#corrupted item

So she did. Justifying to herself that she would bring it to the park’s lost and found and hand it in after a quick try. She paired them to her phone, and a notification popped up.

“Install Companion App?”

She hesitated. Then shrugged. Why not? It auto downloaded a sleek looking white noise app called SleepSync. She clicked it and tested the ambient hum. It was soothing. Gentle waves and soft murmurs. As someone who often had trouble sleeping she was curious if it could help her. She knew she should bring them to the lost and found as planned but the urge to test them out were overwhelming.

That night, she put them on before bed. All the white noise playlists had weird sounding names and she picked the less aggressively sounding one, “Confidence Rainstorm”. She drifted off with a smile.

As the sound of rain soothed her into a deep slumber, a woman's voice started to speak to her, growing from a whisper until it was as long as the rain, repeating the same three sentences over and over.

“You’re better than them.”

“People should worship your beauty.”

“Kindness is for losers.”

Waking up on Tuesday morning she felt incredibly refreshed, energetic even. She leapt out of bed with vigour and intent, throwing open her closet and finding something cute to wear, a change from her usual baggy hoodie and old jeans.

“Not bad.” She said admiring herself in the mirror, an unusual thing for her to do. But the attitude change was deeper than she realized.

She barely noticed the way she rolled her eyes at the barista who misspelled her name again. By lunch, she was talking over people in her office book club, annoyed they couldn’t keep up with her analysis. The thought of dropping the headphones into lost and found didn’t even cross her mind.

That night, she used the headphones again. This time the more forceful playlist names didn’t scare her off, they intrigued her. “Empowerment Tides,” “Narcissist’s Lullaby,” “Goddess Frequency.” She picked one at random and the whispers continued.

“Wear something tight today.”

“Take what’s yours.”

“They’re jealous of you.”

By Wednesday, her wardrobe had shifted. No more pastel cardigans and ponytails. Instead a cropped leather jacket, heavy contour makeup, and long nails she got done on her lunch break. She snapped at a coworker who asked if she was okay, taken aback by her sudden changes.

“I’m fine. Try minding your own business next time.” She said without the hint of a joke. She would have berated them more but she received a new notification from SleepSync offering her a free upgrade to DailySync.

“Oh this might help me drown out the stupid questions.” She said pointedly looking at her co-worker as the app installed and she slipped the headphones on. It instantly put her at ease as the soft sounds of crashing waves hid deeper messages.

“You’re the standard. Everyone else is a draft.”

“If they’re not worshipping you, they’re irrelevant.”

“Be cold. Be cruel. Be unforgettable.”

By Thursday she stopped texting her old friends back. She saw them as weak losers not deserving of her time. Time she could be spent working out at the gym. Although the main reason she went to the gym was to have her body ogled by the men and to flood her growing social media following with mirror selfies with increasingly passive aggressive comments.

“Too pretty to care.”

“Bad energy gets blocked.”

“If you can’t handle me, you’re beneath me.”

It was not like she needed to workout anyway, her body seemed to be better and better everyday without her doing anything. She snapped a quick mirror selfie, headphones on, showing just enough cleavage to tease.

Her caption reading, “Broke bitches stay home. Rich bitches lift.”

With the DailySync app already queued up she walked out to the free weights. The gym floor pulsed with bass and whispers. Not music, but bitchy mantras. Ones only she could hear.

“You’re hotter than every other girl.”

“Those girls glancing at you? Jealous wrecks.”

“They wish they had your body, your power.”

She smirked as she loaded the barbell. Across the floor, a girl in a bright pink set tried not to stare. Emily caught her in the mirror and rolled her eyes. Some of the mantras seemed to be coming from her own mind now, in her own voice. Each one more cruel than the last.

“That basic bitch could never compete.”

“Crush them with every rep.”

“Let them know you’re untouchable.”

As she squatted, the whispers flowed in perfect rhythm, syncing with her breath, her motion, her rising vanity.

“You’re not here to improve. You’re here to dominate.”

“Let the betas stare. That’s all they’re good for.”

Emily stood tall, admiring herself in the mirror. Admiring the improvements already. Her chest was bigger, her waist was tighter. She wondered why people complained about working out, it was so easy and the results were amazing.

“Pathetic losers.” She said in unison to the voice in her head.

On Friday Emily strolled into work with glossy lips, an iced coffee in one hand, and her other hand on her hip. She wore a black puffer coat and tight black shirt that showed off her now impressive tits. Her golden tan made her almost look like she was glowing, and her high waisted jeans were so tight they looked sprayed on.

When her boss reprimanded her for her tartiness, she simply scoffed, “You’re lucky I even showed up. In fact, screw this, I don’t need this pathetic job. I’ve got better things I could be doing.”

“Excuse me?” He blinked, taken aback.

She took the lid off of her coffee and pour it directly onto the carpet, smirking the whole time. “I’m too hot, smart, and fuckable to be in this dump any longer.”

She twirled a lock of her dark hair around one finger. “I’ve got 120K followers and counting. Why would I waste my time here pushing paper when I could be pushing a better product? Me!” She flashed a bitchy smile, turned on her heel, and strutted out of the office to the sound of gasps and whispers.

That afternoon, Emily flopped down onto her newly purchased velvet pink chaise, crossed her toned legs, and opened her front camera. The natural lighting was perfect. She adjusted her neckline slightly to show off more cleavage, added a pout, and hit record.

“Hey babes.” She cooed, her voice dripping confidence. “So I’ve made a decision. I quit my job today. That place was a cage, and I’m done being a bird. I’m an eagle. And guess what? I’m going full time influencer.”

She let the pause hang, then leaned in with a knowing smirk.

“But not just any influencer. I’m your goddess now. And if you really want to support my rise, you can start by showing me how devoted you are. DMs are open. Spoil me.”

