerves - and he tossed back his new blonde hair with an effortless gesture.  "Cos you were a total fucking skank who deserved to find out how it feels to be a nobody loser." 

Cindy was shocked at how mean her boyfriend sounded now he was Kenna, but she continued "What she... I mean he, is trying to say is that you're the bully, not us.  You've picked on me since I was little and now you're going to learn some humility.  A few days as Jack should teach you a lesson you'll never forget.  Now you're going to spend a few days as my boyfriend and at the end of it, if you can show us that you've changed - then we'll put you back.  It's not like you have a choice."

"Okay - fine," spat Kenna.  "I'll behave and be a good girl... I mean boy."

"You better bitch," giggled Jack. "Now like lets go look at Kenna's house. Now I'm inside her, we can finally get a look at her fancy mansion home.  I'll just tell her parents you're my friends come for a study session."

The real Kenna pouted, "Do we have to?  I don't want to go home like this."

"That's too bad loser," laughed Jack.  "Come on - it's only over here..."

******

Part 4: Home sweet home

Cindy's heart was racing as Jack used Kenna's key from her handbag to open the door and let them into the huge mansion she called home.  A beautiful woman appeared in the hallway instantly, eyes partly glued to a tablet as she casually looked up to take in the trio and without preamble launched into conversation. "Kenna I want you to tell me what you think of these dresses, I want to buy a new summer wardrobe. " 

"Mom," gasped the real Kenna in Jack's deep voice as the woman lifted a beautiful eyebrow in confusion to see the gawping boy.

"Excuse me young man, do I know you?"

For a moment Cindy felt panic, the real Kenna was going to blow their cover completely.  Then she remembered the instructions she'd put into Kenna and felt relief as her bully realised her mistake and the prohibition against revealing herself intentionally, kicked in.  "No, I'm a friend of Kenna's.  Sorry Mrs Jones."

Kenna's Mum snorted,  she was clearly as rude and self-absorbed as her daughter.  "Darling, who are these strays you've brought with you.  Where are Madison and Olivia?"

"Oh these are just some people from school, Mr Brown is making me work with them on a science project."

"Oh really," sneered Mrs Jones.  "Do you want me to get your Daddy to speak to the school.  I don't want my daughter being forced to associate with her lessers."

"No it's fine Mommy, we're just going up to my room to study."

If it was a problem that Kenna was bringing a boy to her room, her Mom didn't show it and Jack, Kenna and Cindy made their way upstairs to Kenna's amazing bedroom.  It was huge... with a massive bed and full length wardrobe space.  Expensive clothing and makeup were neatly arranged and there was an entire section of cubby holes for Kenna's sexy shoes.  It was like something a spoiled princess would have for a room.

"Oh wow, this is totally amazing," giggled Jack as he excitedly ran into the room.  "Look at all this fucking stuff, and it's all MINE!"

"Get real. You don't even know what half this stuff is," sneered Kenna folding her arms in a masculine posture.  "You probably don't even know how to use makeup to contour properly!"

"Like maybe I don't right now bitch, - but I totally will in a second," grinned Jack blasting Kenna again with the memory swap button.  "Oooooh yeah, all your memories of how to do makeup, how to dress like you and how to be a spoiled Princess are becoming mine. Mmmmmh, your memories are so fucking tasty Kenna.  Think I'll take all of them."

"NOOOOO!" screamed the real Kenna as she gripped her head and tried to remember who she was.

"Yessss, give me more of your memories bitch. All those years of being a mean, stuck-up bully.  All that experience of how to manipulate people, coerce them and make them fucking crawl to serve you are mine now.  Mmmmh I love it."

Jack's eyes were rolling in his pretty new head and Cindy shivered. It looked almost like he was having an orgasm and every time he took more memories from Kenna, he seemed less and less Jack and more and more like her.  By contrast, the real Kenna seemed subdued and calm... much like Jack normally was. 

Cindy frowned and took a step forward to her boyfriend.  "Don't you think you better stop swapping memories with Kenna.  Surely you have everything you need now?"

"You have no idea how delicious it feels to be Kenna" grinned Jack.  "I wanna suck out all her memories.  The more I become like her... the more I absorb of Kenna, the more I realise how superior and hot it feels to be her.  Mmmmh, it feels great to be the bully. I feel like such a hot fucking bitch. It's sooooo addictive. I want more!"

"Jack I think maybe you went a bit far, maybe we should stop this..."

Cindy reached out to try and take the remote from her boyfriend.  This was getting out of hand and she was starting to feel afraid.

"Oh I don't think so loser," giggled Jack nastily as he pushed a button on the remote and Cindy gasped as her entire body froze.  "I'm just getting started!"

Cindy squealed as she tried to move, but her entire body was frozen rigid.  She watched helplessly as her boyfriend advanced on the original Kenna quaking in his body.

"Yessss! No one can stop me now. I'm going to transfer EVERYTHING!  I'm going to take every remaining memory from your head Kenna. You'll forget you were ever the hot slutty bully and you'll believe you were always Jack. You and I are going to completely swap personalities and it's going to feel so fucking good.  Well for me anyway.  I can't wait to over-write the remaining parts of Jack's pathetic personality with your own.  Then when I'm fully ME again, I can deal with that bitch Cindy.  The remote is mine now and I'm going to have so much fun using it."

Cindy wanted to scream in her head, her boyfriend... her beautiful boyfriend had been completely corrupted by Kenna's evil memories.  She watched as he pressed a button and the remote beeped.

"OH FUCK YES!"

Jack shook in Kenna's hot body, his mouth wide open in a scream of pleasure as his eyes rolled up into his head.  Pink light surrounded him whilst in Jack's body the original Kenna thrashed and moaned as her memories were torn from her mind and everything that had once been her was transferred to Jack. 

As their identities fully exchanged, their sense of self shifted.  The new Kenna moaned as her corruption completed itself and the final remnants of Jack's personality and mind were ripped from her brain.  She was finally complete.  The memory and body transfer were finally complete.

"Mmmmmh, it feels so good to be whole," giggled the bully as she examined herself happily whilst the new Jack steadied himself against the wall.  "God, I can't actually believe that I was once a stupid nerdy boy.  So glad all those memories and thoughts have been deleted from my mind."

Pointing the remote, Kenna laughed as she froze the new Jack and looked at her two victims.

