The Book of Wickedness: Old Fellow New Trix Part 2

A few minutes ago.

Bella was unsure and scared. Her friend, Mercedes, had changed to be a very different person just a few minutes after they went their separate ways. It was surreal how right now, in her memory, she even wasn't sure how the old Mercedes behaved and looked anymore even if Bella retained her memory of the Old Mercedes. Her memory of the old Mercedes was gradually being eroded and filled with the memory of the new Mercedes, the **** junkies without class.

The voice in her mind kept telling her to take Registri Eviellum or whatever it is from Beatrix's hand if she wanted to save her friend. But now, came the question, how?

If she directly barged in, Bella was sure Beatrix would do something to her right away, she didn’t know the capabilities of the magical tool that Beatrix held.

If only I have a sleeping ****…****…yeah, that’s it!

The new Mercedes in her memories was a mess of **** junkies, Bella was betting that Mercedes knew where to get the sleeping **** she needed or if she was lucky, get the **** outright from Mercedes herself.

But Bella was in an awkward mood now, she just ran away from Mercedes and now she needed to come back to her former friend, yet it was something she must do like it or not to save the school and her friends from being twisted beyond recognition by whatever Beatrix was doing to them

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Bella found Mercedes not far from the previous spot where she met her before. Mercedes was sitting on a bench alone, smoking joints without any care for her surroundings. Their school had a rule that forbade someone from smoking in the school's area. Even if in her current memories, she remembered that Mercedes often smoked joints in school without care of the rules, seeing Mercedes do it openly like this still made Bella feel uncomfortable.

"Mercedes, I need your help, do you know where I can get a sleeping **** in this school?” Bella was straightforward with her purpose. The faster she got this done the faster she got away from Mercedes and her repulsive smoke. No…I mean the faster I can help her. Bella revised her thought.

Mercedes turned her attention to Bella and blew the smoke at her. “Huh…it’s you…Mellisa…no, Melanie, uhmm… what's your name again?”

She fanned away the smoke Mercedes blew at her, “It’s Bella –” Bellatrix, Bella had the sudden urge to add -trix at the end of her name, but thankfully, she was still able to resist the urge.

“Ah…yes, Bella, so, what do you want to ask me again?”

“Do you know where I can get a sleeping ****?”

“I have one.”

“You have it, great!” Said Bella excitedly.

“I do not yet say to give it to you,” replied Mercedes flatly. She then continued to smoke her joints ignoring Bella’s presence.

“What do you want to exchange for it? Money?” Bella didn’t give up and tried to negotiate.

Once again, Mercedes blew her smoke to Bella’s face. “I want to see you smoke with me, do it and I will give you the sleeping ****.”

“Smoke with you?”

“Yes, worry not, this one was don’t hit too hard, and is suitable for beginners who never smoked before.”

Bella hesitated, but her hesitation only lasted a moment, she knew that if she didn’t accept it, she would have a hard time getting other sleeping ****, and who knew if she spent more time without stopping Beatrix, she would be the next in line to be transformed like the poor Mercedes.

“Give it to me.”

Mercedes lit another joint and then gave it to Bella.

Bella took the lit joint and put the cigarette in her mouth. The first time Bella tried to smoke, she coughed hard as her throat felt burned.

“You did it wrong, Ella, relax, take a slow, deep drag on the cigarette, pull only a little amount of smoke, savor the taste and sensation of the smoke in your mouth, then let the smoke slowly escape your lips, or gently exhale the smoke through your nose, try it,” Mercedes guided Bella like an expert while the old Mercedes was someone who never smokes cigar, cigarettes, or any of it kinds.

“Good, you are doing it right this time.” Mercedes praised. Following Mercedes’s instruction, Bella no longer had a coughing fit this time.

This is actually not so bad. Each time Bella finished exhaling the smoke, she could feel a rush of pleasure wash over her body. Her tense nerves gradually relaxed as she kept smoking.

No, I don’t have time for this. Before she completely lost herself in the pleasure haze, she still could remember her purpose in doing this and was barely able to **** herself to stop smoking and woke up from her trance state.

Bella snubbed the joints in her hand, “can you give me the sleeping ****, now?” Bella asked. She hope that Mercedes didn't play tricks on her.

“Okay, here it is,” Mercedes handed her the sleeping ****. “If you want to smoke those joints again, you can seek me,” Mercedes added.