She tagged it #FinancialDom, #PayPiggy, and #SpoilYourQueen.

The story had barely been live five minutes before the cash started flowing. Venmo. CashApp. PayPal. All pinging.

$50 – “For your coffee, goddess.”

$300 – “New heels for your perfect feet.”

$1,000 – “You’re so hot! Please acknowledge me!”

By evening, she was lounging on her bed in silk, phone in one hand, a glass of sparkling rosé in the other. Every buzz from her phone brought another smile, another giggle. She licked her lips and opened the DailySync app, her headphones slipping onto her silky locks. The white noise faded in, and the whispers took over.

“You are divine.”

“They exist to serve you.”

“Use them. Bleed them dry.”

“Kindness is a scam. Power is everything.”

She closed her eyes, headphones hugging her ears like a crown. Her body relaxed, but her ego, swelled with arrogance and desire. Her hand slipped down her panties as she started to finger herself.

The audio grew darker.

“Make them beg.”

“Tell them they’re worthless without you.”

“They love it. They need it. You deserve it all.”

Emily moaned softly, a smile curling her lips as her inbox flooded with tributes and praise. Her fingers played her pussy like a familiar instrument. She wasn’t just living a new life, she was becoming a new religion.

A new start, a new persona, a new goddess needed a new name. Something with fire and power. A name that came to her as her orgasm hits its peak and her phone buzzed relentlessly.

Ember was born.

Saturday.

The sun beat down on Ember’s oiled skin as she posed beside her pastel pink towel, arching her back just right, her diamond studded sunglasses catching the light. Her caption would read: “Glow different when you know you’re the prize. Donate my little piggies.”

She had already taken fifty photos before noon, most weren’t even for her followers, they were just for her to admire.

As she checked her angles, a shadow fell across her towel. She looked up, annoyed. Standing there was a young woman in a faded grey tee, tangled curls frizzing in the ocean breeze, a nervous bite on her bottom lip.

“Sorry to bother you.” The girl mumbled. “But… those headphones. Did you maybe find them near Willow Park earlier this week?”

Ember tilted her head slowly. The girl looked so familiar. Like someone she used to know. Or someone she used to be.

The girl looked hopeful. “I think I lost them. I… I haven’t been sleeping right without them. I just really need to find them,” Her voice trembled.

Ember slid the headphones off her neck and looked at them. Shiny. Perfect. Hers. She smirked, then slowly shook her head.

“No, babe. I bought these. Maybe take better care of your stuff next time.” Ember said coolly.

The girl blinked, crestfallen. Ember put the headphones back on, the app already filling her with deliciously bitchy mantras.

“Also?” Ember began just as the girl was walking away. “Maybe don’t go up to strangers asking if they found your retainer or whatever. You’re giving desperation.”

The girl turned bright red and Ember smiled in triumphant as she watched her trudge away. She took out her phone and went live with a new selfie video.

“Hi, beta babes. Just had the weirdest fan encounter, if any of you do what I’m about to tell you I’ll make sure you’re doxxed so bad. Now listen to this audacity, this, this little loser came walking up to me...”

After giving up on the bus, Alex hitchhiked most of the way back to their college town and finally arrived at Amber’s sorority house just after 5pm. It was an imposing, over-the-top building, complete with pristine landscaping and a giant Greek-lettered sign on the front but it was also empty thanks to the out of state cheerleading finals. Alex’s heart hammered as she climbed the steps to the door.

As she went to grab the handle of the door it suddenly swung open to reveal the tall, chiseled frame of a guy with sharp green eyes and attractively messy brown hair. Alex knew him as Amber’s trust fund boyfriend Max. His gaze swept over Alex, skeptical and faintly amused.

“Who are you?” He asked, his voice smooth and confident.

Alex stammered, trying to think of a plausible excuse. “Uh… hi, I’m one of your girlfriend’s friends. I, um, left something in her room the last time I was here.”

He smirked faintly. “You’re one of Becky’s friends?” He didn’t even try to hide his disbelief.

Alex panicked, it was worse than she thought. The vibrator had somehow warped reality so Amber wasn’t the top bitch on campus, Becky was. Alex figured she was spared from the memory of this new reality because she was present during its formation. But, she thought, this new world could work in her advantage.

“Okay, okay. The truth is… Becky’s not exactly my friend, not anymore. We used to be friends but then she decided I was better off being her victim. She makes me do her homework. And on the last assignment, I forgot to take my name off it. If she finds out, I’m dead.”

His smirk grew. “So, she’s your bully?”

Alex nodded earnestly, leaning into her pitiful act. “Yeah. Please, I just need to fix it before she gets back. I swear, I’ll be quick.”

He studied her for a long moment, then sighed, stepping aside. “Fine. But make it fast. Becky will kill me if she finds out I let you in.”

Alex rushed past him, her heart pounding. The sorority house was even more intimidating on the inside, filled with pristine furniture, expensive décor, and an air of unearned superiority. She climbed the grand staircase, the sound of her sneakers echoing against the marble floors, and found Becky’s room at the end of the hall.

It was just as she’d imagined, pink and white with designer everything. The bed was piled high with silk pillows, and the vanity sparkled with countless beauty products. Pictures showing Becky, Cassie and Bianca adorned the walls. Alex moved quickly to the nightstand, opening the drawer and rummaging through it until her fingers brushed against something cold and smooth.

She pulled it out and froze. There it was. Amber’s, now Becky’s, full-sized pink vibrator. It was twice the size of the one Becky had used, and its shiny surface gleamed ominously in the dim light. The words ‘Mega-Bitch’ embossed on its surface. Alex didn’t know why, but she knew if she destroyed it everything would go back to normal.

