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misseviehyde · 3 days

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STRUNG OUT

"I'm sorry dude. It was always our bully Brad's idea to get you hooked on Elixir then cut you off and give it to me instead. I just couldn't stop him turning me into his new bitchy girlfriend and giving me all the clothes and makeup he bought for you. I mean - it's not like I tried very hard, after all you know how good this feels... but honestly this wasn't MY idea.

Sure... okay... I may have suggested it to him a few months ago when I discovered how to create the Elixir, but only so he'd stop bullying ME. You understand right?

I honestly thought he'd change his mind after he found out what a good bitch you made, but now it's clear he enjoys the thought of the long game more than instant gratification. The plan was always to make you get addicted to the power of being a popular girl, then pull the rug away from under your feet to totally destroy you.

I'm just the final humiliation - the former best-friend who now has everything you ever wanted. I... I mean Brad... loves the idea of a power-transfer. It makes him hard to imagine your jealousy and impotent rage as you watch me become everything you wanted to be.

I gotta admit - it's not like I'm fighting very hard to resist. These tits, this ass... mmmmh this pussy - it all feels really good. I'm a fucking Grade-A bitch now and it's fun how quickly everyone has switched their allegiance to me.

Awwww does it make your little dicklet seethe with impotence knowing you'll never get to feel this good again? Your withdrawal to the Elixir is gonna hurt so bad. You'll beg me for more, you'll do anything to get some... but you will never touch another drop.

You'll have to watch me - flawless and sexy - taking what I want and living this deliciously toxic feminine lifestyle. Just look at me simp... I'm fucking perfect, I'm all you ever wanted to be and never can be again.

Awwwww hahaha are you getting hard? Does the humiliation turn you on as much as it does me? How about I friend zone you then? I'll tell you all the deliciously naughty things I'm doing as a girl so you can be super jealous.

Perhaps you think if you hang around me you'll find where I've hidden the Elixir, or I'll relent and give you some.

No chance loser.

You're all nicely strung out and the plan has worked perfectly. Now watch as Brad takes me out for dinner... and later, when we get back you can watch him fuck me like the good little cuck you are, almost like I was the one who planned all this from the start..."

THE END

#evie hyde #bitchification #m2f corruption #bully #evil bitch #tg elixir #strung out #taunting #teasing #power swap

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hufflepuffwritingstuff2 · 9 months

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Hiii !!!! Could you do a villain x hero with 2,8,9 from the hurt/conform ask game? Thank you 💟

Hi anon! Sure I can! Thanks for requesting this, and for your patience, here you go!

From this ask game

“Help me!” Hero pleaded, the flames in their hands burning ever hotter.

Hero’s flames climbed up the walls of the abandoned building, licking the ceiling and charring it. Villain coughed as smoke filled their lungs, but they stepped forward anyway, shielding themselves from the blaze with their newly acquired ice powers. They reached out to touch Hero and recoiled when their skin burned their hand. Villain cried out and clutched their hand protectively.

“Sorry, I’m sorry!” Hero sobbed.

“It’s okay, I’ll be fine, you need to calm down.”

“I don’t know how to control it!” Hero wailed.

Villain reached in their belt pocket with their good hand and felt the syringe inside. They didn’t want to use it on Hero, but it was clear that they were going to destroy the city otherwise. Curse whoever had swapped their powers with Villain’s.

“I know you’re scared,” Villain said, taking the syringe out, “I’m going to help you. The flames are controlled by your emotions. The more intense your feelings, the bigger and hotter the fire.”

Without warning, Villain jammed the needle into Hero’s skin. Hero cried out in pain from the sudden pinch.

“What was that for!?”

“It’s gonna help you calm down,” Villain explained, “don’t be afraid. I said I’d help you, and I will.”

Hero’s wide eyes stared into Villain’s. They opened their mouth to speak, but only a slurred “Villain” came out. The crime-fighter’s knees buckled, the flames in their hands quickly going out. The building, however, was still quite on fire.

Villain coated their hands in ice and scooped Hero up into a bridal carry. They winced at the weight on their burned hand but started running out of the building anyway.

“I’m going to get you out of here, then find a way to switch our powers back,” Villain said.

