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corruptedcaps · 19 days

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Clumsy Me

“It’s a super kind gesture Greg but are you sure there are no other pairs of pants I can wear? Not that I’m not grateful but skin tight leggings aren’t really my style. Plus I know your stepmom Madison ran out on you and your dad like a year ago but she’d kill me if she saw me in a pair of her slick black pants. You’re right beggars can’t be choosers put this is just until my own jeans dry in your machine ok? Still can’t believe I tripped like that, did you always have that foot stool there? Whatever, just give me a minute to change.”

“Well what do you think? You hate it right? Wait you like it? I guess it is kind of nice, it makes my figure kind of pop doesn’t it? I never thought I’d have the body to pull off anything like this. Can’t believe I’m the same size as you step mom too. Could never wear some of the things she has in there though. All that luxurious fur, expensive jewelry, and those plunging necklines, I could never! Oh whoops I’m so clumsy today, I’ve gone and spilled the second drink you got me on my top. I’ll just sneak back into your step mom’s closet and find something to wear.”

“There we go, now I’m all dry and warm, despite this new top not covering my navel. When I put it on I realized that something was missing and somehow I knew this belt would tie everything together. I feel so stylish, like one of those bougy bitches at school. Do you think if I wore this to school tomorrow they would notice? I promise I’ll bring it all back after school tomorrow. Thanks!”

“I know I know I said I would bring the clothes back and I have but I just had to borrow some others. My outfit was a big hit with Cassandra and all her friends, they said I showed real promise! Can you believe that? Only last week they were picking on me. But if I show up tomorrow wearing my usual drab unfashionable outfits they’ll start bullying me again. Plus don’t I look kind of hot in this new combo? I’ve never worn such high boots before or such a short skirt. It’s hard to explain but the clothes just kind of call to me and each piece I choose just makes sense. I never had an eye for fashion before but these clothes are bringing the inner designer out in me and I can’t deny the results!”

“Hey there handsome, I need to get a new outfit for tomorrow. The girls were in awe yet again. They were right too, I do look better without my glasses. My head is swimming with ideas of what to wear, it was all I could think of last night. What do you mean no? Greg you don’t understand, I need to keep up appearances otherwise I’m toast! Plus your stepmom isn’t around anymore! Still no huh? Well that’s a shame, because you know what else I was thinking last night? I was thinking how if I have to come over everyday to change then you and I should have some fun too. Don’t be coy, I’ve seen how you’ve been looking at me. Look how about you see the lingerie I borrowed, see wouldn’t you like to see me in more?”

“How did I get in here? I made a copy of your key, duh! If I’m going to be your girlfriend I need to be able to get inside your house when you’re not here. Aren’t you glad I did, like look at this new outfit I put together, all the girls are going to be green with envy when they see me. One of them was telling me that Cassandra was starting to feel threatened by my style, that she thinks I’m going to take over the clique! Can you believe that? Me?! It is kind of hot to think of though, me taking over a group of girls who used to bully me and taking down the head bitch herself. Mmmm it’s got me kind of wet, how about you be a good boyfriend and get our knees for me. There’s a reason why I’m wearing a skirt after all.”

“You’re breaking up with me? Why? I have not become a bully! Cassandra was the biggest bitch in our school, I just took her down several pegs. In front of the whole school. While she cried. Sure I made all her old friends block her on socials and refuse to talk to her ever again but she deserved it and now that all her friends are mine now I can run the school how it should be. If that means some of life’s losers get bullied then so be it, they don’t deserve my pity or yours. Come on baby I’m offering you the chance to become king, don’t let your morals get in the way of having me as your queen. Fine if that’s how you feel then fuck you loser, you small dicked prick. I only was with you to get access to you stepmom’s clothes, but I don’t need them or you! So long dork!”

“Oh it’s you creep. Surprised to see me in your house? Well I had every intention of never seeing you again but I was wrong about what I said last week. What? About you? Don’t be stupid, I meant about the clothes. I do NEED them! I bought some hawt clothes of my own but it just wasn’t the same. They weren’t expensive and slutty enough. I was feeling my confidence and power draining over the past few days but now that I’m back in Madison’s clothes I’m feeling more me again. Her bitchy perfume still lingers in their fabric and it’s makes me feel so bad! Your dad let me in and said I should just take whatever I wanted. He was just so accommodating after I put on Madison’s tightest clothes and gave him the best blowjob of his life. He said I should come back everyday and I fully intend on doing so.”

“Mmm your father was right, blonde does make me look older, more mature, more sexy. Wasn’t Madison a blonde? Why am I even asking you, it will only distract you from cooking. To think a few months ago I was giving you the best handjobs of your life so I could have access to Madison’s clothes and now I’m your dad’s fiancée and all the clothes are mine! You could have had me you know? You could have had this perfect ass but you were worried I had become a bully or some nonsense. Your father loves what a bitch I am and encourages me to be a mean spoilt brat by letting me buy whatever I want. Having access to his money allowed me to buy the clothes I deserved! That’s why I love him unconditionally. It certainly helps he’s so well hung, something you never inherited. Speaking of which I think I just heard him come in, I think he and I can slip in a quickie while you cook. Stay if you want to watch perv.”

“Don’t look at me worm, just keep scrubbing the floors. Your father and I want this place spotless when we return from our honeymoon but before we leave I just wanted to tell you a secret. I’m pregnant. I have no doubt it will be a girl and I’m going to raise her to be the biggest, meanest slut there even has been. She’ll have everything her cruel heart desires and I’m going to spoil her rotten. She’ll have my fashion sense of course and your father’s ruthless business acumen. What do you think of Maddy for her name, short for Madison? She’ll be such a wicked princess, and you? Well you’ll be here cleaning the floors everyday for the rest of your life. On that note… oooops I’ve spilled my drink all over your clean floor. I guess I’m just so clumsy.”

#f2f #corruption #bitchification #evil bitch #corrupted clothing #corrupted pov

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misseviehyde · 11 months

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THE CURE IS WORSE...

Like all her friends, Belinda was tired of being tormented by her bully Morgan. After years of abuse the girls finally had enough and decided they needed to cure their bully of her evil.

