Consuming Darkness: Twisted Desires

Clare woke...again... after another hour from falling asleep after having Kyrah scream her name numerous times, and took a look at the time. School started 2 hours ago, they were already late, but it didn't matter. Clare had no real need to go to any classes and what they would be doing at school would make going to classes an annoyance. She could hear Kyrah in the shower, and while the thought to join her in the shower did seem appealing, Clare decided against it, and instead used her power to freshen up. Again, as with the first time she altered her body, she didn't really have any clothes that fit her perfectly, and the clothes she did have from before, well, they were a bit too conservative for her, which was weird, since those clothes were everything but conservative.

Clare was never really that interested in fashion, and she didn't know what would look good and things like that, but she did know that her deep rooted latex fetish, was now fullblown, so immediately she decided that her new clothes would be latex. Another thought struck Clare that she didn't want to keep using her power just to change her wardrobe in case she wanted to try out different outfits during the day, and seeing as the liquid latex was just floating in the tub, being all inviting and arousing and Clare sighed. Erection. While she did love having a cock to fuck sluts with, especially her slutty sister, she figured the erection would get in the way more than it would be useful if it stayed, and she could after all simply summon a new cock whenever she wanted.

With a wave of her hand Clare removed her cock, but with it gone a sense of fullness, of being complete was also gone, it seems the cock had already become a part of her new existence, but she was no silly horndog of a male, and having or not having a cock would not define who she was.

Clare summoned the liquid latex to her, and as it floated out from the tub and over the floor to her, it started with covering her feet, and she thought back to the boots she had on earlier, and decided she wanted boots like that, but only to knee hight, instead of thigh highs. Now, underwear.. hmm yes, a latex g-string would certainly be hot enough for her, given that she loved how latex felt on her pussy, she didn't want to go commando. Clare did not however wish to have a bra on, she felt having a bra would be a little bit too constricting for her, so the latex stopped flowing up over Clare waiting for her next command. Clare stood looking in the mirror, wondering what next to wear, when she felt Kyrah come up behind her and embrace her. She nibbled on Clare's earlobe and whispered to her "While a miniskirt and a corset would certainly look good on you, i think you should go with a dress, to really make everyone lust after you." She gave some thought to Kyrah's words, and decided she was right, and besides, she could always just change her outfit later on if she wanted to, but what kind of dress.. Strapless of course, and it shouldn't be too long either, but not too short, no point giving away the mystery, she wanted people to stare at her wondering and imagining what was hidden underneath, so she decided the length would start at the middle of her breasts, squeezing them together, just covering her nipples, and would end an inch and a half under her ass and pussy. She wanted a black color, with a deep deep red shine in it, to make it more alluring and sexy, and she wanted it to be open on her sides, so she could show everyone her perfect hourglass figure.

The liquid latex went to work bubbling and flowing over Clare, finally settling down as her dress, only, the latex dress was so tight and so thin it was almost as if it was part of her skin.

Kyrah had decided on going commando, wearing 6 inch pvc stillettos and a classic, sleek and sexy black dress, accentuating her form perfectly, she had even decided to keep the cock to make things a bit more interesting.

Clare was wondering how they would get to the school, they had no car, bus was out of the question, as was the train. She wanted to go there in style, she wanted everyone talking about them from the moment they arrived. A limo? no, that would take too long, and would send the wrong message, she didn't want to be perceived as a snob. horse and carriage? pfft, too romantic, too pedestrian. A motorcycle? hmm, yes, something black, sleek, sexy with a lot of power. It would send the perfect message, sexy, powerful, and dangerous.

Clare wondered where they could hold of something like that, when she remembered their neighbor, a 27 year old ex motorcycle stuntdriver, he had the perfect motorcycle, spent years tuning and styling it, and had put it out for sale, except there were no buyers, not yet anyway.

Moments later, Clare rang his doorbell, and out came the neighbor, now this wasn't a bad looking guy, not especially sexy either, he was somewhat handsome, but nothing more than that, though Clare supposed she wasn't all that good of a guy hotness judge, seeing as she had known just about her entire life she was gay. The Neighbor was opened the door angrily, apparently not wanting to be disturbed, and was about to yell at whoever was ringing his doorbell so early, but the instant he saw Clare, his mouth practically fell to the floor, his tongue fell out of his mouth and his eyes glazed over. Clare smirked, she loved the effect she seemed to be having on him.

"Give me your bike, as a gift, and in return i will let you feel the pleasure you've always dreamed about, but never had."

The neighbor nodded his head, all too ready to give this sex goddess at his door everything she wanted. He took the keys to the motorcycle of the shelf and gave it to Clare.

Clare put a hand on his chest, smirked and chuckled, she had just had a wonderful idea on how to really test out her power, and mentally linked herself to kyrah so she could see everything Clare did. Firmly and seductively she pushed the guy inside his house, and closed the door behind her. She pushed him up against a wall and kissed him, sending some of her power into him with the kiss to make his mind a little bit more open to suggestions.