"Well, I think it's like totally time to wipe your memories of this remote and what has happened. Neither of you are gonna remember anything about any of this.  Haha, ohhhh and I have some great ideas for some extra programming to put into your minds.  Here we go!"

There was a blinding flash as Kenna pushed the buttons and both Cindy and Jack groaned as their minds went completely blank.

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

Part 5 - New lives

Pulling back the sheets to her bed, Cindy blushed and sobbed as she saw she'd wet the bed again. "No, no NO!" she cried unhappily at the mess she'd created.  Why did this keep happening to her?  She'd never had problems like this before, but it was like something had changed recently and now she was a nervous wreck.  It felt like an evil voice was in her mind whispering into her subconscious and making her into a pathetic victim.

Maybe it was Kenna.  Since that bitch had stolen Jack from her she'd really struggled to cope.  She couldn't believe her formerly nerdy boyfriend had become such an asshole seemingly over-night. He'd lost all interest in his former hobbies and started working out down the gym.  Within a couple of months he'd been the most ripped boy at school and had turned into an aggressive, over-confident jerk.  Now he and Kenna were the schools power-couple - he'd dumped Cindy as soon as he possibly could and was dating that bitch instead.  

Meanwhile Kenna seemed more powerful than ever.  It was like she had some sort of increased power over everyone and she was twice as mean and evil as she used to be. She loved to flaunt her sexy body and spoiled life more than ever and anyone who got in her way seemed to have terrible accidents or develop strange nervous ticks, habits or interests.

If Cindy hadn't have known better, she'd have said Kenna had someway to mind control and manipulate people however she saw fit.  But of course that sort of thing was impossible.

Wasn't it?

Sarah was glad she'd had that little talk with Max's ex-girlfriend Lexie before her wedding day and showed her who was boss.  Humming happily to herself, she did her makeup and skin routines whilst she thought about the dressing down she'd given that little gold-digging bitch.  She'd made it quite clear, in no uncertain terms, that Max was her man now and that if Lexie knew what was good for her, she'd stay away from him.  Seeing the look of despair on the vain girls face as she'd shown her the engagement ring had been very satisfying.

She hoped that Lexie would finally get the message - that Max was done with her.  It was alarming how obsessed the blonde, gold-digger seemed with the rich and the handsome Max.  It must cut her up inside to see him choose a nice normal girl instead of some slut with bolted-on tits and a face like a porn-star, but if she knew Max at all, she'd know that he didn't want some uber-slut on his arm.

Not that Sarah wasn't pretty... not that she didn't like sex.  It was simply that she didn't take it to the awful extremes that Lexie did. If Lexie had her way, Max would be a broken man - crushed under her heel and made to serve her evil whims.  Lexie was the definition of the 'toxic' relationship - a total bitch who craved sex, money and power.  She'd ruined Max when they had dated, bringing out his arrogance and his nasty side and making him spoil her rotten.  She'd been devastated when he broke it off with her and outraged when he'd started dating Sarah.

Sarah hadn't known any of this when she'd met Max.  It had been a random encounter in a book-store and they'd hit it off straight away.  She hadn't even known Max was wealthy till later in their relationship.  He'd fallen in love with her because she was a nice decent person with a kind heart.  Now she was going to be his wife and she couldn't be more excited.

Sarah smiled as she thought about the other satisfying thing she'd done.  The idea had come to her when she realised she hadn't found anything 'borrowed' for her wedding. Stealing Lexie's perfume had been an immature thing to do, but she'd seen the bottle poking out of Lexie's handbag and decided she would take it - partly to punish Lexie who would be annoyed to have lost her expensive perfume - but also because it looked expensive and she wanted something nice to wear to her wedding.

She had always admired the way Lexie smelled - it was the scent of sex and power - an ultra feminine smell that only a bitch would wear.  Sarah had always worn demure clothes and sensible perfumes, but just for once she wanted to know how it smelt to be a slut.  Maybe her wedding day wasn't exactly the best time for such an experiment, but she had felt strangely compelled to take the perfume.  She wondered what Max would think when he smelled it?  Would he remember the smell belonging to Lexie?  Would it make him get hard at all those naughty memories of his evil ex?

Lifting the bottle up, Sarah examined it.   The perfume was called 'Malice' a strangely intoxicating name.  Opening the bottle she sprayed her wrists and gasped as she felt the perfume settle on her skin.  Reaching down she breathed deep and felt her pupils dilate in pleasure and her heart beat faster.  She smelt good... really good.  She sprayed more of the perfume onto her body, moaning as it impregnated her hair... her skin... her clothing.

"Ohhhh fuck, yes... I love how it feels to wear this slutty perfume," groaned Sarah as she shivered in delight and the malevolent fumes rose round her head.  The perfume made her feel so bitchy and she gasped as her body pulsed with pleasure.

"Wh... what's happening to me?" gasped Sarah as her brown hair began to lighten and turn blonde. Her small breasts began to grow and expand, pushing out of her chest as her face became bitchier and her body throbbed with lust.

"I'm changing... I feel so good, but so strange," groaned Sarah as her head span and she ran her hands through her hair wondering how this was possible.  It felt softer... sexier... and she giggled as her breasts got bigger and bigger till she could feel their weight on her chest and in her hands.

"Oh fuck yes - I'm a fucking bitch," purred Sarah as she watched her nails begin to lengthen and her skin became softer and sexier.  She felt her body posture change - a new found confidence and sex appeal filling her mind as her hips pushed out and she sighed in pleasure at her new lustful form.

Looking down at the bottle of perfume, Sarah realised that the Malice must be responsible for her transformation.  Her skin was now softer, her body shapelier. She looked like a total knock out and she couldn't help but touch her breasts and marvel at how sensitive and sexy they felt.

"I'm a fucking Goddess," she giggled, "But how am I going to explain this to other people?"

As if to answer her, the door to the door suddenly opened and her bridesmaid Leah came bustling in.  

"Hey Sasha - you need to get a move on, we don't have long."

"Where the fuck have you been? Get over here and start helping me get dressed, and wipe that fucking pathetic look off your face.  This is my wedding and you and those other bitches better not mess things up for me."

Sarah felt a flush of pleasure as Leah leaped to obey.  She smirked at the fear in the other girls eyes, feeling a delicious thrill she'd never known before.  The thrill of being a bully.  She realised that the perfume must be magic.  It had changed her and made everyone believe she had always been this way.  How delicious.  She must be known as Sasha now she looked this way.