She and her nerdy friends 'The Book Gang' agreed to meet in the library to discuss a plan, although Belinda was late as she had been helping at eco-club.

Eco-club were currently looking at ways to make the school more sustainable, something close to her heart. Belinda had big plans of working for a charity when she left school. She wanted to do something with her life to help people and out of all her friends was probably the kindest and most charitable to others.

She'd even tried to forgive Morgan when the other girl had made her minions flush her head in the toilet, or the time Morgan had made her do all her homework for a week whilst she fucked the hot exchange student that was supposed to be Belinda's pen-pal.

Belinda was convinced that deep inside Morgan, a good girl wanted to get out. It had been her idea to look for a cure and she hoped they could find a way to free Morgan from her bullying ways.

As she entered the library, Belinda saw that her super smart best friend Joanne was excitedly showing the others something in an aging book. Her Dad ran a second hand book shop, and Joanne had access to lots of weird books. She was super preppy... plaid skirts, thick black rimmed glasses and pastel sweaters. Morgan had made her life hell too.

"Look what I found in this old alchemical book," she was explaining animatedly. "It's a cure that will make all of someone's mean and evil personality split out of them. If we make Morgan drink it, the mean bullying side of her personality will be forced out and she'll become a nice girl."

The gang gabbled excitedly but Belinda felt a tremor of unease - what exactly would happen to all the evil when it was pushed out?

She'd arrived too late to the meeting to voice her concerns. The plan was agreed and Joanne got to work creating the potion. It was a horrible foul smelling concoction and the girls realised there was no way they would be able to trick Morgan into drinking it. Direct action would be needed.

*******

Stalking through the corridors of the school in designer sunglasses and high heeled boots - Morgan tossed her pretty blonde hair dismissively as she saw the gang of nerds coming out of the library.

She was looking for her minions - not these losers and it annoyed her that they were in her way. She had no way of knowing of course that her little clique of bitches was currently being detained as one of the Book Gang had made a false accusation that they'd cheated in a test. Separated from her friends, Morgan was weaker... but still a threat.

Still - the element of surprise could work wonders... and Morgan was totally unprepared when the gang of nerds she expected to part like the Red Sea suddenly attacked her.

Nerds grabbed her wrists... one of them tackled her down to the floor. Morgan screamed in rage as they pinned her down.

With a strength the nerds hadn't expected, she suddenly tore her arm free and using her acrylic nails like claws raked them across one girls face. She screamed and fell back and laughing, Morgan balled her hand into a fist and hit another girl hard with a satisfying crack.

The pressure released and with an easy acrobatic flex, the bad bitch jumped to her feet. "You fucking losers, how dare you attack me," she snarled. She grabbed a nerd by her pony tail and yanked her hard. Another one she kicked with a booted foot, causing her to crash into a locker.

"I can take all of you losers," she gloated, now enjoying physically dominating her weaker foes. She was a lioness - they were prey. Once she was reunited with her pride of fellow bitches, she'd make their lives a living hell.

*crack*

Belinda looked in horror at the trophy she'd grabbed from a nearby shelf as Morgan crumpled to the floor groaning. She'd acted on instinct, using it to hit the blonde bitch - but she hadn't meant to really hurt her. Her friends looked at her in amazement - except Joanne who was busy straddling Morgan and pouring something into her mouth.

Morgan convulsed - the thick liquid forcing it's way down her throat despite her best effort not to swallow. She groaned and shook, a feverish sweat breaking instantly out on her brow.

"Uuuuuggghhh what have.... uuuuughhh you nerds, ooooh done to me?"

Rolling onto all fours Morgan screamed and then began to vomit. Thick black liquid dripped between her pretty lips as all the evil and mean nastiness inside her was forced out. A thick goopy black puddle of darkness formed, growing and spreading on the floor as Morgan was purged of evil.

Her fake nails dropped off, her bleached blond hair returned to a natural brown and her bitchy face became softer and more gentle. With a heaving gasp she exhaled the last drop of black goo and the puddle underneath her began to move and reshape.

Even as every trace of nastiness left her body and mind, the purged evil solidified and reformed into a shiny black puffer jacket. The girls looked down at in astonishment.

"I thought this might happen," mused Joanne as she picked up the jacket. "The book said the evil would take an appropriate shape. Now we can destroy it... although this jacket is... intriguing."

She wandered off a little from the group carrying the jacket. Belinda was about to follow her when Morgan began to groan.

"Wh... what did you do to me? I feel so different."

Helping Morgan up, Belinda smiled at her. "We cured you of your bullying, you're not evil anymore."

"Wh... what? Oh my gosh, you're right. I... I don't feel mean anymore. Oh no, all the horrible things I've done to people. You've taken it all away from me and I..."

Morgan began to weep, years of guilt catching up with her as she realised what a horrible person she'd been. The girls gathered round and hugged her...

All the girls... except Joanne.

"OOOOOH FUCK YESSSS!"

Belinda span on her heels and gasped along with the other girls. A few metres away Joanne was standing in the corridor - the evil black puffer jacket on her preppy body. She was shaking and moaning, her face contorted in an unholy grin of wicked glee.

"Yessssss... I can feel it flowing into me. Mmmmmh, more I WANT more!"

The jacket seemed to be possessively tightening on Joanne's body. Her usually drab hair was thickening and rising to a bitchy ponytail above her head.

Preppy clothing burned away to reveal smooth perfect flesh as her sensible knickers shrunk into a tight black thong that rode high into her ass.

"Ohhhh fuck YESSSS!" hissed Joanne in glee as she transformed. Her flat ass swelled up into a toned bad bitch butt as her breasts did the same and her clothing became tight and slutty under her puffer jacket.

"No Joanne, what are you doing?" screamed Belinda as her friend stretched and giggled.

"Mmmmh don't call me that anymore loser, I'm JoJo now."

JoJo groaned in pleasure as long wicked nails shot out of her fingers and her skin tanned and darkened. She threw her glasses to the ground with a laugh and crushed them beneath a booted foot as black bitchy knee boots spread up her legs and black stockings popped into place.

Thick, bitchy makeup covered Joanne's usual natural face, dark eye makeup accentuating her new bitchy features as she became prettier and prettier.