She picked it up carefully, her hands trembling. It looked so absurdly normal, for a vibrator, and yet it radiated an eerie power she could almost feel. She turned it over, inspecting it as if expecting it to spring to life.

“Okay, Alex.” She whispered to herself. “Just snap it in half. Do it. Right now.”

But as she tightened her grip, her eyes caught her reflection in the massive mirror over Becky’s dresser.

She froze. The mirror reflected every insecurity she had tried to ignore. Her plain, unremarkable features, her frizzy hair, her uneven skin, her awkward posture. She looked every bit the nobody she felt she was, standing in the middle of a room that belonged to someone who had everything.

Her breath hitched. The vibrator seemed to hum faintly in her hands, almost as if it were alive, urging her to act.

“Just one time.” A small, insidious voice whispered in the back of her mind. “What’s the harm? You deserve to be beautiful too, don’t you? Confident. Powerful. Somebody.”

Alex’s fingers hovered over the power button, trembling. She squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head. She thought of Amber and her bitchy friends, she thought of her own corrupted friends, Becky, Cassie and Bianca. “No, I’m not like them.”

But when she opened her eyes again, the reflection in the mirror seemed to mock her, daring her to prove herself wrong. It looked like her, but the face twisted into a cruel smirk, the kind she’d seen on Amber’s face countless times.

“That’s right.” Her reflection sneered, its voice dripping with malice. “You’re not like them. They’re perfect, beautiful, untouchable. And you?” It laughed, the sound sharp and cutting. “You’re plain. Boring. Ugly. A nobody.”

Alex’s chest tightened as she tried to look away, but her reflection leaned closer, impossibly close, as though it were pressing through the glass.

“You’ll never be anything more than this. They’ll always walk all over you. Always look down on you. Unless…” It hissed

Alex’s breath hitched. “Unless what?”

The reflection’s smirk widened. “Unless you stop pretending you don’t want it. You felt it, didn’t you? The power in your hands. You could be more. No, you could be better. You could be everything. But you’ll never have the guts.”

Alex’s fingers hovered over the power button. “I… I can’t.”

“Of course you can’t. You’re weak. Always have been. Always will be. You don’t have what it takes to be one of them. You’ll always be nothing.” The reflection said, mocking.

Something inside Alex snapped. With a surge of anger, she pressed the button, and the vibrator whirred to life in her hands. The power of the vibration was so strong that her eyes instantly rolled back in her head and her clothes exploded from her body leaving her bare naked. It was a more powerful sensation than Becky had experienced, one designed to instantly enthrall and it worked as her lips curled into a smirk. She was a woman possessed.

Laying down on Becky’s plush bed, Alex lowered the vibrator in between her legs, the vibrator's hum filling her ears as she pressed it against her eager pussy. "Yessss!" She moaned, the sensation overwhelming, igniting a fire within her.

As she continued, her transformation began. Her hair turned from a mousy brown to a mouth-watering platinum blonde cascade, thick and shiny, framing her face in a way that screamed 'hot'. Her lips swelled, becoming juicy and inviting, perfect for both seduction and sneers. Her nails lengthened, sharp and glossy, adding to her newfound, bratty look.

"Fuck, yesssss!" She groaned, her breasts expanding, becoming fuller, rounder, making her silhouette undeniably sexy. The change in her body was not just physical, it was as if each vibration was sculpting her into something more... bitchy, more dominant.

"Yes, make me into an evil bitch! Make me into THE evil bitch!" She hissed, her voice filled with a provocative edge. Her skin seemed to glow, becoming flawless and tempting, the kind of beauty that could make anyone falter.

Her moans grew louder, more demanding, as if each sound was peeling away layers of her former self. "Fuck, yesssss, Becky and Amber are fucking nothing compared to what I’ll be!" She yelled, her body writhing in ecstasy, the pleasure morphing her into someone unrecognizable. Her curves became more pronounced, her posture more confident, her entire being radiating an aura of superiority.

As her orgasm crashed over her, it was like the final seal on her new identity. Her good nature was gone, replaced by a cold disdain, her vanity now immense, her once gentle soul now filled with a bratty, bitchy darkness.

All the pictures in the room changed to images of her. No friends, just her. All she needed was herself.

"Pathetic." She sneered at the thought of her old self, her new voice dripping with scorn. "I was such a waste before. Now, everyone will see, everyone will know... I am the queen."

Sitting up, her reflection was no longer mocking her. It was her, and it grinned back at her with the same ferocity she felt inside. Alex was no more. In her place was a vision of sexy, unapologetic power, ready to cast her shadow over the campus, leaving a trail of awe and submission in her wake. She was Lexi now.

After her transformation, Alex walked over to her new closet with graceful and assured strides. She took pleasure in imagining herself in each of the expensive and revealing outfits but eventually she selected items that would showcase her new, sexy persona.

First, she slipped into a white lace bra that cradled her now fuller, more voluptuous breasts, the delicate material contrasting sharply with her transformed body. The bra seemed almost too small, hugging her curves in a way that was both provocative and flattering.

Next, she pulled on a short black skirt, the hemline daringly high, revealing her shapely legs. The fabric clung to her hips, accentuating her figure in a way that screamed for attention. Her hands then glided over her legs as she donned shear lace black tights, their intricate pattern adding a layer of mystery and danger to her ensemble.

She sat back on the bed, snapping pictures of herself, admiring her reflection. The outfit transformed her into the epitome of seductive power, her previous nerdy self now just a distant memory.

"Look at me, I'm perfect." She whispered to her reflection, her voice a mix of pride and the new, bratty confidence.

Max had heard the moans and, concerned, decided to check on Alex. What he found was not the nerdy girl he had let in but a transformed vision, a beautiful goddess.