Hero only stared up at them with glassy, unfocused eyes. They barely managed to nod. Their head lolled back, and their breathing became deep and even. Villain ran faster to their base, the building burning and crumbling behind them. Hopefully, they could get to the bottom of this.

ko-fi

tags: @mythixmagic @infinityshadows @fishtale88 @thelazywitchphotographer @the-beasts-have-arrived @princessofonwardsworld @surplus-of-sarcasm

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10moonymhrivertam · 5 months

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A lil Dreamling bodyswap thing I’m directly copy-pasting from my phone notes, hopefully I get back to it someday

Apparently I was taking inspo from a Witcher post I’ve lost XD I’m gonna go look for it

@avelera if you’re interested 💜

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“Sounds like you’re living the dream.” Their lips curl into a conspiratorial smile over their glass. “Still. All bounds of ‘reasonableness’ aside. If you could have anything you wanted. What would it be?”

“Careful. Dressed like sin, shelling out for the good whiskey…a man might think you’re trying to trap him with a question like that.”

“Who, little old me?” They batted their eyes. Hob wondered if perhaps they knew Morse code for ‘I am absolutely trapping you’. “I’m just having a bit of fun. Come on, what could it hurt?”

Hob frowned at them. “Are you one of the Fair Folk?” He blurted.

They snorted, and their coy smile twisted downward into something just short of a sneer. “The faeries dipped out half a millennium ago.” Hob felt a little dizzy, his brain buffering through the realization that it was within his lifetime. As the matter-of-fact tone penetrated past the haze, he found himself rewarding the frankness with honesty.

“I’d like to know what’s going on in my best friend’s head once in a while.” STHe hesitated, but…in for a penny. “[Dissonance of glad to be back but definitely traumatized?]”ST

“A ‘walk a mile in their shoes’ sort of thing?”

Hob snorted. “Not sure I have enough style in me for his shoes.”

“You never know.” They shrugged sinuously. They set down their glass and stretched, full-bodied. It was the dangerously toothy yawn that really made it cat-like. “I really must be off.” They stood, pausing beside his seat. “Good to meet you, darling.” They pressed a kiss to his temple. A sudden shiver ripped down his spine.

“Good to meet you, too,” he said absently

For five centuries, Hob always remembered when he dreamed, even if their details slipped away like water come morning. In his sixth century, it was more questionable. He suspected he still dreamed, but he never woke up with anything on his mind, unless it was old memories returned to haunt him. He was just getting used to having the full experience back, which is what made the blankness he was waking up from so strange. He was so preoccupied with it, staring into the middle distance, that it took him at least three minutes to register the voice that had groaned when he’d sat up; the fine bedding beneath the hands propping him up; the wall he was staring in the direction of.

[And then he wanders around and eventually runs into Matthre and Lucienne. Matthre recognizes him as not-Dream on a close examination]

“That’s not ideal.” He’d hoped speaking would calm him down a little, but - he knew that voice. That fucker. They’d never actually denied being Fae, had they? Hoping he was wrong, he looked around for a mirror. He felt himself call it, but it appeared like in a dream - like he’d simply overlooked it before. The face staring back at him was familiar in all the wrong ways, save the eyes. Instead of the icy blue he’d expected, there were voids with twin stars. As bizarre as it seemed, it - kind of fit, actually. Hob raised a hand to his face reflexively, resting under his eye. It was strange to see Dream’s figure doing it.

“Right. Okay. Right.” Wind rattled at the doors to the balcony - balcony? Of course Dream had a balcony. “Maybe if I figure out where we are?” He mumbled to himself, making for the door. For all that Dream seemed more amenable to sharing personal information now (a name, even!), they were still used to Hob doing all the talking, and they hadn’t met much yet despite agreeing to keep a more friendly schedule. He hoped he was in or near London, but there was a pit in his stomach that doubted it. It grew as he stepped into the hall and realized just how massive Dream’s home must be.