Muscle tone spread across her flawless body as JoJo grew slightly taller than the other girls and her body posture changed to become dominant and challenging.

"Fuck yes... this feels SO much better than being some fucking loser," laughed JoJo as she admired her new body as the changes completed.

All of Morgan's bitchy evil had transfered into her and now she was just as mean and spoiled as her former bully had been.

She hadn't meant to put on the jacket - but whilst the other girls had been distracted, the desire to try it on had grown inside her and she'd slipped it on. Now she was glad she had.

Bitchy perfume rose from her body, her tight pussy was wet with lust and JoJo giggled as she saw the fear in her former friends faces. Their fear was intoxicating - she wanted more.

"Like my new look losers? You think Morgan was bad... I'm going to be SUCH a bitch."

Belinda took a step backwards at the sheer venom and wicked delight in her former friends eyes and voice.

"Girls, we have to get that jacket off her. Come on, we outnumber her six to one."

She was about to rush forward, when suddenly the side doors to the corridor opened and a clique of pissed off bitchy girls stormed through.

It was Morgan's old gang and they looked in confusion at JoJo for a moment. Then the air around all of them seemed to shimmer and the puffer jacket swelled up with dark power.

As if they had known her all their life, Morgan's gang fell in around JoJo. She was their leader now. And now even as Belinda looked she suddenly remembered how JoJo was the most popular bad girl in school and had always been the Alpha girl. She was a cruel, sadistic, gang obssessed bitch - and everyone was terrified of her.

Even though she knew about the potion and the jacket, it was like it was being erased from her head... as if reality was changing to accomodate JoJo's transformation.

Only Belinda's iron will and focus allowed her to remember the truth... that this was her friend and the jacket had done this to her.

"What were you saying... loser?" laughed JoJo as she felt the reassurance and power of being the Queen Bee of a group of bullies. There were now eleven of them... the whole squad. JoJo knew with a click of her bitchy fingers she could destroy Belinda and her loser friends. It was intoxicating and she had never felt anything so delicious.

All her life she'd been a good little swot, a preppy little loser engrossed in books and learning. The jacket had set her free. She was wearing Morgan's evil proudly and she never wanted it to end.

"Get them girls," she laughed, watching as her minions eagerly surged forward. The bitchy girls were stronger, taller, meaner... the nerds didn't stand a chance.

JoJo didn't even lift a finger. She just watched, her pretty pink lips in a twisted smile as she watched the nerds fall before the power of her squad.

"Make sure you take extra special care of that loser Belinda. I want her to suffer the most..."

It was good to be Queen.

********

Belinda stared in the mirror and cried.

Her once frizzy brown hair was totally gone. She was almost bald... the hair clippers JoJo's girls had used on her taking all the length away. Her ribs were bruised and her glasses a smashed ruin - but she'd refused to tell anyone who had done this to her.

She was too afraid.

Morgan had been bad, but JoJo was even worse! Belinda couldn't believe that her once smart and kind friend had become so evil. JoJo had all of Joannes knowledge and brains, but now merged to an evil personality that loved to bully others and do bad things.

She wished they'd never given Morgan that potion. How did that old saying go... the cure is worse than the disease?

But Belinda had never been a quitter. She might look soft, but underneath her quiet personality - she had a core of steel and the strength to do what needed to be done. She would save her friend, no matter the cost.

She just had to get the jacket off JoJo before it was too late. The other girls claimed to no longer remember Joanne. Their memories and everyone elses was changing to accomodate the new bitch - some faster than others. Soon she wouldn't even remember her old friend.

She didn't even know if removing the jacket would reverse the transformation. The longer Joanne wore it though, the more of Morgan's evil sank into her and that couldn't be good.

She wondered what JoJo was up to right now? She had to make a plan and she was running out of time.

***********

JoJo was ambitious. Morgan had played at being a mean bitch, but JoJo actually wanted to be one. She was going to ensure that she became the nastiest slut this town had ever seen. It was time to go into business.

Bent over the railing of the apartment block, JoJo giggled and moaned as her new drug-dealer boyfriend fucked her with slow steady thrusts. Her leggings were around her ankles, her ass jiggling in the air as he slid his cock deep into her once virgin pussy and fucked her in public. She gripped the railings tight with her hands, thrusting back against his pumps. His hands were in her hair, pulling her head back and making her groan.

The shiny black puffer jacket was unzipped... her top yanked up to free her tits. Her enlarged tits swung free. She'd always dreamed of having big tits like these.

Her gang stood at the other end of the block, preventing anyone from passing. They smoked and laughed, occasionally glancing over with jealousy to see their leader getting railed.

"Mmmh yeah deeper, fuck me harder," groaned JoJo. She loved getting pounded by this criminal bastard. Leon was the local hardman and JoJo felt wet at the thought that if she wanted, she could set him on any one she chose.

Her Mom and Dad would be horrified that she was giving herself to a man ten years older than her, but she loved how easy it was to manipulate him.

Leon groaned and she giggled and she felt his cum flood her pussy. He dismounted and she pulled her leggings up, enjoying the feeling of his warm creampie inside her.

Handing her a joint, he lit it and JoJo took a deep drag. Mmmmh this was DEFINITELY the life. "How about you supply me with this stuff and I'll make sure it makes it's way into school? For a small cut of course."

"Damn girl - you're evil. Sure thing, provided you let me keep tapping your pussy."

JoJo smiled. "You know it baby."

Blowing out a cloud of weed, she tossed back her hair and laughed. It felt so good to be bad.

********

JoJo watched as the last of her gang dutifully accepted their packets of drugs and move out into the school. They were all too afraid to argue with her and she knew they'd keep their silence too if any of them got caught.

Soon she'd be raking it in and living the life of a spoiled bad-girl. No one could stop her now.

*whoomph*

Belinda struck her from behind and JoJo crashed against the wall. Winded she gasped for help but there was no one to help her as she'd sent her gang out to sell the packets.

Her now nearly bald victim was smaller, weaker and less viscious - but Belinda was possessed of a desperation that gave her strength. Even so she wouldn't last long one on one with JoJo.

The bully smiled as she easily sidestepped Belinda's next attack and with a kick easily knocked her down.