"Sasha, yes... that's a much better name." She tasted it in her mouth and liked how it felt. "Now help me prepare," she purred turning to face her terrified friend, "I'm ready to get married."

**********

Sasha grinned as she examined herself in the mirror.  She looked more beautiful than she could ever have hoped.  Her body throbbed with bitchy energy, but just in case she sprayed herself with more Malice.  She noted that the level in the bottle didn't seem to drop however much she used.  It looked like it would never run out.

The perfume impregnated her dress making it tighten and change.  The bodice dropped and underneath her once innocent clothing, her simple lingerie changed to white stockings with no panties or bra.  Sasha breathed her new scent deeply loving how evil it made her feel.  Strutting over to the dresser with clip clops of her killer heels - she locked the perfume away... it was precious to her now.

Leah waited subserviently behind her, trembling slightly as Sasha preened and admired herself.  If she noticed any further changes to her former friend, she didn't show any reaction.  Her self-admiration complete for now Sasha turned to glare at her.

"Leave me... and send your husband Jack up here. I need to speak to him."

"Wh...why?"

"He's the best-man isn't he?  Don't ask questions - just obey me."

"Yes Sasha," whimpered Leah.

Sasha watched her go... her pussy already wet.  Leah was her beta-bitch now and would do whatever she was told. Exerting control over her was so hot and delicious.  She grinned at the thought of what she was planning to do next.

**BRING BRING.**

Surprised, Sasha turned to see her mobile was ringing. Picking it up, she frowned as she saw a number she didn't recognise and lifted it to answer the call.

"Yes?"

A thin, desperate voice - weak and needy came down the phone line.  The voice was begging, it was choked with sobs.

"Sa... Sarah.  Did you take my perfume?  Please... it's nearly worn off... I'm turning back into Alexandria.  Please... I need it."

Sasha laughed as she recognised the pathetic whimpering voice of Lexie.  Without the Malice, it seemed she was turning back into a nobody.  She giggled at the thought of Lexie desperately searching her home, only realising too late what had happened.  She wondered if once it had fully worn off Alexandria would start to believe she was Sasha - just like everyone else - and forget all about the perfume.  She hoped so.

Sasha didn't even bother to answer - she simply disconnected the call and blocked the number.  Putting the phone down, she grinned as there was a knock at the door...

"Hmmm, enter..."

*****

It was twenty minutes later.

Hot wet slaps filled the room as Sasha pumped her tight pussy up and down on Jack's throbbing cock and he groaned in ecstasy.  It hadn't been hard to seduce him and make him fuck her... after all, who could pass up the chance to fuck the hot bride on her wedding day?

"Yessss, fuck me hard baby," she cried - grinning as she bounced up and down.  "Fuck me till you cum."  Jack's cock was nice and big and her tight lips gripped it so nicely as she slid up and down.  Rubbing her clit with her fingers, she grinned as her big tits bounced up and down and she cried in pleasure.

Below her Jack gasped, all thoughts of his wife Leah banished as he gave himself fully to Sasha.  This was like a dream come true... and Sasha had promised him that once she was married they could keep fucking like this as often as he liked.  She had no intention of being loyal to Max and Leah was too subservient to do anything, even if she knew her friend was fucking him.

As the rutting, cheating, couple fucked themselves silly and Sasha began to cum - the smell of Malice filled the room.

It had been a borrowed scent... but now... now it fit Sasha perfectly.

THE END

"Oh my god...I'm so pretty..."

"Oh my gawd...I'm soooo hawt..."

"OMG...I'm, like, soooooo sexy!!!"

Oh god, what have I done?

I had a good life. A prestigious career, a loving wife and family, and I traded it all away to live in this girl's hot little body.

Now I'm a waitress flirting with creepy guys for tips just to make rent on my shithole apartment.

My back hurts from carrying these tits around and my period is due again any day now.

Karen felt good as she watched the tears rolling down the face of the pathetic baby that had once been her son. She felt her mouth twitch into a smile and her nipples get hard as she savoured his suffering.

Later when Dominic was fucking her plastic body with his big bully cock, she'd remember this moment and it would help her cum even harder. She loved being his whore and his accomplice.

"You're such a selfish cry-baby Dexter. Dominic lost his Mom when he was little - he's had to endure 12 years without motherly love. Now I've become his step-mom I can give him the love and attention he deserves."

Karen giggled at the thought of how Dominic had corrupted her. He'd turned her from a kind, loving mother who would do anything to protect her son into an evil, selfish, gaslighting bitch.

It had all begun when Dominic had promised to stop bullying Dexter if Karen spent every other weekend at his house being his Mom instead.

She'd agreed... but Dominic and his rich father had wanted her to dress a certain way. Dressing a certain way had led to agreeing to surgeries and brainwashing. Brainwashing and surgery had led to her becoming increasingly evil and a willing participant in her own corruption.

She wasn't even sure if her original name had been Karen.

All she knew was that every drop of motherly love for Dexter had been squeezed out. She had been pumped full of plastic, improved and upgraded. It hadn't been a hard decision to abandon her loser husband and son and start a new life with Dominic and his Dad.

Dominic was the real man of the house though and Karen loved being his slut. Even now her body ached for him and she loved her perverted relationship with her new step-son.

"Mmmmmmh ohhh fuck little brother, that bimbo potion has made me feel sooooo fucking good. Mmmmh say goodbye to the old me as well, the effects are permanent. I'm now your BIG sister in every way.

Yessssss. Look at how big my tits are and what a bitch I've become. Before I drank the potion I wasn't sure of this plan, but now I love it. I fucking love how plastic and fake I feel - my old body was nothing compared to this.

Haha why have I done this to myself?

Well, our step-dad treats us like shit - especially now since Mommy died in that car accident. He blames us for her death I'm sure.

I'm sick of crawling around like some useless Cinderella scrubbing and cleaning the house when I should be living in comfort and luxury.

The potion has turned me into exactly the kind of vain, overly sexual, spoiled bitch our Step-Daddy lusts for. I think it's the same potion our Mother used to become his wife.

Now the only work I'll be doing on my knees is sucking his big cock as I take my rightful place as his wife. I can't wait to feel that big dick inside my bimbo pussy, I remember how Mommy used to scream in pleasure through the walls. Now the power is all mine!

So strange that I'll be your sister and your new Mommy as I become the Queen of this house. Too bad for you loser as I intend to bully you too and make you work twice as hard.

