Top Dog

Kevin smiled in the passenger’s seat of Natalia’s SUV while he cycled through a now growing collection of compromising material that he had on the Cheerleading Coach. The woman continued to drive with her exposed caramel legs handling the peddles as the woman’s cellphone remained sandwiched between the heated leather driver’s seat and the dampened bikini thong that stood out in its vibrant highlighter color.

“You rather enjoy dancing, don’t you?”

“S-Si, Maestro Scott,” the woman **** a smile on her face as she stuttered her response in the preferred stereotypical Spanish that now he demanded she speak in.

Less she wanted the video of her student fingering her while she drove out of the school parking lot to be sent out.

“Would you like to know where we’re going, Natalia?”

The altered-woman in her 30s shook her head as the pasty-faced Kevin smiled contently, raising an eyebrow, “No? Oh. I thought you would be curious. You want to learn how to be good, don’t you? I’m not afraid to use discipline after all.”

He motioned to his phone, sending out a call to her cellphone which was set to a custom vibration setting. The Spanish teacher moaning out loudly as the device pressed against her snatch and the car seat. She struggled to keep the speed up as Kevin smiled, ending the call.

“I have so many secrets of yours now, shall I tell you one of mine, Natalia?”

She **** herself to smile and nod at him again, “S-Si, Maetsro.”

The way she tried to be so happy in saying it, thinking that it wasn’t turning her on to him even more than it clearly was. Kevin found himself enjoying it even more.

“I’m doing this for a friend of mine. It’s hard to imagine someone like me having friends at Eastlake isn’t it? After all, something like me wasn’t supposed to, you thought I was going to be pushed into doing something far worse.”

He grinned darkly to his teacher, “All this time, you people didn’t understand you were the real monsters. You molded young minds into what they were, and then you sicked them on me and others. Well, now I get to thank them by finishing what he started, you’re going to help me.”

She remained quiet and continued driving as they began passing through the roads to the familiar site of the estates neighborhood. The manor houses divided amongst the great expanses of the historic neighborhoods.

Jessica’s house was on the other far side of this place. Closer to Simon’s neighborhood than the actual manors and more recent developments.

There was the circle driveway and the large home that stood across the small winding road.

112 Wolfe Ridge Lane.

Home to the deposed Alpha of Eastlake High School. Kevin smiled as the light was on in the main window with the sprinklers running outside the darkened exterior.

“Undo your hair, now,” he growled to his driver.

The Spanish teacher nodded fearfully, letting her long dark locks of hair fall down to her shoulders, and shook them free.

Good. Kevin smirked satisfied by her newfound ability to follow orders.

Destiny awaited him.

“Come Natalia, you have a job to do.”

The half-clothed teacher and her tormentor exited the car and began walking across the lane into the driveway, Kevin sneaking towards the window and having the teacher follow and take cover to spy inside the window. She squatted with her knees bent outward, her hand rubbing against the obvious camel toe that formed from the dampness of her bikini thong.

Good. He needed her to stay aroused for this next part.

“Take your jacket and top off.”

His Latina tool whimpered and did as ordered, left clad in the now matching highlighter yellow sport bra to her damp bikini thong that barely contained her newly grown tits as the fabric showed her nipples trying to pierce through.

He yanked on her thong again, the wedgie pulling her back up onto her feet as she moaned, Kevin pointing to the door.

“Go ring the bell, wait for an answer, then lead them back over here and wait for me. If you go inside the house or do not do exactly as I say, I’ll release my videos. Understand?”

“Si! Si Maestro!” the woman nodded frantically.

Now to see who it would be from the window. As Kevin looked in to see what was going on, he smiled at the sight.

Brad was sitting on his couch, clearly at a loss for what to do, his hand wrapped up in a cast, bandages on his nose as a large man continued to scream and pace around the room. Ah, the confident and powerful father figure who had everything from a successful career and successful lineage.

Clearly toxic. Judging by the woman with the dyed blonde hair cringing in the background, Jessica wasn’t the only one with a trophy wife in the family. Kevin had to have a laugh over that one.

Brad Myers clearly learned his skills with the other sex from dear old Dad. Which meant Dad was the asshole that expected big things from his son. Enforcing his belief system and teaching the boy how to be a chip off the old block.

Then Simon crushed him.

Now Brad’s life was over and he was coming to grips with the new reality that his life was meaningless and no longer meant anything.

In order to ensure it stayed that way, Kevin would take what Brad always had over him. His glasses adjusted and looked towards the Latina woman standing out in the highlighter yellow, ringing the doorbell to the mansion.

Myers’ Senior pointed at the door and barked at his trophy wife in the red dress. Judging by his suit and her clothing, they were going to some political event or function this evening which their son had ruined. The woman seemed just as displeased with the unannounced guest as her husband was.

Kevin watched as the door opened to reveal the woman’s voice speaking in a confused tone to his now transformed Spanish teacher, “What on earth…who are you and what do you think you’re doing!”

Natalia turned and began to walk back toward the young man as instructed, the woman following her as if her night clearly hadn’t been bad enough.

The same blue flame aura appearing around Mrs. Myers as Kevin watched her body language and behavior as the Latina walked behind him and allowed the woman to look at him angrily.

“Who are you!”

Kevin grinned as he heard that same disgusting tone and feeling of utter contempt in her voice from another blonde. She reminded the pasty-skinned young man in demeanor of someone who always felt like she was in control, that she was in power, and married to the man that had done enough for her.

Ah Simon, you knew better than he had, old friend. Jessica was no longer in reach for him, but the system had made others. The system and society that made them had created molds to try and put his friend’s genie into.

Now he had another pet to play with.

