Meet Hot Goth in Your Area

Steve Davis lived in what he described as a perfectly good community. It was a homogeneous, sterile, conservative white Christian community. He grew up with good Christian values. No cursing, no sex before marriage. Sex included even kissing.

Steve sometimes felt that his place wasn’t in this community full of religious prudes. This place bore the hell out of him. Yet, he couldn’t move out. The economy was bad enough, and to save money, he chose to live with his parents.

The white boy watched the gathering in the neighbour's yard through his room windows. When their husbands were out of work, the neighborhood housewives on the block gathered together for their little bible club. The club members consisted of four ladies: Sandra Jones, Emily Jones, Brittany Amber, and his own mom, Angela Davis.

The host of the current meeting, Mrs. Sandra Jones, was a stacked MILF. Straight Strawberry blonde hair down to her back. Huge tits that not even her loose dress could cover. For Steve, she was the hottest MILF on the block. Even hotter than his mom. His mom, Angela Davis, was a looker too. She was a bit less stacked in the tits department. She had ample breasts, but not as enormous as Sandra’s. His mom still maintained the typical 80s suburban housewife with sandy blonde wavy bob hair. There was also Sandra’s daughter, Emily. She undoubtedly inherited her mother’s genes. Despite her hot body, she had quite a nerdy vibe. Her hair was tied into a single side braid hairstyle, and she wore glasses. Steve once had a crush on Emily when he was still naive and innocent. The last member of the neighborhood bible club was Brittany Amber. Brittany was a sporty and athletic brunette lady; she is probably one of the more progressive and fashionable members of the club, or even among the lady population in the community. When other ladies preferred to wear a long maxi dress, she wore slacks and a sleeveless blouse. Steve appreciated that Brittany was less prude than others, and that she flaunted her big, bubbly ass.

Steve sighed to himself as he watched these ladies. Despite finding the bible club members attractive, they were too ‘nice’. They were typical prim and proper lady. Devoutly religious. Even the progressive Brittany.

This was the problem. Steve wasn’t a good Christian boy anymore. You know what people usually say: The more forbidden it is, the more tempting it is. It was how Steve exposed himself to porn. Ever since Steve started watching porn, he had developed a perverse preference for women. Those prim and proper ladies no longer aroused him. Porn had introduced him to various types of women. But what he liked the most were the slutty, wicked, goth ladies. And he liked the various spectrum of goth girls, such as the basic classy goth who dressed in all-black Victorian-era dress, fetish goth who dressed in latex, cyber goth with their eccentric future aesthetic, and even satanic goth who dressed like a cultist. They felt so forbidden and so wrong according to his Christian values, but it made him love the goth girls type more. Alas, because he knew about goth from porn first, his expectation of goth girls was also influenced by porn standards, which means he expected the goth girl to be very sexual too. They might dress gloomily like a typical goth, but they should be a nymphomaniac slut underneath.

Steve let out another sigh. If he had the power to change people like the erotic stories that he had lately read, he would change the women in his community into hot goth bitches. Even his mom. He had some perverse ideas of what type of goth each of the neighborhood bible club could be if he had the power to change them. Something like Mrs. Jones into a satanic goth who dressed in a skimpy ritual robe that flaunted her enormous juggs. Meanwhile, Mrs. Jones’s daughter, Emily, could be a Cybergoth dressed in a skimpy skater dress with her hair in dreadlocks instead of braids. As for Brittany, Steve thought to give her a switcheroo in preference; he envisioned her as a traditional Victorian goth dressed in a sexy Victorian lady dress with some modification in her skirt’s rear part. Considering she had a big bubble butt, the skirt didn’t need to have a bustle to pad her rear; instead, her skirt should have a cutout around her buttocks to show her big bubble butt. As for his mom, he would like her to be a fetish goth. He thought it might be amazing to have his sexy mom clad in latex all day long.

"Oh God, why are you torturing me this way? Not only do I have these dirty fantasies, but they are so wild that there is no hope of any of them ever happening." Steve muttered to himself in frustration.

He was no longer interested in watching those ladies' activities and turned around toward his computer instead. He vented his frustration by browsing a porn site. His mother would be angry and disappointed in him if she knew that when she had a Bible club just outside at their neighbour's, he was watching porn in his room. But Steve no longer cares about being a good Christian boy. He was addicted to porn. Addicted to watching those goth girls that he would never meet as long as he lived in this place.