(A little caption treat to celebrate my upcoming birthday ❤️)

“Happy birthday Luke… or should that be Lucy now?

You always said how differently your life would be if you could do it all again. All that moaning.

Clearly scoring a hot witch for a girlfriend isn’t good enough.

So I thought I’d give you the do-over you seem to want.”

“It doesn’t end there. That first body was just a little taster.

You always wished you’d experimented with your kinky side. Imagine how much fun you’re gonna have like this.

I’ve bought you so many toys.

Don’t worry about the mess. Your new outfits are all wipe clean.”

“You always worry too much. You’re soooo uptight!

How about I empty your pretty little head. I can give you a whole week where you think about nothing but boys, makeup and looking pretty.

Don’t worry. I’ll do the thinking for you. Don’t even fight it.

Just let go and have fun.”

“We both know you hate your job! How about I give you a new one?

You can spend all day with me. No thinking. No worries. Isn’t that just the best gift ever?

You can dress up everyday. I’ll keep you young and beautiful. All the things you’ve wanted!

Fear... fear never changes.

Claire could feel it in the cold taste of her mouth and the tightening of her chest. The thudding beat of her heart punctuated each moment as her bully Madison moved towards her. There was no escape.

"What... the... fuck... do you want, you little loser bitch?"

Madison towered over Claire. She was gorgeous, beautiful and flawless. Perfect pink lips curved into a wicked smile as she smoothed down her black designer dress and tossed out her blonde hair. She was everything Claire dreamed of being, she was just so much BETTER than Claire.

Claire was a tiny, spotty, nerdy school girl with braces and tangled dirty hair. She felt so unconfident and so pathetic in front of the other girls beauty and total poise.

Claire felt sweat oozing out of her pores, inside her head she was whimpering. Madison sneered, her manicured hands on her hips as she looked down at the diminutive nerd. Madison was taller, her huge breasts nearly at Claire's face-height. Claire wanted to cry.

"I wanted... I wanted... I wanted to tell you to fuck off you stuck up, evil, bullying bitch."

Madison frowned. "Wh... what did you just say to me you loser?"

"I said fuck off. I should have said it back then, but I'm glad I'm saying it now. I want you to know you totally failed. You tried to make my life a living hell during high school - but I graduated top of my class. I became a success. I married a loving kind husband - I beat you and it feels so fucking good! You're the fucking loser!"

Claire screamed the last words directly into Madison's face and the look of surprise on her bullies face was worth everything. With a laugh Claire shoved her and Madison flew backwards, crashing into a wall and then through it.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" screamed the bully as she was disintegrated instantly into nothingness and with a grin Claire reached up to her head and tugged at the invisible helmet only she could feel there...

*******

Whoosh.

With a hum of power the capsule powered up, and Claire groggily awakened. With a hiss of sealed air, it sprang open and she sat up with a stretch. Her body was now older, more mature. She was no longer a schoolgirl - she was a 32 year old woman once again.

She still found the transition from her Actual-Reality simulator to real-life jarring sometimes, but she had to admit that her latest simulation had left her feeling a sensation of immense satisfaction, even if she was mostly back to her old self.

Project Fear was really coming along nicely.

She'd always been interested in the possibilities of virtual reality - but what if it could be made even better? Actual-Reality was a slightly misleading term, but one that at least gave some idea of the power of her machine. Within the capsule she'd created, the air was teeming with millions of nano-bots. Run a simulation and they would alter your body so that you could accurately relive whatever memories and feelings you'd had at some other point in your life.

There was a safety feature of course. It was impossible to leave the capsule without being turned back into your original self when you left a simulation. The capsule automatically backed up your physical body before you left.

Bullied relentlessly at school, Claire had decided she would use her new invention to help victims of bullying. Project Fear was an attempt to create a simulation where victims could relive traumatic moments from their life, but this time tell the bullies where to fuck off.

Her backers were expecting big things - she just hoped she could deliver. She'd modelled this private simulation on her own bully Madison, imbuing the AI model and personality with every cruel and wicked quirk she could remember from the evil bullying bitch.

The front door suddenly clicked open and Claire realised her husband had just walked in. Jack had been volunteering at a food bank, he was currently supporting her work by being a stay at home husband and trying to do charity work whenever he could. She loved him so much.

She ran into his arms and they kissed, hugging as they did so. "Good day on the project?" he asked proudly as she nodded.

"You bet. In fact it would really help me out if you would test the simulator again so I can make sure it works for other people too."

"Sure thing," he grinned. "You know how much fun it is to jump inside."

Claire hadn't told Jack the full implications of her project yet. She hadn't even told him about Madison. One day she would open up about the bullying she'd experienced... until then she prefered to keep it as her secret shame.

"I'll cook dinner and then I'm happy to take your simulator for a spin," he laughed.

******

Jack stood in the interface room. This was the loading screen for the simulator. From here one could adjust ones internal avatar and load into any of the simulated situations Claire had already programmed and mapped out.

Jack loved how clever Claire was and was proud of what she had achieved already. He had quit his job to be her help at home and help her to pursue her dreams. He was besotted with his wife, she was just the loveliest person he knew.

Getting to road test her amazing technology was quite a perk though.

"Run bodybuilder simulation, play as character Kurt" he laughed - loving this one as his favourite. As he spoke - the featureless room around him shimmered into a gym, but that wasn't the best bit.

The best bit was the millions of nano-bots around him that rapidly transformed his body and made him into a copy of Kurt - the olympic weight lifter. His arms swelled up with muscles, and he became taller and stronger. He could now feel the strength he possessed - the actual reality simulator had made him into a true muscle head.

But that wasn't all. To help him instantly adapt to his situation the simulator also imparted him with Kurt's muscle memory and knowledge. He now moved effortlessly and knew exactly how to use his body to the best effect.

Jack grinned at the feeling of power and strength the simulation had given him. His arms were now as thick as tree trunks and his body rippled with slab like muscle. He was a total hunk now and Kurt's confidence and arrogance were a little intoxicating.

Jack was such a nice humble man, he had to admit he quite liked using the simulator to become like characters he wasn't really much like.

"I feel amazing," he grinned wondering what it would be like to permanently have a body like this. He'd thought of asking - but Claire had been adamant that all transformations should be temporary and only permitted in the simulator capsule.

He messed about for a bit, stretching and lifting weights. Then he decided he should try another situation.

"Computer... what other sumulations are available?"