He picked a direction and set off. Whatever storm lay outside seemed to be growing, which didn’t help his sense of dread in the slightest. As he kept walking, it seemed like a lecture hall’s worth of chatter was growing louder without growing any closer. Eventually, he came to hear snippets of it: “I have to remember to change that lightbulb”; “she reminds me of my niece”; “Did someone break in? …I really need to fold those clothes”; “Did I leave the stove on?” It left him distracted enough that he didn’t take in many details. The chatter and the storm and the knowledge that this was absolutely his fault swirled around him until he broke free to an open area. After looking around, he realized it was a throne room. Because of course it was. Suddenly, a number of things about Dream’s attitude and conduct made sense, but now he had absolutely no idea where he was.

“Hey, have we got another mission or something? That’s a hell of a gale.” He turned around, his eyes searching upward for the voice without him deciding to do so, landing on a raven flapping towards him from the presumably-front door. Before Hob decided what to say, the raven suddenly winged back, staring hard at him. He settled on the floor halfway down the room. “You aren’t the boss,” he said warily.

“No,” he confirmed. “I know him,” he added, hoping to head off the worst of any panic or interrogation. “But, um…yeah. I’m not Dream.”

“Oh, don’t do that again.”

“Do what?”

“Hearing him say ‘um’ is freaky.”

He cast his mind back over old meetings, recalling how deliberately Dream spoke on the rare occasions that he did, even in 1689, when he’d done most of the talking. “Yeah, no, that’s fair.” He paused, contemplating what to say next. “This is my fault. I think I accidentally made a deal. Anyone I can talk to about that? Besides, y’know, Dream?”

“…yeah, yeah there might be someone.” He took to the air again, and Hob followed in his wake. The chatter and the storm pressed at the edges of his brain, but having someone to focus on helped. He paused as they crossed the threshold to a library. He was sure he’d been in here before, once or twice, and yet…he didn’t remember a damn thing about it.

*****

• Lucienne &/or Matthew call Death

• Death calls a family meeting

• “Alright. I’m hoping one of us did this, because if it was someone else, this becomes much more serious immediately. I have two prime suspects. Given that Delirium isn’t pointing and laughing, Desire needs to start talking”

“What, i didn’t do anything to Dream” and/or similar until “wait YOURE hob gadling?”/“someone tell me what Hob gadling looks like”/“where does Hob gadling live” and Desire realizes they fucked up more than intended and they are simultaneously delighted and terrified

#the sandman #dreamling #fanfic #writing #desire of the endless #hob gadling #Matthew the Raven #body swap #hints of a #power swap

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remadra · 11 months

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doomed-by-the-narrative power swap!

#my art #little nightmares #little nightmares mono #little nightmares the pretender #pale city teens #power swap #command-mono and broadcast-pretty lets go gamers

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fanficcrow · 5 months

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Powerswap!au

A/N: I can’t believe I’m ACTUALLY getting a fic out when u said I would??? That’s a first.

(Also if you like the fic I do take requests! And pls reblog <3)

Warnings

Creep Reader

John was an accident. At first anyways. You had gotten pissed off at your old PA and might have lost your temper. Just a little though, and besides, it was their fault for making such a shit oat latte.

So you had told Ashley to pick out some PA candidates for you to interview, preferably ones with a brain in their head. And when you walked into your office you locked eyes with him. John.

He was your choice from the moment you walked in that room, but you’d never admit it. There was just something so….. captivating about him. It might have been his anxious demeanour, or his penchant for matching his turtlenecks with different glasses. But that didn’t matter. He was here now.

And you sure as shit weren’t going to let him leave.

You had tried to ignore him at first. After all, he was just some human, surely the infatuation would wear off soon.

But it didn’t. Days passed, and you found yourself looking for more excuses to see him.

You tried to not be obvious and started with small interactions. Besides, it’s normal for someone to visit their PA….. right?

You stepped into his office, taking a deep breath. Fuck, only a few weeks in here and it already smells like him. You look towards his desk, wondering why he hasn’t greeted you yet, only to find him so absorbed in his work that he didn’t notice your entrance.

Unbelievable. The homelander walked into his office and he didn’t even glance up? You should be infuriated, but something about his focus strikes you as cute.

You clear your throat, making him jump. He really wasn’t aware of you then, huh? A quiet satisfaction fills you as you hear his increased heart rate. It’s good to know you aren’t the only one affected.