“I’m your Daddy,” Kevin grinned in dark delight.

The woman felt her face go blank as she began to change. Her hair falling down into blonde curls at her shoulders, her paler skin becoming tanned, her hips curving, breasts and ass molding, the red of her dress becoming lighter and lighter and breaking apart until transforming into a new outfit entirely.

Kevin let his new MILF Doll finish cooking as he once again abusively grabbed his Spanish teacher’s thong with a tug and dragged her barefoot inside the house the front door of the manor.

The home was massive like the Edwards’ Estate, not as big, but big enough. Kevin released Natalia’s thong as she froze in place knowing she could not react without any sort of compromising material being released by the young man.

He would have his tour of the home, along with the needed renovations in time. Kevin spanked his teacher again and commanded her to stay put.

She nodded as he made his way past the foyer and into the living room where the father still chastised the son.

“You had fucking everything going for you, my name, my talent, I laid out the path for you, and made too many investments for you to fuck up, boy!”

Oh yes. Mr. Myers was very, very much what Kevin expected.

“I had it fucking handled!” Brad’s voice snapped back, albeit in a different tone from a broken nose.

“I don’t want to hear anything more from your little shit mouth, Brad! Do you get that! How many fucking times do I have to show you those videos from the school to show how much legal jeopardy you’ve put yourself in! Did you even listen to what those cops told you at the station!”

Kevin moved closer to see the man pacing in his suit, hands on his waist as he rubbed his jaw and then pointed back at his son, “I will do my best to get what I can out of that fucking Superintendent, the district, and even the family of that trophy girlfriend you just tossed away, someone like you can’t have their career derailed because you lost a fight.”

“Dad, the fucking retard got lucky, he….”

“Brad! I don’t fucking care if how retarded the Harris boy actually is! People can be sued for a fucking hate crime using that word now! Fucking PC culture in that school….”

Well now, Kevin smiled.

It seems the Myers clan had no intention of staying down and out. Kevin weighed his options as he considered for only seconds about what to do.

Simon should’ve done more to ensure Brad’s total humiliation. Then again, Brad would probably lose in court, still be expelled, and his family reputation would be dragged in the mud along with the school’s for months.

That sounded excruciatingly costly and painful for almost all parties involved. Kevin looked up in thought and nodded. Yeah, okay, Simon probably knew it was just formalities at that point anyway. His friend had the Queen Bitch to himself now, and was content on letting him have a go at it.

Kevin mock wiped tears from his eyes as he gave a overly dramatic look in the air.

“Oh Simon, I didn’t know you cared.”

He left the worst of the worst of his tormentors for Kevin to finish off himself. He had to take a moment of thanks while thinking of all the beatdowns, trips, mocking names, ruined lunches, stolen items, homework seizures, and general putdowns that Brad had put the pasty-faced nerd through for years.

Kevin would savor a moment like this.

He stood up, knowing his plan of action and strolled into the room with his hands in his pockets.

“You know, you guys need to give Simon more credit! He’s got a computer for a brain, after all!”

Kevin watched behind his glasses as the two men suddenly shot eyes at their uninvited guest. Brad standing up from the couch as his eyes glared right at him with a sense of impending ****.

“What the fuck are you doing in my house?”

The scrawnier and smaller teenager looked up at the towering physique of the man’s father, coated in the blue aura flame.

“I would also like to know the answer to that….”

Kevin pointed at the larger and older man as he turned to Brad confused.

“You know, I never took you as one for having a father figure in your life considering how you treat women. Don’t you think so Brad?”

The older man froze in place as the former Quarterback now stood dumbstruck and confused, his eyes blinking, “What are you talking about?”

Kevin locked eyes onto Mr. Myers and smiled, “See. I always had a theory, that your Dad was pretty much an asshole just like you. A rich and successful prick to be sure, but one that was Never Around for one reason or another.”

The father began to shrink in size and in muscles as Kevin watched satisfied but continued, “Like your Dad was loaded, rich, a lot like Jessica’s Dad is and had plane that he often took to fly off with your Trophy Mom or his assorted Mistresses and one day he left you at home with Mom and his petite little secretary and never was seen again.”

Kevin turned to Brad as he the once 6’4-6’5 white male form of Mr. Myers’ transformed into a 5’2-5’4 Asian woman wearing a professional looking mini-skirt, white collared shirt, and vest that adjusted her glasses.

He then watched Brad sit down in a horrified silence, face paled as Kevin sat across from him in the matching white couch with a smug smirk written on his face.

He wasn’t even close to done.

“Of course that left you and your smoking MILF of a mom fabulously wealthy from the insurance and the inheritance. However, Mom isn’t exactly the brightest bulb or the best role model for modern women, is she Brad? She’s everything you ever wanted in a woman, a beautiful but, how did you put it about Jess? Oh yes, Purebred Toy? Your Mom always needed a STRONG Male Presence in her life. Which she got one night when she lost the family fortune and the house to her new Sugar Daddy in an ill-conceived online game.”

Kevin tapped a finger under his chin tauntingly as Brad remained silent, “Hm. Who was that again? Oh right!”

The nerd snapped his fingers as the new Mrs. Myers emerged from the doorway wearing hot-highlighter-pink stilettos, a matching set of latex panties, and a tight white t-shirt that left her entire abdomen uncovered while the Barbie Doll logo in pink sequins remained displayed over her now massive tits.

She walked behind Kevin with an adoring look and began to massage his shoulders, her formerly angry and outraged voice now smooth and delicately soft, “Yes, Daddy?”

Brad’s voice whimpered in shock, “M-Mom?”

Kevin smiled darkly.

“Oh just wait, I’ve saved the best for last for you, Brad.”