The Book of Wickedness: Old Fellow New Trix Part 1

“Where am I?” Beatrix looked at her surrounding and found herself inside an old dilapidated room. The room was dusty and full of cobwebs. On the wall, there were several photos framed but most already lost their color or were torn, thus couldn’t be seen completely. There were only two photos intact from the several pictures framed on the wall, one on the far right, and another one on the far left. The one on the far left was a photo of someone she doesn’t know, a beautiful middle-aged woman who looked regal in a victorian gown. Below the frame, the name ‘Evielena Queencrown’ was written. The name felt familiar to Beatrix, she tried to remember where she had seen the name. Evielena Queencrown, the first principal of Aria Herese School of the Wicked, and the author of the magical book, Registri Eviellum.

Beatrix then realized that this room must be Aria Herese’s old principal room, and those photos were the photos of the school's former principal across generations. If her guess was right, the one on the far right should be the current principal of Maria Therese, Darlene Justice.

But when she finally laid her eyes on the intact photo on the far right, Beatrix was shocked that it wasn’t Darlene Justice who was in the photo, but another familiar person she knew. The face in the photo was herself, but she was in a Victorian gown similar to what Principal Evielena wore in her photo. Below the photo frame, the name written was ‘Evielena Goodfellow.”

Something is wrong here! The face in the photo is mine but everything else is someone else.

Beatrix felt goosebumps all over her body all of a sudden.

Tap

Someone was tapping her shoulder from behind. She turned back…

….

– And woke up from her dream before she could clearly see who was tapping her shoulder.

“Just a dream,” she mumbled. A very vivid dream or perhaps, a nightmare. It might be because she pulled an all-nighter playing with the magical books. She had gone through most teachers, staff, and school administrators so Beatrix would be able to run the school to her heart's content. Thanks to the vice-principal-now-her ****, Laura Bitch, Beatrix didn’t have any trouble with finding their name. Still, It took more time than she expected to finish before she felt very mentally exhausted. That also meant that Beatrix yet have the time to change any other student aside from Angelica. But for her peers, Beatrix decided to savor playing with their lives one at a time. She didn’t want to run out of playthings quickly.

Beatrix then looked at her clock, and it’s show that it was now 10 AM. She was two hours late for her first class.

“God damn,” The goth girl cursed. She was never been this excited to go to her school like she did right now. Yet she still managed to ruin her day by herself. Hopefully, she didn’t miss a lot on her school's new dynamics.

Back at school, a few hours ago just before the first period started.

A lot of eyes fell on Angelica as she made her way to her class. The gazes on her were full of shock, surprise, and doubt about what they saw.

Angelica Foster, once a genuine prim and proper lady, was now dressed like a cheap whore. Beatrix didn't specify and tinker with her clothing preferences but one of her remarks on Angelica's profile was for her to break as many as school rules she could break. Violating the school dress code was one of them. Their school dress code was quite lenient on what they could wear as long as it followed the school requirement which was they must wear a skirt that at least needed to be below the knee in length, and for their top, the school let them wear anything as long as it wasn’t too revealing. This was the reason Beatrix could dress to school with all her goth wear just fine because her goth dress was fulfilling the school criteria of acceptable dress, even if her goth wear was contrary to the school’s Catholic identity. But what Angelica wore now was not exploiting loopholes like what Beatrix did but straight up breaking the rules. She wore a micro skirt so short that It failed to hide the jutting dildo held up inside her cunt by her lacy panties. Her top was not any less scandalous; Angelica wore a black sheer crop top with nothing underneath. It was easy to see her nipples poking through the sheer material.

She didn't give fuck to the judging gazes cast by other students upon seeing her new appearance and strutted the hallway as if it was her private catwalk.

"Angel, what in the name of God are you wearing!?” Angelica heard a shocked voice.

The voice came from a wavy-haired blonde girl, Kristen Carpenter. One of Angelica’s best friends. The two were often called two peas in the same pod, a twin from different parents.

Equally pretty, also equally prudish, and similarly having a holier-than-thou mentality.

Imagine the horror when you saw your best friend who was almost similar to you in many aspects, who still went to Sunday school with you last week suddenly became the very kind of person you detest. It was how Kristen felt right now.