Clare felt his hands grab her sides, before she smacked them away. "Ah Ah Ah, i'm the one in charge here, understand?"

He dropped his hands to his side and replied "Yes, i understand."

Clare grabbed ripped off his belt, and his pants fall down, before firmly grabbing onto his cock and balls, tightly squeezing, just hard enough to cause some discomfort, but no actual pain. "Yes, i understand what?"

The neighbor looked at Clare in confusion "but i don't know your na--"

Clare squeezed just a little bit harder, and implanted in his mind thoughts of worshipping her, of being her ****. "You were saying?"

For a second panic flashed in his eyes, before they settled on fear, but not the usual kind of fear, it was the fear of disappointing a boss, or a master.. Mistress, fear of disappointing a Mistress. "Yes, i understand MISTRESS"

Clare smirked and chuckled "Good slut. Now be a good slut and undress for your Mistress"

The neighbor eagerly nodded and removed what remaining clothes he had on.

Clare went back to kissing the neighbor and increased the amount of power she sent into him, using the power to implant thoughts of servitude, of him being just a little feminine sissy ready to his Mistress' bidding. That wasn't all the power did though, because as his mental image of himself began to change, so did his body to match the mental image.

He was now a few inches shorter, had lost quite a bit of muscle mass, but in exchange his cock had also grown a few inches, now standing erect at 10 inches.

Clare ordered her latex dress to shrink a bit, exposing her g-string panties, and order the panties to change and become crotchless panties. Clare pointed down on the floor, and immediately the neighbor knelt in front of her. "Lick."

Not wanting do displease his Mistress he eagerly got to work, however, the more he licked, the more Clare's influence over his mind and body grew. In his mind his mental image had now gone from being a very feminine sissy, to growing b-cup tits, and his body form had begun taking on an hourglass figure. Just as before, his body began altering and changing to match his mental image. He continued lapping up more and more Clare's juices, growing more and more eager with each lick, he now had his hands on Clare's ass and his face pressed so tightly up against Clare's pussy it was a wonder he could still breathe.

Clare felt he was ready for an extra push, and placed her fot on this chest, pushing him away from her. A bulge had become visible in Clare's panties, and out from the bulge, sprouted her all too familiar demon cock. "Suck."

There was no hesitation, none, not even a single thought of not wanting to do it had crossed his mind, he jumped on the chance to please his Mistress, and before long, he had the entire thing down his throat, deepthroating, bobbing, sucking and licking it. His tits had now grown to C cups, and a slit under his balls had begun forming.

"Stop. Turn around and present your ass pussy to me." Clare commanded.

And again, there was no hesitation, only expectation and glee. The only thought she had was how much she wanted to feel that huge monster cock up her ass. "wait.. she.. i'm a man.. i think.. was i?" Confusion set in, her mind had gotten tangled and blurred from Clare's power and the sinful lustful arousing acts she had been performing for her Mistress.

Clare felt the struggle in the sluts mind, and smirked at it, she grabbed hold of the sluts hips and slowly pressed the cock against her ass pussy. Clare chuckled and laughed at something unexpected, she had intended to slowly ease it into her ass so as not to cause unneccessary pain, but the slut was already leaking wetness from her ass. Seeing as there was no need to be as careful as she had originally planned, she penetrated her ass.

The slut was no the floor with her ass in the air, being filled with the hugest cock she had ever seen in her life, and just as it entered her ass fully, she felt a tingling sensation in her face, in her chest, and under her balls. Her face was no unmistakingly that of a female, and as she moaned from the cock in her ass, she realized so was her voice. As she looked down she saw a hefty pair of D cup tits swinging from the **** of the fucking. Shifting her weight and supporting herself with only one hand, she used the other one to try and figure out what the tingling sensation under her balls were. She gasped and moaned, her fingers had entered a hole under her balls, but how was that possible? she only had one hole down there, and that hole was occupied. Then it hit her, the only thing that hole could be was a pussy. She had a pussy.

Clare smirked feeling the pressure build up, she was about to cum. "Slut, you've been such a good little slutty whore, i'm going to give you a reward." Clare removed her cock from the sluts ass, placed it a bit lower down, and in one fell swoop, penetrated the sluts new pussy, and just as she did, she came. She shot rope after rope after rope of pitchblack cum deep inside the sluts pussy, and with that, she completely finished working over her mind as well. Long forgotten was the fact the she had been a man, in her mind she had always been a slutty **** whore for her Mistress Clare, and she loved every second of it.

Exhausted the slut fell over with a smile of pure bliss. "Thank you Mistress, always so kind to your ****"

Clare decided slut and whore and **** were fun things to call her, but she needed a name as well, after all, she had to take responsibility for her new creation. "You're welcome...Cassandra."