He clicked on one of the videos, but instead of directly opening the video, it redirected him to a pop-up advertisement. He usually would ignore and instantly close the ads, as those ads on porn sites were riddled with malware. But the ads on the screen caught his eye this time.

The ads had a goth lady photo on display. The goth lady looked like a punk with purple side-shaved hair; she had several facial piercings adorning her face. She was wearing a black latex skater dress that added a hint of femininity and sexiness. Going down, her legs were clad in thigh-high stomper boots. She looked so wicked, dominant, and sexy. Below the image of the sexy goth girl, there are words written in bold that read: “Find local Sexy hot goth girl in your area and hook up with her. Click here to start chatting with the girl of your dream.”

He usually would just ignore the ads, but Steve was turned on by the goth lady in the ads, and wanted to try his luck. What if this one wasn’t a scam? He wanted to know whether there were goth girls nearby from his place, even if they were not from his community.

He clicked on the button. The screen was loading for a few moments before it showed him a result.

[No nearby goth girl found]

Steve had expected it, but it made him sad that the site did not even bother to catfish him with a fake profile. But before he closed the screen, the screen flashed again with a different notification prompt.

[Mistake detected. Scanning nearby females in your local area. Detecting potential goth girls. Creating profiles for your dream goth girls.]

The screen refreshed after a moment. And then, on the screen, there weren’t only one, but four new profiles he could chat with. What surprised him was that those four looked familiar to him, but also different from the women he knew. He looked outside again. Her mother and neighborhood ladies were still in their bible study session. And then, he went back to his screen, still in disbelief, doubt, and wonder.

On the screen was the picture of four members of the neighborhood bible club. But instead of looking prim and proper like they were now, these ladies looked like a goth slut from his fantasy.

But why did the site know what his mom and ladies in his neighborhood looked like? And why did they seem to follow his fantasy? It gave him the creeps but also made him excited. Maybe it was a magical site that changed people like the erotica that he had read. He quickly looked at the bible club out there, expecting the four women to be changed to goths, but the group members were still their old selves. They weren’t changed into goths like their photo on the site.

Maybe I need to chat with one of them to make the change happen? Steve thought. He then looked at the four profiles again to decide his choice.

The first one was a goth who looked like Sandra Jones, but the name on the profile was Satanna Onyx. Unlike Sandra, Satanna's makeup was dark and gothic. She also had an inverted cross tattoo on her forehead, while on her cheek, she had a tribal triangle tattoo. Another difference from Sandra was her hair color; Satanna’s hair was dyed blood red. There was a tiara circlet adorning her head. She was wearing an extremely low-plunge black gown that showed a generous amount of her cleavage and navel. A black snake tattoo was circling her navel. She gave a wicked sex cult leader impression just as Steve imagined.

The next profile was Emily, or the cybergoth version that Steve thought was Emily. The name on her profile was ExZ-ID. Steve had a hard time figuring out how to pronounce the name correctly. Her lower face was covered by a black gas mask. Her sandy blonde hair was now platinum blonde, almost silver in color, and styled in dreadlocks. Her glasses were swapped with goggles. She wore a fishnet mesh top, a black corset, a bright green short frilly skirt, black striped stockings, and green faux fur leg warmers. Steve could see her tits underneath her fishnet mesh top.

Steve looked at the third profile. The doppelganger of Brittany, named Lady Britannia. Lady Britannia looked regal, like she was coming from the Victorian era. Her hair was styled in a high bun that ladies of the Victorian era used to have. She looked prim and proper at the front. Someone who shouldn’t be on this kind of site, but aside from the front photo, Lady Britannia also provided a backside photo, unlike her prim and proper front side. The backside of her skirt was totally missing; her backside was bare. Above her buttocks was a set of vine tattoos with a black rose tattoo at the center.

Last profile was naturally his mother's goth version. His mother’s name on the site was Mistress Deville. Her hair was raven black instead of blonde. Her hair was no longer wavy, but was a bob with a sharp side bang that almost covered her left eye. Her lips were coated in black lipstick. Purple wingtip eyeshadow made her eyes look sharper, and her expression looked menacing. A contrast to her actual self, who looked kind and approachable. She was dressed in a latex leotard that outlined her big tits. Her arms were clad in matching black long latex gloves, and she was wearing black thigh-high boots. She posed with a riding crop in her hand. She was a goth domme.