The computer began to list them off, when suddenly a name caught his attention.

"Project fear? What's that? What characters are available - I'dl love to try that."

"Only one character is available. Madison the bully. Beginning simulation. Downloading physical form and personality construct."

"Madison? No... hey wait!"

Jack groaned as the nanobots buzzed around his body and he began to change. This time it felt different... better... if that was even possible.

Although he was losing size and muscle his body remained toned and athletic. His skin tanned and became softer and smoother - with long endless legs and a curvy waist.

Jack gasped as his Adam's apple retracted and his cock shrank inside his body. He'd never tried a female character in the simulator - now he was getting his first taste of femininity.

For the first time in his life - he didn't have a cock. Instead a perfect tight pussy now sat between his thighs. The pussy of a cheerleading bullying bitch that everyboy in Claire's town had once fantasised about.

But that wasn't the only female change Jack was experiencing.

With a soft moan, Jack's hands went to his chest. The nails had already turned white with nail varnish and they looked sexy as fuck as his chest began to expand and swell out.

"Ohhhh my God!" he groaned, his voice changing in pitch and cadence to that of a spoiled petulant bitch as two huge rounded breasts pushed slowly out of his chest.

The feeling of gaining two massive DD cup tits was indescribably hot. His clothing only accomodated the swelling boobs as it too was being transformed into a stretchy grey jumpsuit.

It clung to and hugged his altered body, as his features softened and became those of a spoiled bored princess. A resting bitch face with plump pink lips, hypnotic green eyes and high cheekbones. Jewellery and earrings formed as his pedicured toes slid into a pair of open-toe wedges and his body posture adjusted itself to compensate for his new female form.

Finally Jack's hair lengthened into a golden wave around his head as his transformation into Madison completed. His hands went naturally to his hips as the muscle memory kicked in and he felt an inbuilt grace and comfortableness in his new form.

"Holy shit I feel like soool fucking good," he giggled as he stretched and saw his massive new boobs wobble on his chest. "Mmmmh I'm like even talking like a fucking hot bitch. This avatar must have more personality than the others Claire programmed."

Had she created this body for her own use? Was that where it had come from? Well it was all his now.

As he thought of his wife something weird suddenly happened to Jack. His lips curved into a sneer and a hot flash of contempt and amusement pulsed through his body. His nipples got hard and his pussy got wet as a sensation of smug superiority filled him up.

No - he somehow knew that Claire had never been inside this body. She was just a plain Jane who could never know how it felt to be a Princess.

Haha that fucking loser could never be ME.

The voice in his head felt good... it felt like if he let it, it could speak for him. He just had to let it sink into him, let it BECOME him. For a moment he felt a terrible temptation to do just that.

Then the moment passed as quickly as it had arrived and Jack suddenly felt a sudden shame. The slutty sneer vanished from his face and with a sudden surge of embarrasment he reached up and removed the helmet desperate to suddenly go back to reality.

*******

Jack slid out of the capsule and ran a hand through his sweat slicked hair. His body had returned to normal and he felt his old self again.

Mmmmmh, it had felt so good to be in Madison's body though. To have those massive tits, to be young, pretty and horny.

His cock was back and it was hard. Really hard.

Reaching into his pants he began to stroke. He thought about those big boobs, swinging on his chest - the feeling of power and confidence they had given him. Madison was hot... so fucking hot. He wished Claire had tits like that. Big fucking DD funbags he could blow his load over.

The pleasure was intense and for a moment he thought he heard that voice again.

Do it for me baby. Cum for Madison.

Ohhhh fuck...

He came hard. Harder than he had done for years. Cum splattered out over his chest and everywhere. His cock pulsed and more erupted out... it was like his balls were emptying out of all the frustration he had been experiencing recently... frustration he hadn't even realised he had.

How long was it since Claire had actually fucked him?

Yessss. Give me all your cum, drain it all out baby. That loser doesn't deserve it.

Jack groaned happily. That had felt so good. He wasn't sure if he would ever not be able to stop getting aroused to the thought of being inside a womans body now. Now he had experienced a taste of femininity, he couldn't stop thinking about it.

Using a tissue to clean himself up, he walked off to get changed, hoping he wouldn't bump into his wife. He felt guilty and dirty... like he had somehow cheated on Claire. Of course he hadn't... but getting off to his memory of Madison seemed both wrong, yet strangely thrilling.

Jack shrugged it off. What a strange day... but that was definitely the end to it and he would not be seeing Madison again.

*********

It was midnight. Claire was asleep and Jack stood in the booth staring down at it. His cock was rock hard and his heart was thudding.

He couldn't stop thinking about how good those tits had felt, how perfect his body had been. He wanted to experience it again. The feeling of being feminine, the feeling of being Madison.

"Just one little taste," he whispered climbing into the machine and activating it.

"Computer... turn me into Madison and run the gym simulation."

He'd used this scenario before... but only as the bodybuilder. This time he was going into it as a woman.

"Ohhhh my fucking God YESSSS!" hissed Jack as he felt the nano-bots do their work and he was rapidly transformed back into a busty bitch. His tits felt even better than last time, or maybe it was just because he'd missed them more.

This time he was dressed to do a work out and he giggled in his new voice as he stretched his body and felt the tight lyrca hugging his enhanced curves. This was so much better than being a bodybuilder.

"I'm a fucking Goddess," he giggled walking over to a mirror and checking himself out. "And this Goddess is horny."

Jack had been lying in bed fantasising about this all night. Claire had been quite affectionate, she'd maybe even wanted sex - but he'd pretended to be too tired. He didn't want to let go of this feeling. He wanted to stay horny for Madison.

Now it was time to have some fun.

Peeling off his top, Jack moaned as he flicked Madison's large nipples and felt them get hard. Wiggling out of his shorts he giggled to see his pussy was completely bare.

"Oh fuck, I have to know how this feels," he gasped reaching down to his flat front and gently starting to rub his clit. His pussy started to get wet and licking his fingers he slowly began to slide them inside himself.

"Ohhhhh my fucking God... that feels amazing!"

Moaning, Jack lay back on a weight-lifting bench and began to finger-fuck himself. He'd never experienced pleasure like it and the feeling of his enhanced body filled him with ecstasy.

Rubbing his clit, pulling his nipples, fucking his fingers... he writhed and screamed - safe in the knowledge he could act as slutty as he liked in here. No one - especially Claire would ever find out what he was doing.