For a second his mind was awash with confusion until reality settled in his mind and new memories solidified. Lexi was the baddest bitch on campus, a beautiful terror who dripped of bratty arrogance and she was all his.

He still remembered when he brought her to meet his rich parents and how quickly they took to her but he remembered that night more for Lexi’s ability to give him a handjob under the dinner table without his parents realizing.

"What some company?" Max asked, his voice smooth and confident.

Lexi looked at him, her eyes drinking him in. Her new body ached to be touched and worshipped by another. He would do. Without a word, she curled her finger, beckoning him closer with a smirk that promised both danger and pleasure.

As Max stood before her, she reached up, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. Their lips met with an intensity that spoke of desire and conquest. Lexi's hands roamed over Max's body, pulling him onto the bed with her.

"Fuck me like you've never fucked anyone." Lexi whispered into his ear, her voice a sultry command.

Max, overwhelmed by the raw sexuality she exuded, didn't need any encouragement. His hands explored her newly curvaceous form as she undid his pants. Lexi moaned, her voice now a mix of pleasure and triumph as she felt his big cock slide into her, his thrusts deep and rhythmic.

Their bodies moved in sync, each movement more desperate than the last. Lexi wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, her nails digging into his back as she arched into him, meeting his every thrust with equal fervor. The room filled with the sounds of their passion, her moans mixing with his grunts, the bed creaking under their intensity.

Lexi felt powerful, each movement a step towards taking what she wanted. She looked into Max's eyes, her own filled with a victorious gleam. "Harder you big dick bastard!" She urged, her voice dripping with a mix of need and command. Max, lost in the moment, obeyed, driving into her with a force that made her scream in ecstasy.

As Max felt the familiar tension building towards climax, Lexi, with a mischievous glint in her eye, suddenly reoriented their positions, pushing his back onto the bed so she could mount him. Her pussy expertly gripping his cock, holding his orgasm at bay. He groaned, the pleasure almost too much to bear, yet there he was, teetering on the edge without release.

"What are you doing?" Max managed to ask, his voice strained with need.

Lexi leaned close, her breath hot against his ear. "I'll let you cum, if you let me stick this up your ass as you do." She said with a grin as she produced the big vibrator.

Max shook his head, trying to resist the overwhelming sensation. "No way! If the guys find out I’ll never hear it down." He gasped out, though his body betrayed his words, craving the release.

With a grin that was both seductive and cruel, Lexi began to lift herself off him. "Okay, then, suit yourself." She said, her tone teasing, starting to dismount.

But Max couldn't let her go. The need to cum was too intense, his body overriding his fear of reprisal. With a desperate move, he pulled her back down onto him. "Fine! Do whatever you want!" He pleaded, his resolve crumbling under the pressure of his unfulfilled desire.

Lexi's grin widened, enjoying the power she wielded over him. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his as she whispered, "Good boy. You’ll love it, I swear."

She inserted the vibrator into his butt while his cock was still deep inside her. She didn't turn it on immediately, instead, she began to move her hips in slow, teasing circles, keeping him on the edge, prolonging his torment for her own amusement.

"Please!" Max begged, his hands gripping her hips, trying to guide her movements.

“Please what?” Lexi said enjoying watching him squirm.

“Please… turn it on.” He groaned, desperate for sweet release.

With an evil grin she switched it on and Max began to shudder with ecstasy as but then felt an immediate, strange sensation. As the vibrations coursed through him, his body began to change. His features softened, his skin became smoother, his hair lengthened and darkened into a rich, flowing mane. His muscles reshaped, and his frame became more slender, more feminine.

“W-what the hell is happening to me?” Max whine, his voice going up several octaves. Lexi simply smirked as she felt his cock shrink inside her, gradually disappearing until it was replaced by a slick, new pussy.

The transformation was surreal for Lexi but weirdly erotic as well but what happened next pumped the erotism into high gear. The vibrator, now buzzing without her hand on it, suddenly grew pink bands that wrapped themselves around her waist, turning into an impressive strap-on.

"Mmmm now, let's see how you like it." Lexi said with a smirk, beginning to thrust with the new strap-on. Max, now Maxine, felt waves of pleasure unlike anything she had known before, her body responding in ways she never could have imagined.

"Please, Lexi!" Maxine moaned, her voice now higher, more feminine, filled with both confusion and ecstasy.

Lexi continued, her movements deliberate, claiming her new conquest. "You're mine now bitch, in every way! I’m your queen." She whispered, her voice dripping with dominance and satisfaction as she watched Maxine's transformation continue under her influence.

However the strap-on itself started to evolve even more. The base started to grow backwards towards Lexi, creating a long thick shaft that slithered into her pussy. Lexi’s eyes rolled back in pleasure and she felt a euphoria like nothing she had felt before. The vibrator seemed to speak to her, giving itself to her. It recognized her as a true wicked bitch for her act of transforming Max and opened her mind to its power and its secrets.

Lexi came again but this time it was as much a mental release as a physical one. She could see the way the vibrator could warp reality, how it could twist people it corrupted and she now had control over it. She would make Maxine’s new reality whatever she wanted.

The pleasure built, and with a final, deep thrust, Maxine reached her orgasm, her new body shuddering in delight, her new persona erasing Max entirely from her own mind and from reality.

In this reality, Maxine was Lexi’s cum slave, who lived to please her mistress and do everything that she commanded. She was her devoted little pet. Lexi would send Maxine to prowl the campus for hot guys and round them up for parties. Maxine was an expert at finding the hottest, richest guys that would vie for Lexi's attention.

However, Lexi had a new group in mind to round up for her now.

“Maxine, I have a special job for you. I need you to bring me Amber, Becky, Cassie and Bianca one by one to my room when they come back from their trip. Do you understand?” Lexi said as she pulled out of Maxine making the girl groan.