After some contemplation, Steve chose to chat with his ‘mother’ because he knew her well. He wanted to know how this version of his mother would respond.

Would people behind the server be catfishing as her? Or would it be my mother who answers it? He was afraid, but also curious, and aroused.

He clicked Mistress Deville’s profile, and another window popped up. His video camera turned on. On the other side was Mistress Deville. Her resemblance to his mom was uncanny. Seeing the woman moving in the video was different than seeing it in a still image. Steve was in shock and awe that he couldn’t tear his gaze from the screen.

“Mom…” He blurted out unintentionally.

“Hmmm…what do we get here? A creep who thinks of me as his mom. What a naughty boy. Do you want mommy to dominate you and trample you like a worm? Or do you want Mommy to spank you?” Mistress Deville responded sarcastically. She sneered. “Sorry, kid, I don’t do lovey-dovey roleplay. Ask your real mommy for it. I'm specialized in inflicting pain and dominating pathetic submissive men.”

Even their voices were the same. Hearing his ‘mom’ talk vulgarly about crushing and dominating him didn’t turn him off, but on the contrary, Steve squirmed in his chair. His fantasy of goth dommy mommy was coming true.

Mistress Deville seemed to say something, but Steve was busy admiring her look rather than hearing her.

“Hey creep, don’t you hear me? I want you to stroke your cock pathetically for me,” Mistress Deville commanded.

Her yell brought Steve out of her daze. She wants me to stroke my cock. Steve found himself pulling his pants down and started to stroke his cock for Mistress Deville, who resembled his mom. His real mom had found out he masturbated once, and she was pretty angry, but this version of mom wanted him to masturbate. It was surreal.

“Pathetic. If I were your real mom, I would be pretty disappointed to find my son jerking off to me. But you will keep stroking your cock for mommy even knowing that, right, Pervert?”

Steve nodded his head.

“Grip your pathetic cock harder, and stroke it faster for your Mistress, stroke stroke stroke,” Mistress Deville made a stroking motion with her hand.

Steve gripped his cock tighter into an almost death grip; his pace of stroking his cock increased. Faster and faster. The blonde boy groaned.

“I’m going to cum.” Steve couldn’t hold it anymore and cum a moment later. He sprayed his rope of cum everywhere. On the floor, on the desk, and on his computer screen.

“Are you enjoying your ruined orgasm, worm? Well, I like to humiliate you even further, but time’s up. I have other clients to chat with. Goodbye, mommy boy.” Mistress Deville smirked before the screen went black. The site pop-up window suddenly closed on its own.

Crap. He still wanted to try chatting with another profile, but the windows were gone. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t manage to bookmark the site.

He tried to check his browser history but found nothing. He checked the porn site again to search for the ads, and the ads had changed into something else. The site was pretty magical. It’s no surprise that it could vanish and couldn’t be tracked. Right, then what will happen to Mom? Steve recalled that one of his purposes for chatting with Mistress Deville was to see whether he needed to chat with one first to make a change in the real world.

He quickly stood up from his chair and walked toward his windows to check on his mom and others. As he looked outside, he became anxious. Where were his mom and the rest of the bible club? Because he was too mesmerized by Mistress Deville before, he was too late to check on the bible club. He gulped down his saliva, realizing that he might have made a terrible mistake. I hope they were just going indoors to Sandra’s house, and not obliterated into nothingness.

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Back to several minutes before.

The neighborhood bible club was discussing a bible verse before they suddenly paused. All four of them got their phones ringing together at the same time. The four of them were checking their phones. Usually, when phones ring together, it means they have an emergency. Maybe it was a disaster notice. And it would be careless not to check them. But it wasn’t a disaster notice; what they got was a notification that a new app had been installed on their phone. HotGothHookup. That's the name of the app. Why did the app suddenly install itself on their phone? And goth hookup? There was no Goth in this community. God forbid that the women in this community be a devil worshipper. If there was even one of them, they swore that they would kick them out of their community. Their community was a Christian community.

While they were still wondering about the app. The app opened by itself. The four ladies were blasted by a sudden flash of light from the app. Their expression got dulled. They were no longer worried and angry about the app. They looked at their phone screen. A profile had been generated for them. The woman on the screen resembled them but not them; they were a goth version of them.