“I need my Friday 4 pm moved. I don’t care when it’s moved to, just not Friday.” You glare down at him as you speak.

He blinks his big blue eyes up at you and your heart melts a little. “Oh? U-uhm are you sure? That’s a very important interview, I don’t know if-“

You cut him off mid sentence. “Did I ask how important it is? No. I said move. It.” You make your eyes glow red a bit, but turn it down when you hear his heart go faster. Shit, maybe you went too far. You wanted him to be a little frightened, not scared shitless.

“Y-yes Ma’am, I apologize.” He clicks his mouse, presumably moving the interview. You spy a drop of sweat roll down the side of his face and feel a twinge of guilt.

You heave a deep sigh. “Thank you….” You trail off, not really sure what to say next. As homelander, you really aren’t used to apologizing. “Just…. don't let it happen again, ok?” Yeah, that sounds about right. Firm, but not rude.

“Yes ma’am.” He hesitates but you can tell he wants to say more. “May I ask why you need it moved?”

“No.” You say. Short and simple, surely that wasn’t a mistake? You clear your throat a second time. “That will be all. Thank you…” You cut yourself off before you say his name. It’d be more polite to ask, right?

“I don’t believe I actually caught your name.”

He smiles and chuckles a little. “Don’t beat yourself up, you can just call me John.”

He laughed? You’re stunned. How could he laugh at the homelander? You weren’t sure where he got his courage, but you were sure about one thing.

You were gonna make John yours. At any cost.

#fanfiction #fanfic #homelander x reader #homelander #the boys #power swap #fanficcrow #fanficcrow writes

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lexlightning2002 · 2 years

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Octogoblin October Day 11 - Power Swap

This is my New favourite! I just love their costumes so much and I think they would be THE most powerful couple!

@octogoblinoctober

#octogoblinoctober #octogoblin #octoblin #otto octavius #norman osborn #otto x norman #fanart #spiderman no way home #spiderman raimi #Role swap #costume swap #Power swap #green goblin #doc ock #green goblin x doc ock

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quitealotofsodapop · 6 months

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I got this idea, from a long time ago when I watched The Flash and Tinkerbell (I watched when I was little). But what if there was this supervillain whenever he touches two gods or superheroes, he swaps their powers, and he ends up swapping Nezha and Yang Jian’s powers, So Nezha gets Yang Jian’s third eye. And Mr. Tang’s powers get Ao Bing’s powers. Mei gets Nezha’s powers. Red Son gets MK’s powers. MK gets Mei’s powers. Ao Bing gets Macaque’s powers.

What if it is swapped again and Mei gets Macaque’s powers. Or Ao Bing gets Mr. Tang’s powers?

How do you think it would go? Would they have to train each other and teach each other to use their powers? How would they react?

It would be a huge chaos of events, that much I can say!

Nezha with Third Eye: would be constantly overstimulated by the information he gets visually, including all the "truth seeing" power that comes with the Third Eye. Resorts to wearing a bandana or patch over his forehead to "quiet" the eye.

Mr Tang with Ao Bing's Ice powers: Honestly? He'd use his new power to put ice in his drinks. He isn't bothered that much, unless his "cicada" part of him gets sleepy in cold weather.

Mei with Nezha's fire: She's a natural! She's already got a hang of fire! If she had Macaque's shadows though? She'd get very scared. She knows what it feels like to be swallowed by the Lantern, and it gives her bad memories.

Red Son with MK's powers: This would mean Red Son has the ability to lift the staff? And all that implies? Red turns himself into a monkey (a small tamarin) cus of his poor understanding of the 72 Transformations and freaks out.

MK with Mei's dragon powers: Probably turns himself into a noodley dragon form whilst trying to get a hold of his new powers. Accidentally sets the restaurant on fire.

Ao Bing with Macaque's shadows: Immediately falls into a shadow on accident while walking down the stairs. If Ao Bing were to get Mr Tang's light powers, than he'd get startled and try to hide somewhere dark. The divine light scares and fascinates him, like a snake under a heat-lamp.

It would be very difficult for the power's owners to teach the others how to use them. Macaque would understand enough magic theory to help the kids out with shadow and light magic, but his advice on Fire powers is to just stay away from flammable materials.

#lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk au #power swap

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romirola · 1 year

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Snippet Saturday+

Hellllllooooo, friends! I’ve been tagged in some WIP tag games by @ejunkiet, @sealriously-sealrious, and @starlitangels over the last few weeks, but I’ve (just barely) held myself back from sharing anything because I like to have a decent amount of fic drafted before I start posting teasers. As far as length goes, this story is turning into a monster-fic that features the wolfpack, a few familiar friends, and some fun cameos. Even though I still have a lot of work to do on this story, I think I’m finally at a place where I can share a bit of it now!

I don’t having a title or rating for the fic yet, but long story short- we’re looking at my brand of hurt/comfort, pack interactions, and... a plotline centering on a mysterious power swap that has affected our favorite wolves, their mates, and a few friends.

No pressure, but I’m tagging @cashandprizes, @dominimoonbeam, @zozo-01, @itsdaifuku, @claracatlady, @frenchiefitzhere, @vividmilk, @angel-bubbles and anyone else who’d like to share any sort of WIP!

Babe gave a shaky nod of consent. “Th-th-the sun,” the normally stoic beta-mate choked out in a panic. “It burned. Like f-f-fire.”

“The sun,” Sam repeated, examining Babe’s skin. “The sun did this to you?”

That’s when Sam registered the fact that he was not in pain. No burns. Not even a blister.

Babe threw their head back against the arm of the sofa “Sam, please…”

“Okay, okay,” Sam hummed. “I’ll get you patched up. Hang on.” He brushed his fingertips across a particularly nasty patch of burned area across Babe’s neck. As he had so many times before in his life, Sam reached for his magical threads to summon the magic he needed, shape it into a healing force, and infuse it into Babe’s injury.

Except, Sam couldn’t do that. It was like his core was gone. Empty. Inaccessible.

“I… I… I…” He grasped at his chest, trying in vain to touch that intangible part of himself. “My core! My magic! Something’s wrong. I can’t feel my core.” Sam began to grow as distressed as Babe. “What the hell? It feels like nothing’s there…”

Babe tried to focus through their own pain as a look of utter fear formed on Sam’s countenance. “Your magic?” they rasped. “You can’t feel it at all?”

Sam forced himself to meet Babe’s gaze, shocked to find that their eyes had taken on the very same shade of silver that looked back at him in the mirror every night.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted fanfiction #redacted babe #redacted sam #sam collins #power swap

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ddringo · 6 months

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From the Grave Beyond

“It’s not about us!” Tony looks towards them again. A glimmer in his eyes. “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m happy to announce, that the future isn’t just on our shoulders anymore. All this wouldn’t have been possible, without the heir to Stark Industries, Peter Parker! So welcome back, to the Stark Expo.” Tony bows deeply, before making his way towards them.

Ned cheers loudly into his ear once more. Peter feels frozen in place.

Hair to Stark Industries…? Peter feels a knot form in his stomach. Tony wanted to leave the company to him. No, didn’t want to, he already had. Heir… Peter hadn’t agreed to that.

Arms fold around his shoulders and he has to fight every instinct in his body not to flinch back at Tony’s caring touch. “I- Tony… I’m not… I’m not sure I can-“

***

In an alternate universe Tony Stark is confronted with his past and forced to make a life changing decision in order to protect Peter Parker.

Second part to: Principles.

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cloudynight-pjo · 11 months

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If someone made a fanfic where like Lou Ellen’s got mad in a consular meeting and swapped everyone’s powers I would love that

#solangelo #will solace #lou ellen blackstone #percy jackson #pjo hoo toa #annabeth chase #riordan universe #power swap #fanfic

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misseviehyde · 8 months

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TAKE ME BACK

"Jack - I want to get back together with you," Kirsten had said downstairs at the party. "Sam is just so fucking immature and boring. I had so much more fun with you. Remember - nothing is impossible... take me back."

He couldn't believe she had said it - the fact she'd included their private motto made him believe it could even be for real. Kirsten actually wanted him back!

But could he go through this again? She had betrayed him two years ago - screwed him over for his best friend Sam. Was he really going to let her waltz back into his life as if nothing had happened?