The book didn't change Kristen's or other fellow students' memories about Angelica as Beatrix didn't write anything about Angelica which could imply that others would accept Angelica's new behavior or thought that she was always like that, on the contrary, Beatrix even wrote that Angelica was always acting as a goody-two-shoes girl before today but finally decided to stop acting as that kind of boring good girl, instead, she would reveal her true wicked self for others to fear from now.

"Oh, it’s you, Kristen," said Angelica with an uninterested look and not answering Kristen's question about why she changed to be like this. Thanks to another Beatrix's tinkering with Angelica's profile. The new Angelica didn't have the slightest goodwill toward Kristen. She found her former best friend annoying. Angelica felt disgusted with the good girl's very presence. Beatrix had made Angelica hate all her former friends with passion.

"Yes, it’s me, so, tell me, what wrong medicine did you eat today so you dressed like a jezebel? Does Ezekiel know about this? Or this is his idea?” Kristen didn’t relent and asked more questions.

Ezekiel was Angelica’s ‘boyfriend’ if she wanted to give him any status. He was a boy in the same Sunday school group as them. Ezekiel was more than a close friend to Angelica, but Angelica was too shy and prudish to admit their relationship, hence Ezekiel was still only a close friend of Angelica in status, and Angelica was still single.

As Angelica’s former best friend, Kristen knew about the relationship between Angelica and Ezekiel. She was suspicious that Ezekiel was the one who asked Angelica to dress like this as a game between the two. No matter how good a man in the surface, a boy will still be a boy. They will always be a pervert. That was what Kristen believed.

Kristen was blaming the wrong person. Angelica didn’t meet up or talked with Ezekiel even for a sec yesterday, once the book made the change to Angelica’s sexuality that she was now single and asexual, Angelica didn’t care anymore about Ezekiel, even almost forgotten about his existence until Kristen brought him up. Looking back through her memory of Ezekiel, Angelica felt the time she spent with the boy was waste of time, she felt nothing of the memory.

Looking at the silent Angelica, Kristen misunderstood that she hit the mark about her assumption, “So, it is really him?”.

Angelica got more displeased by Kristen’s nagging, “Do you really want to know? Follow me.”

Without Kristen’s consent and despite her protest, Angelica grabbed her wrist and drag her to their school toilet. A bully needed a victim who they would keep picking on. Angelica chose her former best friend as her first bullying victim.

The students were baffled and shocked by how much Angelica's appearance was different from what it used to be. Some of the girls who thought of themselves as moral police, chose a different approach than Kristen who confronted her former best friend head-on. Serena Barney, the school debate team leader, and academic rival of the former Angelica chose to tell the teacher in charge of disciplining and punishing students about Angelica.

Serena was going to report Angelica to Laura. The vice-principal was the one in charge of supervising detention and delivering punishment but to her disappointment, the vice-principal had yet to arrive at the school. The brunette-haired debate club captain had not given up, she then planned to talk directly about the matter to the principal, Mrs. Darlene Justice. Even if principal Darlene had delegated the authority to deliver a punishment to Laura, that didn't mean Darlene wasn't able to dish a punishment at her discretion if the need arose.

But her plan to snitch on Angelica to Darlene was immediately forgotten after a wave of dizziness hit her when she entered the room.

"Welcome, what can I help you with?" asked the principal once she saw she had a student coming in

"Err…ah…ugh.." Serena shrug the momentary dizziness away but still couldn't string any words, there were doubt, confusion, and shock mixed in her mind after entering the room and seeing the principal

On Darlene Justice’s desk, the nameplate was no longer Darlene Justice, the wooden nameplate was now changed to a pink plastic one with Dolla JusTIT. The tit part was capital emphasized and written in bold, golden font color, to make sure people would read that part.

Darlene’s change of course wasn’t only limited to her nameplate, the new Darlene, or Dolla now, was really deserving the name Dolla JusTIT, Her tits were now 5000cc saline implant fake tits.

She was dressed in a trench coat, cupless shelf bras, black thongs, and fishnet stockings. Nothing she wore gave her the impression that she was a principal of a Catholic school. If Serena didn’t see that the face attached to the lewd body was the familiar face of Darlene Justice aside from her new bee-sting lips, she would think that a porn star broke into Darlene’s office.

As someone who upheld strong conservative values and morality, Darlene’s current appearance disgusted Serena in the same manner as Angelica’s new slutty appearance made her feel repulsed.

How could this bimbo-looking woman become our principal? Why the PTA and other faculty members didn’t deliver a complaint and kick her from the position? Our school could have a better principal! Oh God, why am I even here?