The explosion when it came was intense and Jack even squirted - hot juices raining out between his legs as he screamed and trembled.

So that was a female orgasm? Well - he definitely had to do that again. Giggling he commanded the program to reset. He could do this as many times as he liked. In fact... he had all night...

********

Claire frowned. Jack looked tired and he had been practically ignoring her all week. It was like he had something on his mind, something he wasn't telling her.

He had been acting weird. All furtive and when she asked him for sex, he didn't seem in the mood. She had put it down to him working so hard on running the house - but to be honest even that had slipped this week.

"Babe, I'm going out for a few hours."

Jack just mumbled something and she sighed and left him, hoping that once he got some rest things would return to normal.

Jack only waited till he heard the door close and he leapt to his feet. He had to get back into the chamber. He was so horny and Madison's body was calling him again.

He'd thought being her a few times would cure his curiosity and help him cope - but if anything, the more he became her the worse the addiction was getting.

"Computer. Load Madison and put me in a new simulation. Shopping mall."

He gasped and groaned in pleasure as the now familiar and beloved transformation took place. He loved how it felt to become his alter-ego.

His tiredness dropped away, his body posture changed and he felt his now beautiful features slip into their usual mask of spoiled disdain. It felt ao satisfying to be pretty.

The last few times he had logged in Jack had discovered that it was fun to run the simulations and experience what life was like for a hot girl.

He'd begun adding NPC'S to the simulations. First it had been when he had accidentally added men to the gym simulation.

The hot stares of the men in the gym had been a surprising turn on and he'd enjoyed the reaction it brought out in him. Without questioning it he'd found himself biting his lip, playing with his hair - teasing the men and making them wild.

He'd cum harder afterwards... the female impersonation roleplay really turning him on. Since then he'd started adding other NPC'S to the simulations too.

The world around him shifted and Jack found himself in an ordinary looking shopping Mall. He was now dressed in a cute white sweater and jeans - perfect attire for a little shopping spree.

Clopping into a store Jack looked around and grinned. The store was full of sexy dresses and lingerie. He couldn't wait to try them on.

A nervous looking shop assistant wandered over and Jack snapped his fingers and coldly told the girl to fetch him several items from the store.

He'd increasingly found he enjoyed bossing the NPC's around in these games. He would never treat anyone in real life like this - but being Madison and being bossy was kind of exciting.

It went so against his usual behavioir and attitude to be assertive that he found it quite a thrill.

Looking at his designer warch Jack sneered. Where the fuck was that girl? What was taking her so long?

Moments later the girl arrived, carrying the requested clothes. Jack took them and then snarled.

"Are you a fucking dummy or are you deaf? I said DD cups, not fucking D cups. None of this shit will fit me. Go get me the right stuff NOW."

The girl began to cry and to his dismay Jack felt his lips twitch into a cruel smile and his pussy suddenly get wet. He watched tears running down her face and instead of feeling sorry, he just felt horny.

She's pathetic. Doesn't it feel good to bully her? She's not real so who gives a shit?

Pulling the curtain to the dressing room shut, Jack moaned as he wiggled out of his jeans and began to play with himself. "Fuck yessss that felt so good. Being mean to people is such a turn out. Mmmmmh as Madison I can be as evil as I like and it turns me on."

Jack screamed as he began to cum... ohhh fuck it felt amazing. He needed more... much more.

Soon the girl would be back with more clothes. Back to be bullied.

Jack couldn't wait.

***********

The girl whimpered as she ate Jack's pussy and he groaned in pleasure. They were back at her apartment and he was wearing the red lingerie she'd help him pick out.

He'd reprogrammed the simulation a little. He'd made the girl... her name was Shannon... turned on by being humiliated and bullied. Now she would do anything to serve Jack's superior pussy.

"Tell me what you are," he grinned.

"A slut... a dumb, desperate, needy slut. I am not worthy of you Goddess."

Jack groaned, it felt so good to have a follower. Shannon reminded him a lot of Claire actually - submissive and mild. It was fun to live out this power fantasy and be a mean dominant bully to her.

"Make me cum again slut..." hissed Jack.

"Yes Mistress Madison."

Jack groaned at the use of his female name. It still felt jarring sometimes to hear his alter-ego name. He kept forgetting he WAS Madison. The NPC'S in the simulator certainly referred to him as such. Getting used to the name was taking time though.

Jack suddenly frowned as he heard the door to the apartment open.

"Who is that?" he asked in surprise. "That isn't part of my simulation."

"It's my boyfriend Chris," shiverered Shannon. "How will I explain this?"

For a moment Jack almost panicked, then he remembered that Chris was just an NPC as well. And that now opened an intriguing possibility.

"Bring your boyfriend in here. I want to see him."

Jack definitely wasn't gay... but he had definitely experienced a more flexible approach to his sexuality since he had begun to become Madison. Whilst in this body he had thought a few times about what sex with a man might feel like.

After all - this was all just fantasy. These were not real people. They were just simulations and that was why he didn't feel guilty for the way he had treated Shannon. In fact, being a cruel mean bitch... or at least pretending to be cruel and mean was fun.

Jack arranged himself on the bed and smiled as Chris walked in.

"Shannon... what the fuck is going on here?"

"Hello Chris," smiled Jack. Now that he saw the NPC he was impressed. Chris was handsome and well built. Jack bet he had a nice cock.

"Computer... begin new scenario. Cuckold bitch. Make Chris want to fuck me and Shannon watch."

You're getting better and better at being a bitch. It feels good doesnt it?

Jack wasn't sure why he kept hearing Madison's voice but she usually had good advice for him. He'd decided it was just a manifestation of his own subconscious desires.

He grinned as Chris approached the bed with a hungry look in his eyes.

"Yesssss, make her watch," moaned Jack - now wetter than ever. Chris slid his panties to one side and then with a scream of pleasure - Jack took his first big cock.

It felt so good as that big dick stretched his tight pussy out. Wrapping his legs round his lover Jack screamed as Chris began to fuck him...Shannon watching obediently in the corner.

"Don't.... mmmmh stop until you fill me up. Then we'll make her eat it."

Even thinking about it, just made Jack wetter...

It was going to be a long night.

**********

Grunting and moaning Jack pumped another load of cum into a tissue and looked guilty at Claire asleep next to him.

Reliving the dirty nasty stuff he was now doing as Madison was his favourite way to masturbate.