Stradling her victims chest, JoJo looked down and laughing spat in Belinda's face.

"Haha, you're so weak. So pathetic. I'm going to destroy yo..."

She never finished what she wanted to say. Her gloating had given Belinda time to recover and with a superhuman effort she threw JoJo off and tore at the puffer jacket.

It slid off JoJo's body and out of Belinda's grasp as it flew through the air to land on the floor.

JoJo screamed. Her body shook and she gasped in horror as Joanne's features began to return. She was turning back!

"No! My jacket!" she screeched leaping forward towards the jacket.

But Belinda was quicker. She grabbed the jacket, only somehow... her arm ended up slipping inside.

Belinda gasped as a delicious thrill throbbed through her. She groaned as long bitchy nails sprang out of the hand that now emerged from the jacket and she watched the skin tan. Fuck it felt good.

"No! That's mine you bitch."

JoJo was on her, but swinging around Belinda used her new hand to slap the other girl hard and send her tumbling backwards. She felt a thrill of intoxicating power and a smirk twisted her lips. Oh yesss it felt good to be powerful.

She looked up to see JoJo's minions were racing towards them, finally making their way back to their leader to help her in her fight.

"Too late losers," giggled Belinda slipping her other arm into the puffer jacket and pulling it tight around her body. "I'm your fucking Queen now."

Belinda screamed in unholy pleasure as the jackets evil flowed into her.

Her shaven scalp erupted as waves of soft long blonde hair flowed out and wicked matching fingernails shot out of her other hand to give her a pair or bitchy claws. She became prettier and tanned - her bones cracking as she became taller and fitter with a perfect ass and firm round tits.

Belinda groaned in pleasure as all the goodness and innocence inside her body were burned away... the jacket eagerly settling onto it's new host.

"Mmmmh, from now on you can call me Bex," grinned the new bad girl as her minions surrounded her - their loyalty now transfered to her.

Grovelling on the floor before the blonde bitch, Joanne wept at the horrible transformation her friend had undergone. She also ached from the withdrawal of wearing the jacket and the sense of power it had given her.

She was a preppy good girl again, fully transformed back into her old self. She was already struggling to remember Belinda. Bex was now in control.

Bex smirked as she zipped up the jacket and felt it's delicious evil suffocating her once innocent spirt. She wanted to feel more evil than even JoJo had. She wanted to be fully corrupted.

"I wonder how long I have to wear this until all the evil is absorbed into me and I never change back? Unlike you, I have no intention of going back."

Lighting a cigarette Bex took a deep drag and looked around. "I'm in charge now loser and you better stay away from me and my jacket. I won't warn you more than once."

She smoked a little longer, then laughing flicked the stub at the weeping Joanne and snapped her fingers to summon her minions.

She was horny and it was time to find a hot bad boy to fuck.

The cure might be worse - but Bex was going to enjoy being the disease.

THE END

#evie hyde #bitchification #f2f transformation #f2f corruption #puffer jacket #corrupted clothing #bully

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deoccchi · 3 months

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Finished the fallen version and . . . well, I let my delusions win 😇

#dol #dol sydney #degrees of lewdity #m!sydney #sydney the fallen #corrupted!sydney #pc #dol pc #I had more fun designing this version ngl #maybe bc I let myself be fully delusional #oh yeah btw #sydney looks like a sheep in wolfs clothes to me #and I think he'll be into visual-key thingy #and uhhh #thanks to everyone for kind words #i'm a bit awkward but I read everything and all #i'm really gratefull🥺

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beatriceportinari · 3 months

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Another year, another outfit to die in! Happy birthday again Izuna!!!!!!

Like last year, I played with someone else's lines for these charming patterns, thank you so much Lena @elhnrt ! I had a ton of fun :D

Check the readmore for pattern references and explanations, there are some easter eggs in there :)

(x,x,x,x)

My goal for this piece, in addition to playing with patterns and textures and adding some Naruto references, was to add as many death flags as possible.

The idea of having Izuna in a fireman's coat is obviously not from me. I've always like the idea of Uchihas in fire resistant clothes, and the opportunity for a thick texture alongside a reversible double pattern is very appealing. I used the image of the second reference as a base, with skulls on one side and stylized lightning patterns on the other (visible inside the sleeves and collar). Both were common immagery of firemen coats.

The actual skull pattern is taken from the third reference. I'd seen this one before and before even learning anything abt it it was too beautiful to pass up. Those white and navy gradients are absolutely delightful and I enjoyed using my gel pens for them very much.... This particular type of imagery with skulls and bones in a field is called Nozarashi, inspired by Buddhist representation of death and transience.

The lightning pattern itself is a reference to water and lightning dragons :) Like Tobirama's iconic jutsu, it's one of the hints of what's abt to happen to our little guy. The scabbard is also decorated with dragon motifs for the same reason.

The background pattern is taken from the first reference, another fireman's coat with an illustration of Raijin, the thunder god. He is often representated with drums decorated with tomoes. It works nicely as a standard looking sharingan illustration, with a reference to Tobirama's hiraishingiris with the thunder imagery, like the thunder patterns inside the coat.

If you're interested in this I recommend the book linked in the second reference! It is entirely about skeleton motifs in japanese clothing of the early 20th century.