“So, dear student, anything I can help you with? You look confused,” Principal Justit repeated her previous question.

She finally remembered her purpose for coming to Dolla’s office. She took a deep breath before saying, “I…I want to report Angelica’s new slutty dress that violates our school dress code.”

Serena had her expectation, their school is a prestigious Catholic school. As their school principal, she ought to uphold their school’s rules and reputation. Right?

There was a flash memory where principal Dolla Justit looked normal, with no gargantuan fake tit or bee-stung lips, she was a powerful woman figure who commanded respect from anyone instead of a lewd caricature of femininity

“Hmm…what’s wrong with being slutty? We didn’t have any rules against being slutty, look at me, I’m the biggest slut in this school, and I can’t punish myself with such a rule.”

Serena was disappointed. Her memory of the old Darlene Justice could only be her fantasy now. What did I expect from the school’s biggest slut?

The book was finally done influencing Serena, every trace of the old Darlene Justice had gone from her mind. And like a sprung trap, new memories of Dolla Justit filled her mind in the place of the now-gone memories of Darlene Justice.

Unlucky for Serena, one of her memory of Darlene was that she idolized Darlene as her role model, now, the Darlene in her memory was replaced by Dolla. With the integration of her new memory, the prim holier-than-thou Serena now was a closet pervert obsessed with her bimbo principal.

“Sweetie, you look so lost just now, come to Mommy Dolla, I know the right medicine to make you happy,” said the bimbo principal.

Serena approached Principal Justit as she asked.

“Play with my tits, suck my nipples like a baby, think of me as just a pair of tits on legs, forget my identities as this school principal.”

As if Serena was in a trance, she did what Principal Justit encouraged. The brunette girl groped the bimbo principal’s tits and sucked her breast milk like a thirsty baby. Her previous holier-than-thou attitude was nowhere to be seen. Serena would soon be addicted to principal Justit’s milk, and be a regular that came to the principal’s room.

Name: Darlene Justice
Age: 45
Height: 5’ 8”
Weight: 150 lbs
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Platinum blonde
Hair Style: Teased hairdo
Occupation: The 72nd principal in Aria Herese School of the Wicked, Bambi Goodfellow’s Whore.
Likes: Good baby girls, money, being an exhibitionist, getting her tits sucked roughly, age play
Dislikes: Prudish women.
Body figure type: Bimbo MILF
Breast Size: 5000 ccs saline-filled fake tit
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Relationship: Married.
Personality: Slutty, manipulative.
Grouping: Faculty member, Aria Herese’s school prostitution ring
Remark:

1. Darlene Justice hates her real name and prefers the name Dolla Justit. She will always introduce herself as Dolla Justit, and making emphasis on the Tit part. Aside from her national ID card which stayed as Darlene Justice, she will try to change everything that can identify her as Darlene Justice to Dolla Justit.
2. Often act dumb like a bimbo, but actually a manipulative woman.
3. Exhibitionism, she likes to expose her bare tits to strangers and egg them to suck her teats.
4. Her milk production isn’t affected by the size of her implant. Her breast can lactate breast milk as she wished. Her breast milk is addictive like a ****, sucking her milk from her tits will make someone instantly become junkies addicted to her milk.
5. Don’t care anymore about her school's reputation. She runs a prostitution ring at the school for Bambi Goodfellow.
6. Her family member is all Gooners and Goonettes who are fixated on her big fake tits and will try their best to support her in being a bigger slut than she already is.

Back at last night; Darlene Justice’s house.

Darlene was going through stacks of documents filled with proposals or reports about their school activities. She often brought her work rather than doing overtime at school, at least doing her work at home meant that she could take a rest anytime, spend some time with her family, then go back to checking the stack of boring documents after her mood and energy was back in a good state.

Darlene went through her routine as usual; pick one of the proposals, check the content, if it doesn't have any problem, put the school's stamp of approval on it, then pick another document, repeat until she went through all the documents. She was halfway to finishing her work for today when all of sudden the words on the document she held became blurry and unreadable. She rubbed her eyes a few times before she could clearly read the content of the document.

"Who in the name of God dared to propose this?"

The content of the document contained a proposal about making a prostitution ring in her school. How outrageous!

But before long, she felt her body tremble. In front of her eyes, her chest ballooned, her bras snapped and her clothes button popped. Her once natural C-cup chest was now a massive cantaloupe-sized saline-filled fake tits.