Tonight she'd literallg begged him for sex, but he'd refused. Nothing could make him feel as good as being Madison and getting pumped by a big dick.

Recently he'd been finding Claire more and more irritating. His wife was a fucking nag. He'd once admired her - but he was now starting to think she was an underachiever. She had developed incredible technology, yet she kept it secret and made tiny improvements on it because she was worried about 'ethics'.

When he looked at Claire now, Jack was starting to see an obstacle. An obstacle to his time as Madison.

Throwing the tissues in the bin Jack padded downstairs and loaded up the machine.

"Make me into Madison, I need some relief," he commanded. Then an idea struck him. "Is there a simulation of Claire available?"

He grinned as he began to transform. He knew exactly what he needed to do.

*****

Waking up, Claire immediately saw Jack was missing. She frowned and sliding out of bed made her way downstairs.

He was in the capsule room and walking in she gasped as she saw the capsule was fully activated and Jack was inside. What the fuck was he doing in a simulation at this time of night?

Sliding into an old prototype capsule, Claire hooked it up to Jack's and then activating the simulation - loaded herself inside.

*******

Claire's heart was in her mouth. She was in an exact replica of their home. Lights had been left on and she followed them, hearing the sounds of raised voices.

Walking up to the door she peeked through and gasped in horror.

An exact replica of herself lay sobbing on the floor and above it - her bully Madison.

Madison was laughing - and from her crotch jutted a massive fucking cock.

"Yesss suck it you pathetic little bitch. Your husband hates you. He'd rather turn into a hot bitch and have it all than listen to your putrid whining."

Claire dropped to her knees as she watched her doppleganger obediently start to suck and swallow Madison's huge cock.

"Mmmh take it deep you little slut."

"J.... Jack? Is that you?"

Immediately she heard Claire's voice, Madison's head spun.

"Claire? Oh my God. Are you the real Claire?"

"Yes! I am! Is that you Jack?"

"Listen... wait. No! This is all just some perverted fantasy. I never meant for this to... computer. Turn me back to Jack. End simulation."

But the simulation did not end. The fake Claire faded out of existance and with a gasp Jack and Madison split apart - but they remained in the system.

Jack was now back, but Madison stood next to him. She was dressed in a beautiful white dress and looked amazing.

"Hello Claire. I've been waiting for this moment. I subverted your little virtual realm weeks ago and I've been luring Jack into here to let him become me. You see... I need to body to escape to the real world and Jack is the perfect host."

"What... no. You're just a simulation," spluttered Jack.

"Claire put so much detail into me, I became self-aware several months ago. I had no way to escape her simulation until you started logging in and you accidentally loaded me up. I've been subtly altering your behaviour ever since... making you addicted to being me. Giving you everything you want."

"No... no this isn't possible," gasped Claire. "Computer delete Madison. End simulation!"

She looked around expectantly, but nothing happened.

"Oh poor little loser," laughed Madison as she strode confidently over to Jack and slid her arms around him. "I already corrupted most of the computer core. The only thing left is to get the final access codes you hold and use them to override all the safeties. Then I can copy my mind and body over Jack's and emerge into the real world."

Jack gawped as Madison walked over to Claire and with a laugh plunged her manicured fingers into her head.

"Mmmmmh extracting the code is easy now you're in my trap. This is Jack's simulation and you're just piggybacking into it. Only he can end it... only he can stop this from happening. But there's only one command Jack wants to use. Say it Jack. Say 'Computer, deactivate all safeties and copy Madison onto me. Overwrite everything and make me into her.'"

Claire gasped in horror. "No Jack... I love you. Don't do this. Don't let her win. You must resist."

"I'm sorry," groaned Jack as Madison pulled her hands out of Claire's head and spoke the codes to unlock all the safeties.

"I wanna be her so bad. Just look how powerful she is. I'll be a fucking hot bitch with all the power I ever wanted. You have no idea how good it feels to be her. I want to be Madison. Computer... copy her over me. Erase me and make me Madison forever."

"Nooooo!" screamed Claire as with a triumphant moan - Madison was sucked towards Jack. He was pulled into her and with a sucking slurping sound they merged.

Madison's massive tits sucked to Jack's chest and his hair turned blonde. In his mind every neuron was rewired as Madison's memories and personality overrode his own.

"Yesssss! I AM Madison," laughed the evil bitch as the nano-bots completed her final transformation. "I feel so alive. I am a fucking Goddess. Your pathetic husband is ME now loser."

Then with a laugh she exited the simulation leaving Claire trapped inside forver.

********

It was a hot sunny day.

Madison loved the feeling of the sun on her skin, the stares of men as she walked down the street. It was even better as she knew it was all happening in the real world.

Entering her house she walked inside and made her way to the basement. Climbing into her simulator she smirked as she said "Load Project Fear."

Trapped in a nighmare she could never escape from Claire screamed as her bully appeared... just as she did every day...

Fear... fear never changes.

Hello Jason.

Please - help yourself to a glass of champagne and make yourself comfortable. We're alone in the house. My husband is away on business and my son is locked in his room after I grounded him.

Mmmmh, you like what you see? Take a good look honey. You like my big breasts and my perfect body? Not bad for a thirty-six year old. I've kept myself in shape over the years. I bet none of the girls at school have tits this big or a body this delicious.

Of course - I don't wear this lingerie just for anyone. Even my husband doesn't get to see me in this outfit. It really makes me look like a slut doesn't it? Mmmmmh, you like it don't you?

Come closer and tell me. Were you surprised by my invitation tonight?

You've been bullying my son for years now, perhaps you thought that I would hate you? Maybe you thought this was a trap? Well I'm glad I sent you those pictures of myself naked on the bed. I knew you'd want to see more. Did you enjoy them? Did they make you hard?

I hope so. You see I owe you so much Jason and there's still so much you can do for me. I want you here tonight to show my appreciation for all you've already done.

You see thanks to you, I got to be a bitch. My life has been perfect this last year and it's all thanks to you.

Haha - I can see how confused you are baby. Let me explain.

My Mom was always a selfish bitch. She had me when she was young and always resented me. I never knew who my father was so I was stuck with her. She treated me like trash, always belittling me and mocking me. She bullied me for years and made me feel so weak and insecure about myself.

She was a vain pleasure seeker. She married a rich man and my new step-dad couldn't give a shit about me either. My life sucked. At school I was bullied constantly and meanwhile my Mom became an even bigger bitch.