#mine #mixed #wip #naruto #uchiha izuna #been looking at some many fun patters I really went all in for this one #I love borrowing people's lines bc I do not care much abt anatomy or even drawing clothes tbh but patterns and textures....#it's like I'm dressing up a little doll :)#you can tell I was feeling myself seriousposting bc I capizalized the names...#anyway this was a lot of fun and of course actually quite unserious #for exemple you'll notice all these are either from late 19th/early20th c. despite the warring states era being obviously sengoku coded #later designs were easier for me to find references from and information on since I do not know much abt the subject #I allowed myself these liberties bc the timeline (wether aesthetic or narrative) in naruto is hardly strict #also it's usually the senjus who are associated with Buddhism and the uchiha are more shinto leaning but well.#you can tell yourself this is a sign of early konoha corruption on our guy Izuna #if you have any more questions abt this feel free to ask! this was a surprise again so i haven't posted any wips #but i do have some pictures of the process and I always love to chat

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yuriyuruandyuraart · 9 months

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FEM NIGHTMARE DESIGN

i wanted to post both my pre corruption and post design version at once so here you go!

they might be subject to change in the future, but i don't think i wanna go overboard with detail for nightmare's passive form; cause not only would her fancy princess clothing be stolen or ripped and torn ages ago with all the bullying and blood staining it, but also the twins have to change their clothes every once in a while to clean them or at least when they get too small to fit, so the outfits have to be replaceable/easy to mend and sew back hhh xD

also no crowns for this version of mine, but a crescent moon hair clip turned necklace for night, and a sun clip turned belt for dream! her design coming soon (hopefully :'D)

#my art #my redesign #utmv #nightmare sans #nightmare!sans #dreamtale #dreamtale au #passive nightmare sans #dreamtale nightmare #corrupted nightmare sans #fem!nightmare #alright hoo boy finally!!! it's her it's the lady the queen in the flesh<333 #posting this at two am might be a bad idea if no one sees this....but at the same time aughgh i can't WAIT til morning to show her i CAN'T!#i'm sorry i just want to see night wearing suits and ironed pants and all the fanciest cool clothing ever once she gets outta her universe #boots with heels cause she's a shorty<333 and cause they're pretty on her like omgg #the whole silhouette is so good y'all idk how i managed to make it look alright when my poses are always so stiff hhhh xD #also i didn't wanna make the purple too saturated cause purple and blue fabrics were always expensive back in the old times #like REALLY expensive- so even if it is fiction i kinda expect her to not have lots of spare clothes lying around :'D #okay okay imma shut up goodnight y'all<333

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daiourage · 7 months

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Ritual.

#my art~#faith game #faith the unholy trinity #john ward #i;;; do not know how to draw stained glass and i was looking at references;#will redo later probably ;;;#but this is my last piece for a few weeks bc its testing season and i’m an obedient student 😇#faith posting will resume after testing;;; maybe i’ll post sketches tho #ppl who followed me for tsp don’t worry also #also whoops john’s clothes are wrong #also also john’s corrupt again #also x3 yeah i used the stained glass in the snake meadow hill church #GASP I FORGOT HIS HAIR

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icedb1ackcoffee · 27 days

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Ecologist!Reader aesthetic | Corrupted by Design | Feyd-Rautha x Reader

You stood out compared to the Harkonnens, in more ways than just one. You wore loose clothing: rich brown pants or skirts and deep greens tied around your torso and arms, sometimes flashes of red or blue—all washed out under any sunlight. You carried with you strange jars and herbs, your dark, sunblocking glasses atop your head if not perched on your nose, your waist satchel stuffed with samples—you must have looked completely alien to their more minimalist sensibilities. “You dress oddly for someone from the Imperium,” one of your workers remarked. “Is it your goal to one day turn into a plant, and not just look like one?”

Corrupted by Design (Rated E)

#I know I said I tried to make reader nondescript but when I write these pictures are very inspiring for me!#i probably have like 500 pins on my pinterest board for this story #feyd rautha x reader #dune fic #dark fic #feyd rautha x you #feyd rautha x oc #feyd x reader #please excuse my half-assed attempt at making this collage ‘aesthetic’ I have no idea what I’m doing #the other pictures i used for my headers were b&w and made it difficult to see the colors of the clothing #so here is me being extremely self indulgent lol #idk i just really like the idea of the imperial ecologist!reader being so warm and full of life #compared to the very wild and intense Feyd #i think about this way too much in case that wasn't extremely obvious 😭 lmao #me shouting into the void basically #none of these images belongs to me #corrupted by design

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baconplasm · 5 months

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I've been working on this for the past few days!

It's a new style of rendering so it took me a while but I had fun :>

#granblue fantasy #gbf #lucilius #30k plain damage on my backbone bc ive been sitting in front of my desk for so long #bitchass armor is so hard to render and the corruption on his body OUGHHHH EXPLODE #the fuckijg metals bro the metals #i thought hes gonna be easy to draw bc hes way less clothed than ur average gbf character #but how wrong i was #THE GAUNTLET #bacons art

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prosebushpatch · 2 days

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Okay so I recently, finally, watched Wish and I have some thoughts. Overall, not as bad as everyone makes it out to be, but still has a lot of fundamental story problems and I've got to get them off of my chest. I'll mostly be focused on Magnifico because I think his motivations and arc largely represent the problem with the overall theme.

Okay so my biggest problem with Magnifico is his motivation. His tragic backstory. How on earth does he go from losing his whole family to thinking, the only way he can prevent that from happening again is to grant wishes? The logic doesn't track. It almost makes sense in his creating a kingdom where he protects everyone and "doesn't even charge rent," but it does not make sense with his wish granting. Having a great need to be control to make sure he doesn't lose anyone ever again can be a compelling motivation for a villain, where we see lines crossed that don't justify the intent, but in the movie, he's too self-absorbed to seem to have any actual care for the people of Rosas.

I think if the motivation was changed to something like Magnifico had once been a bright-eyed, enthusiastic wish granter who blindly believed all wishes were good but learned the hard way that that wasn't true could have been a better fit for the overall goal of the movie. Imagine that he granted a wish for a wicked person who used that wish to hurt others, or if Magnifico granted a wish but that wish ended up ruining the person's life because what they wanted wasn't what they needed (i.e. Remember The Princess and the Frog? Dig a little deeper) and that person could have went after Magnifico and blamed him for their troubles (harkening back to We Don't Talk about Bruno). This would be an understandable tragic backstory for Magnifico, and better explain why he's so careful about the wishes he grants. And, perhaps the reason he keeps the wishes he doesn't want to grant is to keep the people in his kingdom docile. No one will be angry with him for not granting their wishes if he makes them forget them and lose that drive and motivation, which makes more sense than the unexplained hording them like he does in the movie? Why does he keep them in the movie other than admiring the wishes? It doesn't make sense to me.