A term and agreement suddenly popped up before they could proceed further. They skimmed and only read a few lines like ‘the app may use your likeness for promotion, the app will create a Chatbot with your profile for the start until you finish your transformation to a goth’, ‘You will do a necessary makeover and cosmetic surgery to look like the women in our app profile’, ‘You are willingly renouncing your identity and adopting the identity of the goth girl in the premade profile’, ‘You will work for Hot Goth hookup’, ‘you will do the necessary service that the client paid’, there were still a long lines in the Term of Service but the four of them didn’t read at all and just clicked confirm.

[Local men want to meet up with a hot goth bitch]

Another notification popped up on their screen.

“I need to go,” Angela said. She needed to get a makeover to look like Mistress Deville in the app profile. There are a lot of things to buy and do if I want to look like her. She got up from her bench and walked away without waiting for the others to respond to her.

“Me too.” Brittany and Emily followed.

Sandra just dropped her bible on the ground. It was not the time to read some Bible verses. It might be her last time to even open one. She needed to go. She had to get the reversed cross tattoo done on her forehead if she wanted to be Satanna.

Steve was so worried; his mom hadn’t come back yet even after the sun went down. He was trying to call her, but his mom didn’t pick up the call.

Where is she? Did I erase her from existence? He wanted his mom to be goth, but not kill her.

Steve tried to check his computer again; his only hope for an answer was finding the site. And after clicking all the pop-up ads on several porn sites. He finally stumbled into the previous goth ads.

[Nearby goth detected]

On the screen, the four profiles appeared again, but unlike before, they had a ‘busy’ label below their names.

Steve didn’t bother to click any of them, but he went to chat with the site contact support.

“My mom is missing after I chatted with a woman on your site that look like my mom. What did you do to her?”

“Thank you for contacting us. We will try to help you solve the issue. Which one looks like your mom?” The contact support replied.

“Mistress Deville.”

“Wait a minute, let me check on it first.”

After a moment of waiting, the contact support finally replied.

“Don’t worry about her; everything will be fine. But there are some adjustments to be made to you.”

Steve was caught off guard. The screen suddenly turned into a spiral. He couldn’t tear his gaze away before he was enthralled by the screen.

“Sleep, and everything will be normal for you.”

The site tab closed on its own as if Steve never opened it.

Steve woke up from his slumber. He looked at his computer monitor that was still turned on. Did he fall asleep while watching porn? He quickly looked at his door. Thankfully, it was closed. It would be trouble if someone found out he watched porn.

Steve went out of the room. He was greeted by his mother, Mistress Deville. Well, her real name wasn’t Mistress Deville, but she preferred to be called that and forbade him from calling her real name. She was Mistress Deville; she had renounced any other name she had. In front of his mom, his dad was in harness, worshipping the domme.

“Ah, the pervert worm had woken up, enjoying your porn last night?” Mistress Deville asked with a sneer.

“Look at your boner. Did the porn you watched so good, or did you get turned on by me?” She added before Steve even answered her first question.

“I…” He was speechless. He had a hard boner watching his mom. As she said, he was turned on by her. He couldn’t be blamed; she was a hot goth mommy. But he didn’t want to admit it to his mom.

“Crawl, as a worm, you should crawl here, and worship me like the other worm here,” Mistress Deville said. The other worm obviously referred to his father.

“Yes, Mom,” Steve answered.

“Yes, Mom? Boy, didn’t I tell you to never call me that? It’s Mistress Deville for you.”

“Yes, Mistress Deville.”

Steve crawled toward Mistress Deville. But before he could worship her boots, she moved.

“I need to go; work call. A local man wanted to hook up with a hot goth nearby.”

Mistress Deville walked away; she didn’t bother to look at Steve and her husband. Steve could only wonder who the lucky man hooked up with his mom, Mistress Deville. Maybe he could hook up with other goths nearby. He was lucky that his two neighbors were goths too. Hopefully, they weren’t busy.

Unfortunately for Steve, he wouldn’t have a chance with his neighbor today. Satanna and her daughter, ExZ-ID, were busy corrupting the rest of the community with blackmail, seduction, and trickery. Meanwhile, Lady Britannia had been hooked earlier than his mom. She was now in a ghetto not far from her community, dressed like a regal wicked queen, but servicing several cocks at once.

The End.

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