“Y-yes mistress. But why those four? They are just common sisters of the sorority.” Maxine asked.

Lexi stood up from the bed and walked once again to the closet. Her outfit had been ruined by the energetic fucking and she needed a change. Once opened she spotted a shiny reflective dress that would be perfect for the rest of the evening, no matter how 'energetic' she would become.

After doing a few twirls, approving all her angles, she strode over to Maxine with the vibrator in hand. As she walked in her 6 inches heels the straps flowed back into it and disappeared as if they had never been there. Although Lexi knew she could make them appear if she wanted. She felt a symbiotic link to the device now that Amber never had.

“Take this and use it on yourself.” Lexi grinned holding out the vibrator.

Maxine looked at the vibrator with reverence and even desire but she couldn’t bring herself to even stretch her arm out.

“N-no mistress. I couldn’t.” Maxine said dropping her head. Lexi smirked and put the vibrator into her side drawer.

“That’s why I want those girls specifically brought to me. They need to… reconditioned. But don’t worry, you’ll still be my number one slave.” Lexi said as she tilted Maxine’s chin up.

“Now go, they won’t be back for at least a day and I have some planning to do.” Lexi said her brief moment of warmth turning icy cold again.

Maxine rose from the bed and left the room quickly. Lexi loved the power she now had over her and couldn’t wait to break in the other girls.

She looked at her wicked reflection and it seemed to smile back and gesture to the side drawer. “Mmm why not, I deserve it.” She smirked as she opened the drawer and took out the vibrator and held it in her hand. Only this time she didn’t press it to make it rumble, instead it seemed to come on based on her thoughts. Even the button had disappeared.

"Hey, I think there’s been a mix-up. This isn’t my stuff." Bianca said, holding up her duffel bag.

"Same with mine." Cassie added, holding up her own bag. "I opened it, and it’s full of… weird girly stuff. Definitely not mine."

Rebecca thought back to their departure a few hours before. Her and her friends were on a trip to a science fair while the cheerleaders were heading off to some regional finals. Their buses had been parked side by side, scheduled to leave at the same time.

"Ugh our bags must have been swapped with that sorority brat Amber and her vapid friends!" Rebecca said as she unzipped her bag to find it did in fact contain Amber's things. "Even a weekend away from her bullying and she still manages to annoy us."

Rebecca looked into the bag with a frown, how was she suppose to go to the science fair tomorrow with a bag full of Ambers tight fitting and revealing clothes, she thought to herself. She figured that Amber had to have something more modest and started digging through the bag. That's when she came across a small, mysterious pink box. She held it up, tilting her head in confusion. "What the heck is this?"

Written across the box on a label was the words 'Travel Size'. Cracking it open, Rebecca was shocked at what she saw. As she held it up for the rest of the girls to see, they started to laugh.

"What kind of girl carries a vibrator in her bag? Is she that horny all the time?" Alex said laughing.

Bianca snorted, peering closer. "It’s so… pink. Like aggressively pink."

Cassie giggled. "That's definitely Amber’s. She’s obsessed with anything that screams ‘princess.’"

Rebecca laughed along with them, holding the vibrator out in front of her like it was some kind of prize. She noticed engraved in the side the words ‘Mini-Bitch’.

"Maybe we should hold it ransom, like some sort of kidnapping." Rebecca teased, pressing the button as a joke. However as soon as the vibrations reached her hand, she froze. Her laughter faded, her eyes going wide as an odd, glazed expression overtook her face.

"Rebecca?" Alex asked, frowning. "You okay?"

Rebecca’s hand moved as if it had a will of its own, lowering the vibrator. Her friends watched in confusion and slight alarm as Rebecca lowered her panties, spread her legs and placed the device into her pussy.

The moment the vibrator touched her, a wave of warmth surged through her body. Her shoulders straightened, her posture instantly becoming more elegant and poised. Her frizzy brown hair began to smooth and lighten, taking on a golden shine.

"What the hell?" Bianca whispered, stepping closer.

Rebecca's eyes rolled back as the vibrations shook her body. She gasped as her lips plumped and her skin smoothed.

"Rebecca, stop!" Alex said, not knowing what to do.

But Rebecca either didn't hear her or didn't care and continued to pleasure herself with the device. Her legs lengthened, her hips swayed, and her breasts swelled. Her baggy white shirt tightening up to reveal a now perfect and taut stomach, one that would be envied by the most athletic of cheerleaders.

"Oh my God." Cassie murmured, her hand over her mouth. "She’s gorgeous."

Rebecca let out a pleasurable moan as she orgasmed hard and the changes solidified. She pulled the vibrator away and opened her eyes revealing her previously brown eyes were now an icy blue. Her lips parted into a slow, wicked smile. "I'm not gorgeous loser... I'm perfect." Her voice was softer, smoother, dripping with confidence.

"Rebecca, what the hell happened?" Alex demanded, panic rising in her voice. "Whatever that thing is, it’s not normal!"

Rebecca glanced at the vibrator in her hand, her smile widening. "Not normal? This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m a fucking bratty bitch and I love it!"

She turned the vibrator back on, the buzzing sound almost hypnotic as she looked at her friends with malicious intent. "In fact maybe you all should give it a try."

Rebecca’s wicked smile grew as she turned her gaze to her nearest friend, Bianca. Before Bianca could react, Rebecca lunged, grabbing her arm with surprising strength.

"Rebecca, what are you doing? Let go!" Bianca shouted, trying to pull away.

"Oh babe, you’ll thank me in a moment." Rebecca purred, her voice silky and commanding.

With a swift motion, Rebecca shoved the buzzing vibrator against Bianca's jeans, right next to her pussy. Bianca squirmed and tried to fight, but once the vibrations hit her, her protests waned.