This would give Asha more of a reason to oppose him, if it's shown how his desire to not get hurt or to inadvertently cause hurt turned into a paranoia where he drains people of wishes to fly or play music that inspires others. And, as a side note, we need to see more of how Rosas is a kingdom of people who lack drive and motivation, where only those younger than 18 have that special part of them that inspires them to chase after a dream (something that Astor Rhymemaster touched on). Because that's the point of wishes, right? That's the point of the entire Disney canon. A dream is a wish your heart makes. That star can only get you so far, it takes hard work and determination. It's wanting something better in life, it's dreaming of leaving behind all you know to chase after a tangible light. It's finding a new dream, it's finding a new wish as you grow and learn about yourself and the world.

I don't think the movie Wish understood what makes wishes so important in Disney stories. You know what wishes do? They ignite change. It's not about getting what you want, it's about finding the courage to chase after something better. Ariel wants to be where the people are, but really she wants to be somewhere where others are willing to understand her and in the end, she finds that and makes amends with her father, who finally is willing to see her for who she is. Rapunzel wants to see the lights, and that desire pushes her to leave a tower she's been trapped in her whole life, learning that the world is not as cruel and cold as her abusive mother told her. Cinderella wants to go to the ball, to dance with people who treat her as a person and not a servant of cinders and ash. That wish is granted by a fairy godmother and gives her a hope that is worth fighting for, a hope that helps her reclaim what is rightfully hers; a glass slipper that fits only her and the love that comes with it.

Wishes inspire change. The movie should have been about that. Magnifico could have been right, that some wishes inspire negative change that can drag down multiple people. The kingdom of Rosas could have been so placid because change is scary. Maybe Magnifico could have convinced people, after taking their wish, that it wasn't worth it. Maybe the wish ceremonies could have changed so it wasn't portrayed as some sort of lottery everyone looks forward to, but Magnifico would grant wishes on the spot if he decided they were good and worthwhile, and he would lock away the wishes that would cause trouble and tribulations. 18 year olds could be enthusiastic to give him their wishes, thinking they were surely good and worth granting, only to forget their wish and be told that their wish would have only brought about their unhappiness, this would have justified a more solemn tone in the kingdom, setting up a world where people are mostly downtrodden, thinking their wishes are bad and pointless and they're better off without them. Imagine Cinderella or Rapunzel being told their wishes weren't good, reinforcing all the things their abusive families tell them, taking away that hope and courage to find something better for themselves.

Here's where the true conflict could come in. Asha could be onto this from the beginning, and her opening song could have been about this concern that the people who didn't get their wishes granted aren't willing to try at all. (Because, after all, why doesn't Sabino play music at all? Having that taken from him would take so much joy and creative expression from his life!) But why does Asha know something is amiss?

Simon.

Imagine that Magnifico has a strict rule not to ever share your wish with another person because then it wouldn't come true. It makes sense with our own superstitions, and then makes it so that no one knows anyone else's wishes. Maybe your best friend changes so drastically after giving up their wish, but you believe, like everyone else, that their wish would have only caused suffering. What can you do about it? Well what if Simon told Asha about his wish? What if Asha knew his wish wasn't dangerous and couldn't imagine a way that it could go wrong? That would give her a reason to doubt Magnifico and put more emphasis on how Simon has lost his drive like all the other adults in the kingdom. And it can also emphasize in the end that sharing your wishes and dreams with others can be a powerful thing. Just the act of sharing your dreams can inspire others to go after their own, and they can give you the encouragement to chase your wish too. Wishes inspire change, love gives you the courage to make it happen.

Imagine if the star boy used to be a human, who wished to help others and lost his humanity to do it. Imagine his wish confirms Magnifico's belief, that wishes cause suffering because star boy lost his tether to earth and is separated from the people he loves. Imagine how he foils Asha who also wants to grant everyone's wishes. Imagine him ensuring she doesn't make the same mistake he did while she gives him a reason to change again, to anchor himself to humanity again because he loves her enough not to leave for forever.

Imagine the movie confirming that, yes, change is scary. Chasing your dreams won't always make things better. You might fail more than you succeed and some wishes cannot coincide with each other, leading to grief and strife. But some wishes are worth it. Sometimes, chasing after something better and failing is worth leaving a worse situation. Sometimes taking that chance is worth it, and, like in all fairy tales, if you are kind and generous and act with love, that will make all the difference in the end.

Also, I know everyone wished for a Magnifico and Amaya evil power couple, but imagine if Magnifico was truly in love with Amaya, as he is in the movie, but that love is eventually his undoing. Like Amaya leaps in front of Asha, and Magnifico stops or redirects his attack because she's the one thing he loves more than himself and that is the weakness that Asha and co can take advantage of. Imagine Amaya keeping Magnifico in the mirror and he gets to dote on her from his imprisonment for forever. I'm just saying. At least 30 sickos like me would be into that. Imagine the depth it would give to the themes of love and change and wishing and how acts of love make all the difference.

Alright, I'll get off my soap box. I just really wish Wish could have been stronger because these fairy tales Disney is famous for matter. They really do. But the movie feels too stale and shallow and too much of a cash grab that knows the outline of a disney musical, but is unable to understand the heart of why they work.

#rose and rambles #wish 2023 #disney #disney wish #if you read anything i post let it be this im shaking the bars of my cage #I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT FAIRY TALES AND DREAMS LET ME AT THE PEOPLE WHO MADE WISH SO SHALLOW #ILL MAKE THEM TEA AND GIVE THEM A GOOD SCOLDING #WHILE STEALING THEIR CLOTHES AND PUTTING ON A FAKE MUSTACHE TO TAKE OVER WHILE THEY'RE NIBBLING ON NICE COOKIES #THAT'S A TOTALLY NORMAL THING TO DO RIGHT #if you want to tell a good story you gotta tell it yourself <- my villain origin story #or at least my Sebastian kiss the girl moment. i can't believe they took out star boy. God forbid independent women have romantic interests #anyway im obsessed with how Magnifico always called Amaya “my love” and i think we can do beautiful and twisted things with that #Also i kind of hate the whole 'oh there's no saving him from this evil magic corruption' like le please that's the most stupid thing to eve #be in a fairy tale #just proves these people didn't actually read the snow queen #also also go watch Astor Rhymemaster she's a genius and explains songs IN SUCH AN IN DEPTH WAY #i haven't interacted with much other wish stuff so idk how others are rewriting it but this my ideal

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unsolvedchaos · 2 months

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binged marytn's pirates smp pov in one day and got damn. that stone do sun.