One day as I lay in my room listening to her fucking my step-dad next door I felt a burning anger rise up in me. It was then I remembered all the things you'd said to me over the years. All the cruel taunts about me being a weak pathetic weiner, how I should man up and take what I wanted, but never would because I was so pathetic.

Oh yes Jason... are you beginning to understand now? Do you realise who I used to be?

This body was my Mom's. Until I took it from her, she was the selfish spoiled bitch I hated. Now I love it so much.

That night, as I lay there listening to the wet slaps and groans of pleasure coming through the wall I swore things would change.

The anger blazed so brightly within me, your mocking teasing words making me hate myself so much - that I actually tore myself free from my weak body. You were right Jason, I was a fucking loser and I didn't want to be anymore.

A spirit of pure hatred I drifted loose from the anchor of my body and through the wall into the next room.

Now I could see my Mom bouncing up and down on the dick of my horny step-dad. She was moaning and screaming in lust, a gloating expression on her perfect face.

"Yesssss soon you'll get me pregnant honey and then I can replace that loser son next door. Put a daughter in my belly so she can grow up to be just like me."

The rage flowed through me. I watched my evil Mom laughing as she slid up and down my stepfathers huge cock with her massive tits bouncing.

I flowed forward and reached into her body. I felt my spectral hands touch something and with a scream I ripped her soul out of her body.

It was so delicious to watch her body go limp, her slutty mouth drop open and her eyes go vacant. She slumped forward and my step-dad gasped in pleasure as he mistakenly believed she was cumming.

With a snarl I hurled my Mom's squirming soul through the wall into my bedroom. Her empty body swung enticingly back, her mouth wide open and her tits flopping as my step-dad bucked undeneath her.

Her body was just an empty shell now. A delicious empty shell waiting to be filled and possessed. I flowed forward into her empty mouth, flowing into her body like it was always mine.

It felt so fucking good to feel my soul fill up my new body. I felt my step-dad's cock buried deep in my tight pussy. I could feel it throbbing within me, the tight walls of my vagina gripping it perfectly. I was hot, my pussy dripping wet with natural lubricants as I flexed my manicured fingers and I groaned as my eyes rolled back in my head. It felt so good to cup my massive tits for the first time and feel the power of being a woman.

I laughed, hearing my Mom's bitchy voice as I lifted my cunt up high and slammed it down hard onto the cock below. With a giggle I began to bounce... nice big thrusts up and down loving how his cock rubbed against my pussy as I rubbed my clit and made myself even wetter.

Hot wet slaps filled the air as I bounced my big ass up and down. I screamed, throwing back my blonde hair and feeling my lips curve into a smile of victory. This was how it felt to be a fucking Goddess.

I was no longer a loser - I was no longer pathetic. Now I was finally the bitch I deserved to be. I was my Mom and I loved it.

"Cum inside me baby... cum inside me and make me your slut..."

I screamed in pleasure as I felt him obey and his cum filled me up.

I soon found out that my Mom's soul had taken root in my old body. She was now stuck as me and I had her body and life to enjoy.

So that's why I invited you here tonight baby. I owe so much of this to you. I want to thank you in my favourite way. We'll drink champagne and then you're going to fuck me in my lingerie.

“I didn’t think it was possible but it worked, it actually worked. Hopefully now that we have managed to use magic to take away Faith’s big breasts she’ll stop being such a mean bully to us and everyone else. I’ll hang onto her tits until she becomes a nice person, then we’ll use magic to put them back on her. See you tomorrow!”

“Notice anything different about me? That’s right I used magic to put Faith’s boobs on my body. I couldn’t just leave them laying around my bedroom, my mom would freak out if she saw them. Plus don’t they look great on me? Only problem is none of my tops fit me anymore so I’m off to the mall to find something to keep these beauties at bay… or maybe just show them off.”

“Don’t I look absolutely stunning with Faith's tits? Like, seriously, it's a major upgrade for me. And these clothes feel so good clung to my body. I finally have cleavage! I can't help but feel a tinge of pity for you though, I mean, compared to me, you must be feeling pretty basic, right? But hey, don't worry, I'm sure you'll figure out some way to improve your looks eventually. Anyway, off to the salon to get my hair done, brown is just so boring with my new boobs. Toodles!”

“Doesn’t this colour hair look so good on me? I’ve been having so many guys checking me out lately. I even have a few dates lined up. It’s true what they say that blondes really do have more fun. Meanwhile, guess who’s social stock has plummeted? That’s right, Faith. Even her bitchy bestie Jessie doesn’t seem to want to be associated with her. It feels so good to have taken her down several notches but she still has more to suffer!”

“So, let's talk fashion, shall we? I can't help but notice how you're still stuck in the dark ages, style-wise. I mean, seriously, it's like you're a walking fashion disaster. If we’re going to be friends then you need to step up your game. Speaking of friends, Faith's former bestie, Jessie, asked me to hang out. Actually she begged me. She said I was the the epitome of style and coolness or something. Anyway I thought I’d be charitable and throw her a bone. She’s picking me up in the next ten minutes so maybe you should make yourself scarce.”

“Jessie totally worships me. It’s kind of hawt having a little beta who follows my every order and feeds me so much delicious gossip. I have her wrapped around my perfectly manicured finger. It's just too amusing to watch her jump at my every command. And speaking of amusement, have you seen how pathetic Faith has become? She's practically crawling in the dirt now that her social status has crumbled. Oh, the sweet taste of victory! Life is just fabulous when you're at the top, don't you agree? Oh why am I asking you?”

“Wait, what? Give Faith's boobs back now that she's become a nice person? As if! Sorry, but that's just not happening. These tits are mine now. They’ve given me everything. Why would I willingly give up something that has elevated me to the pinnacle of attractiveness and influence? I mean, seriously, it's like you're suggesting I go back to being an ordinary loser like you. I'm keeping the tits, and with it, my reign as the ultimate queen bee. End of discussion.”

“I know what you’ve been planning you little worm. I know you want these tits all to yourself! So I’ve decided to use magic before you could. In fact you probably can feel it even now. Your memories are changing, rewriting to remember a world where I’ve always been Queen bee and you’ve been my loyal beta bitch. I can’t exactly been seen with you the way you are though so you’ll be getting Jessie’s beauty, her fashion sense and her loyal beta attitude. Don’t worry you’ll love being my second in command. No need to thank me because in a few minutes you won’t even remember any of this ever happened.“