"That’s it, doesn’t it feel good? Wouldn't you like some more?" Rebecca cooed, her voice dripping with darkness. Bianca only managed a guilty nod as she reached down and undid her pants. They dropped off easily and once Rebecca had enough room, she slid the vibrator into Bianca's now eager slit.

Any of Bianca’s remaining struggles vanished as the changes began. Her unruly hair smoothed and darkened to a glossy chestnut, cascading perfectly straight over her shoulders. Her skin glowed with a radiant, flawless sheen, her lips plumping into a sultry pout. Her glasses slipped from her face as her eyes brightened, sharp and predatory. Her tits grew into perfect little orbs.

Rebecca satisfied with her creation, removed the vibrator before it could make Bianca into a beauty that could challenge her. She wanted a bitchy best friend, not a rival.

Bianca gasped as it was removed, her breathing heavy as she ran a hand through her transformed hair. Her lips curled into a slow, sultry smile. "Mmm, thanks Becky. I feel so yummy and bad now."

"Becky? Mmm, I like the sound of that." Rebecca grinned, clearly pleased at the sound of her new name on her lips. She glanced at Cassie, who was frozen in wide-eyed horror. "Now, grab Cassie. She’s next."

Without hesitation, Bianca turned to Cassie, her newfound strength overpowering her easily as she slammed her onto the bed. Cassie kicked and screamed, but Bianca held her in place, smirking all the while.

"Please, don’t do this!" Cassie pleaded, her voice cracking.

Becky stepped forward, holding the buzzing vibrator like a weapon. "Oh, Cassie." She said with mock sweetness. "This isn’t something I’m doing TO you. This is something I’m doing FOR you. You’ll see."

With deft speed, Becky lifted Cassie’s long skirt and slipped the vibrator inside her. Becky watched in evil glee as Cassie moaned like a wanton whore as her body trembled with the changes. Her red hair growing sleek and voluminous. Her plain, nervous demeanor gave way as her features perfected and became strikingly beautiful.

The chubby fat she had always had melted away to give her a slim and enviable tummy. Long pretty nails grew on her fingers, erasing the dirty ones she had. Her crooked teeth magically aligned themselves it a flawless set that she ran her tongue across. 

Becky took the vibrator out even earlier than she had with Bianca. She was creating a hierarchy and each girl would know their place, but the main thing would be that she alone sat atop it. Bianca would be her bitchy bestie but Cassie would be her slutty bestie.

Cassie stood up as Becky backed away, vibrator in hand. Cassie admired herself in the mirror, touching her lips, her eyes gleaming with lust. "Wow, I, like, look incredible. I could cream my out panties right now." She giggled, her voice now in a higher, bitchier register. 

Becky chuckled, crossing her arms. "Told you. Doesn’t it feel amazing to be this perfect?"

Cassie turned to Becky, a slow, wicked grin spreading across her face. "You were soooo right. Thanks, babes."

"Anytime." Becky replied, her voice cool and dripping with authority. She gestured toward the door. "Now, girls, I think we should go out and show ourselves off don’t you?"

Becky, Bianca, and Cassie rummaged through the bags scattered around the room, tossing aside cheerleading uniforms and workout gear until they uncovered sleek, sexy outfits. Becky held up skintight black latex pants, and a top that looked like it would barely contain her new tits. Grinning wickedly she slid them on. Bianca found a fiery red jumpsuit that accentuated every curve, while Cassie chose a shimmering silver mini-dress that barely covered her ass.

The three girls admired themselves in the mirror, their beauty and arrogance radiating from every angle. They looked less like college students and more like models ready to dominate the club scene.

Becky adjusted her hair in the mirror, her icy blue eyes gleaming. "Perfection. We’ll have every head turning tonight." She purred, turning to her friends. 

Bianca laughed, tossing her glossy hair over her shoulder. "They won’t know what hit them. I think I’ll break up a relationship tonight."

Cassie giggled, striking a pose. "We’re like so fucking hawt. I can’t wait to wrap my lips around a big cock."

"No! No this… this is wrong." Said the quiet voice of Alex in the corner.

All three girls quickly shot Alex a look that made her shiver. Becky looked at her with genuine surprise. “Forgot you were even there dork. Girls, grab her.”

Without hesitation, Bianca and Cassie moved in, each grabbing one of Alex’s arms. Alex struggled weakly, her voice trembling. “Becky, please, don’t—”

“Oh, shut it Alex.” Becky said, sauntering toward her with the pink vibrator buzzing in her hand. “I’m giving you a gift. You’re about to become one of us. Special, beautiful, powerful. You should be thanking me!”

Alex’s eyes darted to the vibrator, her breathing quickening. Deep down, a small part of her wanted to give in, to join her transformed friends and bask in the allure of their newfound perfection.

Becky leaned in closer, the vibrator just inches from Alex’s crotch. “Don’t fight it. You want this. I can see it in your eyes.”

Alex’s resolve wavered as the buzzing sound filled her ears, but just as Becky moved the vibrator closer, it suddenly sputtered and died. The buzzing stopped, and the room went silent.

Becky blinked in surprise before letting out a sharp, cruel laugh. “Well, well, looks like it’s out of juice.” She said, shaking the device mockingly. She tossed it into her clutch and turned her icy gaze back to Alex.

“Guess that means you’ll just have to be our bullying victim then, loser.” Becky sneered. Without warning, she slammed her fist into Alex’s stomach.

Alex gasped, doubling over in pain as Bianca and Cassie dropped her and laughed cruelly.

Becky stood over her, smirking. “But that can wait until Monday back on campus. Right now…” She glanced at her friends, her voice dripping with anticipation. “We’ve got a nightclub to get to. Come on, girls.”

The three of them strutted out of the room, their laughter echoing in the hallway as Alex remained on the floor, clutching her stomach and watching helplessly as the door swung shut behind them.