#something something parallels between the corruption and the sunstone w/ martyn #inthelittlewood #inthelittewood fanart #pirates smp #pirates smp fanart #The Unsolved Art #i know the main skin/art used is a vest but his og skin is a DOUBLET!! that man is pirate!!!!!!#i know too much about pirate/renaissance clothes to not use it!

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corruptedcaps · 25 days

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Nurse Stacey

Stacey’s first day as an interning nurse wasn’t going well. How was she suppose to know she had to provide her own uniform? Although the rest of the girls from her class seemed to know as they were all dressed and ready for work. She knew it was somehow Bree’s, her bitchy classmate, fault.

Bree was clearly jealous of Stacey’s innate smarts and aptitude for the job but Bree also made it no secret that she was studying to become a nurse just so she could sink her claws into the richest doctor available. She didn’t want anyone taking any spotlight away from her in anyway so constantly set Stacey up to fail.

However Bree had ‘modified’ her uniform to make it so eyes were always on her anyway. Her tight uniform showed as much skin as was possible under the rules, so bullying Stacey at this point was just a bonus. By lunchtime on her first day Stacey was pulled aside by the head doctor, Lawrence, and told she needed to find a uniform that was white and red like everyone else’s by end of day otherwise she would be let go.

“I’m sorry Stacey but I’ve had complaints from some of the other interns that you aren’t taking your time here very seriously and it’s reflecting poorly on them so please find something appropriate to wear otherwise I’ll have to give you a failing grade.” He said leaving her alone to fume. Her? Inappropriate? Bree was the one with the ‘modified’ uniform, her tits practically dripping out.

“But by the end of day? How can I possibly do that with the rest of my work?” Stacey said to herself after Lawrence walked away.

“Maybe you should use your lunch hour, god knows you could lose a few pounds.” Bree said cruelly chiming in.

Stacey stormed into the locker room to try and find some nurse scrubs, even dirty ones but came up empty. Frustrated she banged against the lockers but felt them shake more than normal against the wall. That’s when she realized they weren’t up against a wall, but a door. Curious, she pulled out the set of lockers to reveal the door. It had been painted over but it was clearly a door and even had a name plate too.

Sliding the plate off she scratched and chipped away at the paint until it revealed it read ‘Head Nurse’. It was only then that she realized that the hospital didn’t have a head nurse. It wasn’t unusual for a hospital not to have one but it certainly was strange for a hospital to have an office for one that didn’t exist. However Stacey also realized that this may be the solution to her problems. Any good head nurse would have a spare change of scrubs in case of emergency.

Pushing the paint covered door hard enough until it gave in, Stacey fell inside to find a long forgotten and dusty room. It was sparsely decorated and had little furniture. What furniture it did have was odd. For example it had a rather plush looking bed and velvety sofa. It looked more like a room to entertain than one to work in but her eyes were soon drawn to a clothes mannequin in the corner. This would be what she needed.

However as she got closer to it she saw that the outfit was far from what she expected. Instead it looked like some sort of slutty Halloween version of a nurses outfit. It was made of white and red spandex and was incredibly short and looked like she wouldn’t be able to breath in it despite it’s flexibility. Stacey would never wear such a thing even as a joke let alone for work but as the end of the day was looming she realized it was her last hope. If nothing else it could buy her time to get a proper uniform after work somewhere.

Stripping down to her underwear she eyed the outfit and realized that she would need to be totally naked to squeeze into it. Locking the door to the office she then removed the last of her clothes and stood for a moment looking at her reflection in the large mirror in the corner.

She was by no means ugly but she was certainly out of shape and unkempt looking. She just never had time to work out and primp herself due to all her studying. She had sacrificed a lot to be where she was and now she was on the brink of losing it because of some gold digging jealous bitch. Her anger spurred her on. She pulled the outfit off the mannequin and held her breath as she slipped into it and zipped it up.

It was the tightest thing she had ever worn and yet she didn’t feel uncomfortable. There was a certain safety she felt by having it close to her skin and yet at the same time it felt as though she were naked. It gave her a weird sense of power, like the outfit was a kind of armour. Taking a moment she looked at herself in the mirror and strangely didn’t think she looked silly as she thought she might have. She didn’t feel shy or reserved either, she felt sexy. Even the antiquated hat looked good on her.

“Wow a head nurse wearing this? I imagine all all the staff were eating out of the palm of her hand, especially the hunky doctors looking like this.” She said to herself in admiration of the previous owner of the outfit. She felt light headed wearing it, like she didn’t have a care in the world which she quickly put down to the outfit cutting down on the blood circulation. It wasn’t tight everywhere however as the outfit was clearly meant for someone with a much larger cup size.

“Even though I don’t fill it out perfectly I think this should keep me from being fired today.” She said to herself preparing to leave but suddenly hearing a voice in her head.

“Fired? Who would dare fire the head nurse?” The voice purred in her mind.

“W-who said that?” Stacey said looking around seeing no one.

“Why me of course, your uniform. I am designed specifically for the head nurse. That’s you of course, correct?” The voice replied. Stacey thought she was losing her mind. Maybe the uniform was cutting off more blood to her brain than she thought.

“Eh yes I’m Stacey, the new, eh, head nurse.” Stacey replied trying to humor her own delusion.

“Stacey? No no no that won’t do, that’s not commanding enough. No you will be Anastasia from now on. Now let me get started.” The voice continued.

“Started with w-?” Stacey began but suddenly felt an intense heat begin in her stomach and reverberate outward. However it wasn’t unpleasant and in fact was quite pleasing making her involuntarily moan.

“Whhhhaaaaat arrrreee youuuuu doooooing?” Stacey groaned as the feeling intensified.

“Why I’m remaking your body of course, didn��t you read your head nurse contract? It’s standard procedure for all new head nurses to undergo a bitchification process. You need to be strong and tough to have this job after all.” The voice said matter of factly.

Stacey felt the uniform crunch in her stomach and her body moulded to its sleek and curvy contours. Her hips flared out, her butt became plump while her waist shrank. It felt good.