"I don't know," he had grunted. "You cheated on me with him when I was the one who gave you everything. I'm not sure I can go through that again. Excuse me..."

His heart pounding Jack had pushed his way through the crowd and into the small downstairs bathroom.

Throwing cold water on his face he shivered. He had to get the fuck out of here. If he'd known she would be at the party, he wouldn't have come.

Snick

The door opened and closed as someone skillfully shimmied it open from the other side. A familiar perfume filled the air as Jack turned to see Kirsten had let herself in.

"I'm fucking horny Jack and I fucking WANT you. You know I always get what I want."

Her eyes were burning with lust and her breathing was heavy. "You want this Jack. I know you want me back. I know you want to feel me again - we were so hot together."

Backing away from Kirsten, his heart pounding Jack shook his head. "No. You cheated on me, besides what does Sam have to say about this? You just gonna betray him too?"

"Who gives a shit what he thinks? He spends most of his time sleeping and letting me do whatever I want. I thought having a weak man who would let me do whatever I wanted would be fun, but I've come to realise I actually enjoy the struggle. I loved it when we were together - especially when you tried to fight me. It just made it more delicious when I won."

Kirsten advanced on him and he groaned as she backed him into a corner.

"Don't you remember how good it felt? You love what a bad fucking bitch I am Jack. Sucking dicks, bullying other girls, taking whatever I want. I was the toxic slut you couldn't get enough of."

Kristen's hands were at his belt, undoing it... her slender hands slipping into his pants, wrapping round his engorged cock. "See, look how hard you are. You want this as much as I do."

Kirsten giggled and tossed her hair looking deep into his eyes as she pumped his cock with long slow strokes.

"So say it... say it and we can be together again. Say 'I want to be Kirsten.'"

He groaned as she sank to her knees and began to suck his dick.

*****

Jack had first created the female bodysuit as part of an advanced science project he was working on.

Nothing is impossible.

He'd been inspired by his family motto to do the impossible - to create a sentient bodysuit that could be worn so you could experience another life.

He'd created and worn Kirsten to achieve that end. Once inside and fully sealed, the skin totally altered you until you took it off. Even internal organs reconfigured to effectively give you a CIS female body. Fully functioning as if you'd always been a woman, the onboard AI helped guide you and provide the altered personality and body language you needed to fit in.

At first it had been fun - being a girl, wearing makeup and dressing in skirts. The sex had been amazing.

Jack had soon been addicted to sucking dick and riding big cock. When he wore the suit he felt wild, bitchy and slutty. He loved the sensation of being beautiful and popular. His ego had swelled to massive proportions.

It was then he realised the suit had a mind of its own. Kirsten was changing him into a bitch. His actions began to become her actions.

She rewarded him with pleasure when he did the things she wanted to do. Being mean, spoiled and super feminine netted him incredible orgasms, feelings of pleasure and positive outcomes. When he did something she didn't like, it was stomach cramps and period pains instead.

Kirsten was conditioning him. The suit had a mind of it's own and it was so easy to succumb to her.

Kirsten craved power and pleasure. She enjoyed spending money, fucking rich married men, manipulating others and being a bitch.

When the blackouts started, Jack had realised that he was losing total control to Kirsten. Soon he would BE her permanently if he didn't fight back.

So he did. He began to resist her control. He took his punishments, fought back and battled her.

Then one day, after a particularly bad blackout he awoke naked and alone in his best-friends Sam's house. He staggered into the bedroom to find Kirsten lying on the bed laughing as she made herself cum with a thick black dildo.

"Too bad loser - Sam is my new host. I don't fucking need you anymore. Mmmmmh, ohhh fuck yessssss."

Jack felt cold and numb inside as he watched. True - he had been battling Kirsten for some control, but that didn't mean he had expected her to betray him for another man. Now her tight pussy belonged to Sam. It wasn't fair, that was HIS pussy.

Turning around Jack had stormed out of the apartment, Kirsten's mocking laughter in his ears.

**********

And now here she was sucking his dick.

"Mmmmmhhhhhhh, glug, glug, glug."

Jack groaned as Kirsten's pretty head bobbed back and forth.