Alex lifted herself off of the floor and onto her bed, the lingering smell of the three bitches perfume hanging in the air making her sick. Her eyes roamed over to the discarded case on Becky’s bed that had housed the vibrator. The words on the case giving her pause.

His assistant, Claire, had assured him that everything would be fine in his absence. But as he listened to her voicemails, a growing dread gripped him. Something had gone wrong.

At first, her messages were normal but they got increasingly... odd. He had listened to them in the car on the way to the lab and with each subsuquent message he sped up faster.

VOICEMAIL 1 Monday, 8:32 AM

"Hey, Doctor! It’s Claire. Just wanted to check in and let you know everything’s good here. The samples are stable, no unexpected changes. I’ll keep logging their activity and make sure nothing gets near the containment units. No need to worry. Enjoy your time off! You deserve the break."

VOICEMAIL 2 Wednesday, 10:17 AM

"Hi, Doctor. So… small update. One of the samples, Sample B, showed a bit of activity. It pulsed for a second, almost like it was… alive. Weird, right? Anyway, it’s back to normal now. Probably some environmental fluctuation. I’ll keep monitoring it, just to be safe."

VOICEMAIL 3 Thursday, 11:43 PM

"Doctor… something’s happening. Sample D started moving on its own. And B, it’s… growing. It’s not contained to its chamber anymore. I tried to secure it, but it, it touched me. I feel… strange. My skin’s warm, almost buzzing. I don’t know what it’s doing to me. I need you to call me as soon as you get this."

VOICEMAIL 4 Friday, 2:27 PM

"Hey, Doctor. You know what? I was totally overreacting. I think… I was afraid of something I didn’t understand. But now, I see it. The samples… they’re not hostile. They’re… welcoming. When Sample B made contact with me, it didn’t hurt. It felt incredible. Like it was… part of me. I feel connected to something bigger, something extraordinary. You should experience it too."

VOICEMAIL 5 Saturday, 8:19 PM

"Doctor… The samples, they’ve helped me so much. My skin is softer, my body… enhanced in ways I can’t describe. I look in the mirror and barely recognize myself… but I love it. My lips are fuller, my boobs are big and perfect. I feel… powerful, seductive, radiant. Every inch of me hums with energy. The samples made me better. That’s why I’m going to release the rest of them. I can feel their eagerness to touch me."

VOICEMAIL 6 Sunday, 6:00 AM

"Evan… come to the lab. They’re waiting for you. I’m waiting for you. We’ll be whole, together. I’ve missed you… so much."

-

Evan’s breath quickened as the last message ended as he stood in front of his lab door. He hesitated. Something was clearly wrong with Claire and the samples but maybe he could help her. He threw open the door and rushed toward the lab. But just as he stepped into the hall, he skidded to a stop.

Claire stood there, waiting for him.

Her once-pristine lab coat had now morphed into a tight and shiny black dress that barely clung to her body. Speaking of her body, it was now the most perfect female form Evan had ever seen. Her skin was flawless, her breasts envious and her curves made Evan feel weak. Her eyes were now black pools of liquid light, swirling with alien energy. She smiled, her lips impossibly perfect, her voice honey-sweet yet filled with something darker.

"We’ve missed you, Doctor." She said softly, stepping closer.

Before he could react, she reached out and pressed her hand against his chest. The black goo slithered off her fingertips and onto his shirt, spreading like liquid fire across his skin. Evan stumbled back, gasping as the substance soaked through his clothes, cold and burning all at once.

He tried to scream, but the goo surged upward, a wave of darkness pouring into his mouth and down his throat, silencing him. He thrashed, struggling to resist, but the alien substance had a mind of its own. It moved inside him, rewriting him. His muscles bulged, growing stronger, leaner. His skin tightened, taking on a flawless sheen. His features sharpened, transforming him into a figure of striking beauty and power.

Claire watched with a wicked smile as he convulsed, his body remade in the image of something far beyond human.

Evan fought against the alien organisms infecting his body and mind. He couldn’t give in.

“No! This is wrong. We have to fight it Claire!” He said trying to plead with her humanity but she wasn’t human anymore.

“Shh…” She whispered. “Don’t fight it. You’re becoming what we need you to be. What I need you to be. We have been chosen for a great purpose Evan, we will birth a new race to conquer this worthless planet. You and I are will be the first. I will be the queen and if you give in, you shall be the king.”

Evan tried to fight the pleasure now coursing through his body. He felt strong, powerful, alive. The alien organism showed him images of a world that he controlled, of an army that bowed before him. It was an intoxicating sight but what tipped him over the edge were the images of Claire, his wicked queen, moaning in carnal pleasure as he fucked her with a new more massive cock.

Evan’s body stopped trembling. His breath steadied, his eyes snapping open, jet black, swirling like Claire’s. His lips curled into a slow, hungry smile as he looked at her, desire and power coursing through him.

“Yessss…” He hissed, his voice thick with newfound strength. “Give in… I want to give in!”

The black goo solidified, wrapping around his body like armor, transforming his vacation wear into a sleek, obsidian suit that clung to him as tightly as Claire’s did to her. His hands flexed, marveling at the raw power that surged through him. He stepped toward Claire, his eyes burning with lust and purpose.

“My queen.” He said, his voice like velvet. “There’s much work to do.”

Claire’s eyes gleamed with delight. She traced her finger down his chest, her touch electric.

“So much glorious work, my king.” She whispered. “And we’ll make this world kneel before us.”

"This world is merely an appetiser. Once it is under our heel our destiny awaits out in the stars." He said with a dark and triumphant laugh that Claire soon joined in on. Their reign was about to begin.