Next, her lips were tingling and itchy like crazy as if numerous ants were biting them. Her lips grew fuller and thick like they had been bee-stung.

What is happening to my body, help!

A high-pitched squeal came out from her mouth instead a scream for help as the magic of the book finished molding her body to suit her image as Bimbo MILF.

“Mom, are you okay?” the door of Darlene’s study room was opened by a young man. The young man was Sean Justice, Darlene’s son. Sean was a good-looking young man. He had an athletic body and was a promising quarterback on his school’s football team.

His jaw dropped when he finally had a clear look at her ‘mom’. His mom didn’t look like his mom. No, wait! It’s wrong. It’s her mom, but did her mom really look like a bimbo?

The book slowly influenced his memory. Sean was able to struggle and kept the memories of the old Darlene for a while.

"Sean, can you help mommy?" asked Dolla with a flustered face and pleading voice.

He nodded. Yes. He needed to help his mom, there was no point in standing there shocked about her mom's transformation, at least he needed to bring her to the doctor to check what happened to her mom.

"Please suck my tits, my tits feel so full, I need to be milked," Dolla requested.

He was speechless at his mom's request. But with his mom's current appearance that was no different from a pornstar, his willpower to resist crumbled quickly and the book’s influence on his mind got stronger after his mental defense weakened.

Not long after, Sean was greedily sucking his mother's milk like a newborn baby. He knew it was wrong, he should not take advantage of his mom's weird state, but he couldn't stop, the more he sucked her milk, the more he didn't want to be separated from his mom's wonderful teats. His mind was filled with the gargantuan tits of Dolla Justit, and he began to lose his grip on the memories of the old Darlene. He couldn't imagine his mother without the massive fake tits full of milk anymore.

Fuck school, fuck being a quarterback. His mind was filled with her mother's tiddies and milkies.

Back at school. The school’s atmosphere was increasingly weird and wrong.

A lot of students were confused, horrified, and scared of what was happening to their school. For example, the pious Sister Petra, a middle-aged nun who was usually in charge of morning prayer was now dressed in a gothic fetish nun uniform, swearing vulgarity, and ended her prayer with Hail Satan instead of Amen.

The caring school doctor, Dr. Jennifer, was dressed in a latex nurse outfit and called herself Nurse Jenny. She lost all interest in treating injuries and illness using the right medicine, she was a mad doctor who gave students narcotics or aphrodisiacs.

The economics teacher, Ms. Emma Clarke, a young and pretty teacher who was only teaching the school for 6 months, was dressed like a cheap streethooker. She wore a leopard-printed skirt, a bright pink cropped tube top, and a short faux fur bolero jacket. Her makeup was thick and gaudy which make her look a bit older than her supposed age. Additionally, she was now calling herself Emerald. Emerald, without even feeling ashamed or feeling that it was the wrong thing to do, promoted her cuntlicking service to her students.

All this sudden change of their school's respectable faculty members into a parody of their former selves was of course causing unrest among the students, some brave girl went to confront her changed teacher but when she was back to her fellow student after a heart-to-heart talk with the changed teacher, she acted like her teachers' new appearance and behavior was not a big deal as they had been always like that. She ‘remembered’ that the PTA and school committee never take any action to punish these scandalous faculty members even when they dressed inappropriately for the school situation. And when the PTA, and school committee saw it as not problematic, they as students could only accept the decision.

Some smarter girls noticed that something was wrong with some of their friends who suddenly acted like all this debauchery and degeneration from their school faculty members were trivial and not worthy to fuss over it. In fear that they would end up like that, they tried to run away from the school but they got intercepted by Davide, one of the few males in the school. A thuggish-looking security guard of their school. Davide didn’t let any of them slip from the net no matter how the girls tried to reason with him and told him that the school was weird, he closed the school gate tight. Laura or other passing teachers would check at the school entrance from time to time and pick those who tried to run away back with them to their ‘class’.

It’s not like some of the girls didn’t try to use their phones to call their parents or seek help from others but they found out there aren’t any phone signals, and the school wi-fi was all turned off, cutting off their access to the internet.

Most of the girls finally realized that they had **** but to stick around until the school hours ended and pray that nothing weird would happen to them. Unfortunately for some of them, they would not come back home as their oldselves today.

Continued in Next Part

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