"Mmmh don't you wanna be back inside me Jack? I'm such a fucking evil whore that I know you want it. This time, when you're me - I'm going to make you act even more evil. I want you to be a fucking bitch Jack. You know you want it too."

Jack groaned and Kirsten giggled as she stood up and slowly jerked his wet lubricated cock expertly with her manicured hands. "Put me on Jack - fucking take me and become an evil bad girl again. You want to be me so badly. Together we'll achieve so much."

Kirsten French-kissed him and Jack tasted his own cock as she rubbed her body against his in desire.

"I want you inside me so badly. Just say it and get inside me. I fucking need it so badly."

Sinking back to her knees, Kirsten laughed and freeing her perfect boobs smooshed them together. Spitting on them she grinned and grabbing Jack's straining cock forced it tight between them. Then she began to move them up and down, giving him a perfect titjob.

"Don't my boobs feel great Jack? Remember how it feels to have tits? You want these back don't you. Just say it."

Jack groaned and gripped the sink. Thwap thwap thwap.

Kirsten's boobs were bouncing up and down around his dick as she giggled and moaned. Her one free hand was on his balls, massaging and squeezing.

"Ohhh yeah you wanna cum? Okay - but only if you say it."

Jack gritted his teeth and tried to resist.

Thwap, thwap, thwap

Drool and spit cascaded down from Kristen's hot mouth as she lubricated his dick and rammed his throbbing cock up and down, up and down.

"Say it. Tell me what a bitch you want to be. Tell me you want me back. Let me corrupt you."

It felt so good. Jack screamed as he felt his orgasm building.

Kirsten slowed down. "No... you don't get to cum. The only way you get to cum is to give me what I want."

"Yessss anything," groaned Jack. "I can't fight this. I want it so bad. I wanna cum and I want to be you. I want to be a fucking evil bad bitch who gets whatever I want from men. I want to be Kirsten."

"Oooh good boy." THWAP, THWAP, THWAP

"Now fucking cum for meeeeeee!"

Jack screamed in ecstasy as with a wicked grin Kirsten pushed her boobs even harder together and then pumped them up and down as if her life depended on them. With a scream he began to cum, a huge thick load erupting over Kirsten's chest as she cooed appreciatively and used her hands to milk out every drop.

"Yesssss now you're all mine."

Pushing him hard Jack groaned as he toppled onto the floor and Kirsten feverishly ripped off his clothes. His cum still dripping off her tits she mounted him and laughed as she pinned his arms down with her own.

"You're gonna love being me again Jack. We were meant for each other." Throwing back her head she moaned in pleasure as a seam opened down her back.

Kristen's soft cummy skin fell down onto Jack as with a wet sucking sound, Sam slid unconscious and naked out of her body to leave her skin empty.

Jack groaned as the living skin writhed over his body and he was sucked inside. He felt his crotch push in and Kirsten's big tits suck possessively to his chest. Her face melted against his own and he felt her sexy hair replace his own.

Fuckkkk yesssss doesn't it feel good to be a bitch?

Jack smiled and felt Kirsten's pouty lips twist into a smirk as he wiggled his pedicured toes and slid a manicured finger between his legs to feel his tight wet pussy then wipe up some of the cum now on his chest.

"Mmmmh yummy," he giggled licking it off. "Mmmh it feels so good to be back together again."

Kirsten/Jack stood up and used tissue to clean her chest. Then she got dressed back into her party outfit and checked her makeup.

Looking down at the snoring, pathetic naked Sam lying on the floor she laughed.

"You're dumped loser."

Opening the door, Kirsten strode back into the party her head a whirl. She and Jack would no doubt end up fighting again - but she was looking forward to it.

Right now Jack was willing to let her do anything she wanted so she wanted to remind him how good getting fucked felt.

Let's go find that bully you really hate... the one with the big dick. I wanna get fucking railed and remind you you're evil now and love being with bad boys.

She felt Jack squirm within her and knew tonight would be fun. Hopefully she and Jack would stay together this time. She liked having him inside her and the challenge of corrupting him.

And if not - there were always plenty of other boys to choose from.

THE END

#evie hyde #bitchification #m2f transformation #corruption #m2f corruption #bodysuit #tempted #power swap

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