And yet she knew what was happening was wrong, she wasn’t the head nurse and pretending to be one would only land her in hot water. She needed to take off the uniform even if it was the more pleasurable thing she had ever felt.

“Noooo stop, this isn’t right. I’m not the head nurse.” She groaned while the changes continued. Hot red nails shot out from the ends of her fingers as her lips inflated into soft kissable pillows. Her tits grew bigger and bigger until it felt as though they’d rip the uniform.

“Of course, it’s perfectly normal to feel that way during this process but the next phase should put you at ease.” The uniform replied to her in words and then in actions as Stacey suddenly felt a barrage of information be thrown at her mind.

Expert medical advice was downloaded in an instant to her mind, knowledge that would have taken a lifetime to learn was suddenly as simple to her as two plus two. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad she thought to herself, she could make a real difference with a mind like hers now.

Just as she was having this altruistic thought, however, she heard bitchy mantras and creeds echo in her head.

Profits over people.

Power is Queen, the Queen will have power.

Serving the hospital so you will be served.

Greed, beauty, excess, fear.

They repeated over and over again in her mind, it was clear that the head nurse wasn’t there to help the patients, she was meant to help the hospital. Stacey was disgusted but the more she heard the words the more she was nodding along. She tried to resist but the conditioning was too strong.

She didn’t want to become a bitch but the temptation was getting hard to deny. Why should she have to work so hard when sluts like Bree walked all over her. Thinking about what a spoilt bitch Bree was ironically sealed Stacey’s fate. Knowing she’d have the power to command Bree to do whatever she said made Stacey unbearably wet. She wanted that more than anything.

“Yeesss you’re right, I was just doubting myself. That’ll never happen again. Insecure nurse Stacey is dead, confident, gorgeous head nurse Anastasia has arrived.” She purred with a new bitchy tone. She expected the uniform to reply but it said nothing. Having completed its job it went back into a dormant state.

Anastasia meanwhile walked over to the upright mirror and took in her new form. She looked every bit the wet dream she felt. Her outrageous beauty was complemented by her steely cold gaze, a duo that would give her the ultimate power over the staff and patients of HER hospital.

However she needed to make it official and there was one person she knew who could rubber stamp her new position and she would make it so he would beg her to be head nurse.

The next morning, the staff of the hospital were gathered outside Lawrence’s office after being summoned there 20 minutes ago. They weren’t certain but some could have sworn that they heard grunting, moaning and spanking.

Bree arrived with her cohort just as Lawrence exited his office, with his tie askew. Bree looked around and was happy to see Stacey not present.

“Guess poor Stacey didn’t find any spare uniforms. Such bad timing that we had offered to wash all the spares this morning, we could have given her one.” Bree smirked satisfied to herself as her friends giggled knowingly.

“Thank you all for coming on such short notice. I’ll make this brief. I’m proud to announce that starting today we have a long over due position returning. The position of head nurse!” Lawrence declared and the staff broke out into a murmur.

Bree and her friends broke into an excited chatter. This could be the stepping stone Bree needed to bag herself a rich doctor. If she became Head Nurse she would work intimately with the upper crust of the hospital. Sure there were more senior nurses but she had a way of getting what she wanted.

“After a long decision process I have decided to fill the position with one of our newest nurses. I know this might irk some of the senior staff but I believe a new position needs new blood.” Lawrence said and Bree felt his eyes land on her. Could she be getting her wish so soon? Of course, there was no other answer.

“So will you all please welcome your new head nurse, Anastasia.” Lawrence announced loudly as a brunette beauty strode out from his office. The staff were completely gobsmacked by the reveal of Anastasia, clad in the tightest uniform they had ever seen.

“Now that is no way to great your new head nurse, is it? Applaud. ” Anastasia said with a long stare that sent a shiver down everyone’s spine. Slowly they began to clap and Anastasia basked in their fearful reverence.

“Now Anastasia will get reacquainted with everyone over the next few days but for now back to work.” Lawrence said and looked over to Anastasia for an approving look but finding only her cold withering stare. Nevertheless he became aroused and quickly left to do his rounds along with most of the staff. Most except Bree and her gang.

“You might have Lawrence fooled with these fake tits, and slutty makeup but I know you’re still a loser Stacey and I’ll have your job by the end of the week.” Bree said defiantly. Anastasia smiled at her unnervingly and slowly clopped over to her in her high heels. As tough as Bree fronted she soon cowered before her new head nurse as she was backed into a corner with her friends.

“That’s head nurse Anastasia worm. You can be as insolent as you like but I now control your passing grades. If you don’t do exactly as I say I’ll fail you, all of you, and blacklist the lot of you from working in any hospital in this country. No job, no hot doctors, no life of luxury.” She said bearing down on the frightened young women.

“But follow me, learn from me and I’ll recommend you as Head Nurses to our sister locations. They’ll be some ‘training’ involved of course but you’ll earn yourself a uniform like mine and the power that comes with it. Understood?” Anastasia said in a cold purr that had all of Bree’s friends nodding enraptured.

“Good. Now off you go, training begins tomorrow.” Anastasia said standing back and allowing the women to escape. But yet again, Bree stood in rebellious rage.

“Screw you slut, my daddy is rich and is on the board of the hospital, if you think your theatrics intimidate me you-” Bree began but was quickly silenced by Anastasia who grabbed the girl by her neck and lifted her off the floor with ease, the uniform granting her super human strength.

“Silence, I heard just about enough of you. I know about your daddy and the power he had over the hospital. Who do you think gave Lawrence the go ahead for my promotion? Your daddy is under my thumb now and he will do exactly as I command, something you’re going to learn to do starting now.” Anastasia cackled as she dragged the young nurse to her office and threw her to the floor.

“Now loser you’re going to clean this place too to bottom. I want all this dust gone by the end of day, if you don’t consider your future as a nurse ended.” The bitchy head nurse said smirking down at Bree.

“By the end of day? How can I possibly do that with the rest of my work?” Bree said to Anastasia who just looked at her as if she were an ant.

“Maybe you should use your lunch hour, god knows you could lose a few pounds.” Anastasia said smirking cruelly at Bree.