Helen in charge

Helen smiles as she looks about her office. It is as organized as ever, only now a wide variety of sex toys and titillating punishment device line the walls. Her magic had remade the place in minutes. She fondles her shiny new whip. Kent squirms as he struggles on the curved rack. He is erect and she is certain he'll be joining the cause soon. Helen hopes Josie will arrive before Kent succumbs. If she's still the same pathetic brooding lesbian, the expression on her face will be priceless. If Gen stuck that little toy in her she'll be a wonderful helper.

She spies Josie sauntering in. She laughs. It is obvious Josie has found a new god. She walks with confidence and sways with sexuality. Helen wonders if she's had a chance to sample a man yet.

Helen snaps her whip and sneers. "You're late!"

Josie's eyes go demon. "You wouldn't have wanted me to miss cuddle time with Genevieve would you?"

Helen laughs. "I suppose not. Now get your little pussy on Kent's nice long hard rod!"

Kent gives Josie a 'help me' look, which she ignores. With preternatural dexterity she hops on, her back to his face, and begins to ride him.

Helen kicks back on her glossy black leather chair and puts her beautiful knee high stilettos on her desk. The perfect shine on them causes her to drift back and think of that fabulous strap-on.

The women's bathroom isn't exactly where you expect your whole life to change. Yet that is exactly what happened. She hadn't understood her attraction to Josie's girlfriend. Indeed she had hated the gays, but she had followed Genevieve into the bathroom. She pushed the girl against the wall, just because she could. When she slid off her pants and saw it everything became clear. The moment she took it in her mouth everything changed. The instant it hit her folds it devoured her malnourished little soul and turned her into an enchantress built to rule.

Minutes later she marveled at her altered features. The creature starring back at her in the bathroom mirror could barely be recognized as her. Her breasts were enormous and rode high on her chest. Her skin was a perfect red, her waist smaller than it had ever been, and her ass was round and glorious. She'd never been a lesbian, but she'd fuck the woman in the mirror without hesitation. Of course the new Helen would fuck just about anyone without hesitation. The eyes in her reflection were wonderful demonic slits filled with lust.

She was tempted to slip a clawed finger into her inviting honeypot, but there were still far too many humans about for such a display. Instead she instinctively used magic, changing herself back to looking human. Of course new Helen, looked like sex on a stick in chic dominatrix garb.

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A horrified grunt from Kent brings Helen out of her reverie. She looks over and sees this formerly warm hearted man on the edge of becoming her minion. She slides her clawed finger out of her pussy and licks it, as she struts over to Kent.

Helen leans over Kent's ear. "Don't fight it. The idol gives true pleasure."

At the sound of Helen's purring voice he comes. Helen watches as his skin darkens to reddish black. His muscles become large, firm, and defined. Josie hops off his now enormous dick with a flourish. He snaps the bonds which hold him and kneels at Helen's feet.

"Command me mistress!"

"See to it accounting belongs utterly to me. That girl Carmen has had the hots for you for quite a while. Begin with her."

"As you command."

Helen marvels as Kent stands up. He shimmers and becomes a firmer, edgier version of the man who walked into her office an hour ago.

Helen purses her lips and ponders who to enslave next.