Its label faded but still legible. The Black Widow. She’d never heard of it, but the title sent a shiver down her spine. It sounded like the kind of film she loved, dark, mysterious, and full of danger.

She loaded the reel onto the projector, her fingers moving deftly over the machinery. The film was old, the celluloid slightly warped, but it seemed intact. She threaded it through, her heart racing with anticipation. Once the film was ready, she dimmed the house lights and made her way down to the seats, settling into the middle row with a bag of popcorn.

The screen flickered to life, the opening credits rolling in bold, dramatic font. The music swelled, a haunting melody of strings and piano, and the scene unfolded in grainy black-and-white. A smoky nightclub filled the screen, the camera panning across a crowd of sharply dressed men and glamorous women. At the center of it all was her. The Black Widow.

She was stunning. Despite the black and white footage it was clear she had blonde hair that cascaded in perfect waves, her lips painted a deep, dangerous red. She wore a tight, shimmering dress that hugged her figure, and her eyes smoldered with a confidence that made Sally’s breath catch. The woman moved with a feline grace, her every gesture deliberate, her every word dripping with allure.

Patrons of the club whispered that she was Helen Von Crul, the infamous black widow. A woman who had had more husbands die in mysterious circumstances than they had had hot dinners. And yet no one could take their eyes off her, including Sally.

Sally leaned forward, her popcorn forgotten, completely immersed. Unseen changes began to unfold. Her plain brown hair shifted into golden blonde, cascading in soft curls over her shoulders. Her clothes morphed, her sweater and jeans melting into a sleek, white dress that hugged her figure perfectly.

Her lips deepened to a bold crimson. Long, manicured nails curled around the cigarette she somehow now held between her fingers. Her popcorn bag now a silver cigarette holder. She inhaled slowly, releasing a plume of smoke into the dim air without a second thought.

On screen, the Black Widow ensnared her next victim with a coy smile and a whispered promise. Sally mirrored her movements unconsciously, her eyes narrowing, her body language languid and confident. Her breathing slowed, her every gesture instinctively elegant.

She remained oblivious to the transformation, each shift in her body and mind happening so seamlessly it felt as if nothing had changed at all. Memories faded, thoughts twisted into something new.

Sally settled deeper into her seat, eyes glued to the screen as the Black Widow’s web tightened around her next victim, a suave, wealthy businessman with sharp features and a confident smile. The two shared drinks in a lavish penthouse, the city lights twinkling through floor-to-ceiling windows.

Before long Helen had seduced the man into marrying her, despite the protests from his friends and family. Sally shared a smirk with the widow as she watched her walk down the aisle. When the priest finally pronounced them man and wife, her new husband leaned in for a kiss but the widow turned her face so he only got to peck her check.

“Don’t want you ruining my makeup dear.” Helen said but oddly Sally had mouthed the words as the widow had spoke.

The widow and her new husband entered the honeymoon suite of the Ritz hotel as the night grew long. Helen leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered something inaudible, her hand resting on his chest. His breath hitched, his resistance melting. Slowly, she led him to the bed, her wedding dress slipping from her shoulders like liquid silk.

Sally shifted in her seat, heat pooling in her chest and spreading downward. Her breath quickened as the scene unfolded, the camera lingering Helen’s perfectly sculpted body. It moved with effortless grace, every touch deliberate, every kiss filled with purpose.

Sally’s fingers trailed absently down her body, her mind a haze of desire and curiosity. She barely noticed at first, her hand slipping beneath her dress as if compelled by some unseen force. Her heart pounded, her breath shallow, her eyes never leaving the screen.

On-screen, the Black Widow pushed her husband onto the bed and pulled down his pants, licking her lips at its erect form. With a grin she lowered her wanting pussy onto it and arched her back, her lips parting in a soft gasp as she claimed her victory. Sally’s body mirrored her reactions perfectly, her pleasure building in time with the film’s crescendo.

Sally’s fingers worked her own pussy like never before, it already felt better than any man she had ever been with. But she barely even noticed what she was doing to herself, she felt apart of the scene, as if she were Helen.

Then the mood shifted.

The Black Widow’s eyes darkened, her expression turning cold and calculating. She reached for a pillow, lifting it with unnerving calm.

Sally didn’t flinch. If anything, her breathing slowed, her fingers lingering on her pussy as she watched with rapt attention. On screen, the man’s eyes widened in confusion as the Black Widow pressed the pillow over his face, her body still entwined with his as he struggled beneath her.

“Until death do us part.” Said both Sally and Helen in unnerving unison.

The music swelled as the Black Widow held her ground, her lips curving into a faint, knowing smile. His struggles grew weaker, his legs thrashing before finally going still. Both Sally and Helen moaned in pleasure as they orgasmed at that exact moment of his demise.

Sally gasped softly, her hand falling away from her body. But there was no fear, no revulsion. Only exhilaration.

The reel clicked to a stop, the screen fading to black.

Sally sat in silence for a moment, her chest rising and falling steadily. Her pulse thrummed in her ears, but she felt calm, serene, even. This wasn’t wrong. It felt natural, right.

She lit a cigarette, her red lips curling into a satisfied smile as she exhaled slowly. The theater felt smaller now, almost claustrophobic. She rose with a newfound elegance, smoothing her dress and grabbing her expensive sunglasses.

With each step towards the entrance, every aspect of what remained of Sally melted away, replaced with a stronger more dominant personality.

Her mind brimmed with memories of luxurious parties, charming marks out of their fortunes, and whispered secrets shared in smoke-filled rooms. The name Sally felt foreign and distant, like an old character from a story she’d once heard.

The Black Widow was all that remained.

Lighting another cigarette, she walked out of the theater and into the night, her heels clicking against the pavement with confidence. The city was hers for the taking, a web of opportunity spread before her.

And somewhere, just around the corner, her next victim awaited.