Bella didn’t reply to her and went away directly. Mercedes looked at Bella’s fleeting back. She was confident that Bella would back at her, the joints that she gave her were not regular ones, but the kind that was used to trap a new user to be addicted quickly.

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Bella was back at the front of the vice-principal’s room, she had the sleeping **** in hand, and now, she needed to find a way to make Beatrix take them without being noticed.

Bella finally found herself a chance when vice-principal Laura went out of her room once again, she followed the naked vice-principal until the vice-principal entered the teacher's lounge. A few minutes later, vice principal Laura was bringing another cup of coffee out.

Bella knew it was her chance, she ran toward the vice-principal and intentionally crash on her that causes the coffee to pour out of the cup.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Birch,” said Bella with an apologetic tone

“You! Where do you put your eyes when you are walking? Don’t you know that that coffee is for an important person!? I will see you in the detention class after school!” Laura rebuked in anger.

“I’m sorry ma’am, may I change the coffee to another cup of coffee? I assure you that I’m good at making coffee, I have barista training in my spare time,” of course, Bella was lying through her teeth when she said that he had barista training.

“Humph…alright, make me a good cappuccino, I want you to make it quick, can you?”

Beatrix had asked Laura to bring her another cup of coffee because the previous one she made tasted terrible, this time Beatrix specifically asked for a cappuccino. It was the reason why Laura let Bella make coffee for Beatrix after she heard the ballerina girl was good at making coffee. Laura was made to prioritize Beatrix's satisfaction, but, currently, Laura's confidence was on the low side after Beatrix said her previous coffee was terrible, hence she was willing to give Bella a chance to help her.

“Leave it to me, ma’am, also, may I use the coffee maker at the teacher’s lounge?”

Laura nodded.

“Thanks, ma’am, just wait here, I will make your coffee quickly,” Bella excitedly went inside the lounge while leaving Laura waiting outside.

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A few minutes later, Bella came out from the lounge with a cup of cappuccino that had been laced with the sleeping **** she got from Mercedes.

“Are you sure that this will taste good?” Asked Laura when Bella handed the cup of coffee to her.

“I’m confident with the taste, Ma’am,” Bella answered. She was unsure how her cappuccino would taste, but she could only grit her teeth and confidently convince Laura that it taste good.

“Okay, I believe you, if this taste bad, your detention later will be a living hell for you,“ Laura threatened.

Laura went back to her office and Bella was following her from afar. Soon after, Laura came out again with an unpleasant face.

Bella didn’t rush to the vice principal’s office. She was counting down the time, speculating about when the **** kicked in after Beatrix drank her coffee. While waiting, Bella didn’t realize that her physical appearance beginning to change.

What Bella didn’t know was Laura have told Beatrix that the ballerina girl was the one who made the coffee after Beatrix had a taste of it. It piqued Beatrix’s interest and the goth girl had chosen her for the next person she would change.

Bella’s slender body began to fill out and expand on the top and bottom, her body becoming an obscene Barbie’s hourglass figure with big buttocks and hips, and equally big tits. Her breast grew from 32B cup to obviously fake looking 1000 cc implant tits in a single blink of an eye while Bella still didn’t realize that her body was pretty different from before.

Her golden blonde hair had changed color to vibrant purple almost similar to Beatrix's and then tied themselves to a messy bun. Her subtle makeup became more sensual, it strike a strange balanced combination of the makeup Bella wore when she performed on the stage and a whorish makeup with vibrant fuck-me red lipstick and dark conspicuous eye shadow.

Next, after her physical appearance had finished changing, the next that follow suit was her clothing. Her flat shoes gained heels that were at least 7 inches tall as they transformed into fetish ballet heels. But the ballet heels were the only article of her clothing that gave the impression that she once had ballet training. Her moderate-length skirt grew shorter until it become a micro skirt that was hardly able to cover her big buttock. Her thong panties practically did nothing to hide her buttock and pussy mound. Finally, her blouse split into two, one become a sheer cropped camisole top, and the second part become a faux fur bolero jacket to complete her look as a stripper.

Bella shivered as she felt breezy on her crotch then she finally registered her transformation with horror.

“No….no…no, I don’t want to be changed!” Bella tried to grasp her old memory that her old body was not as obscene as this, that she was a ballerina. But as much as she tried to hold on to her old memories, they began to slip away from her grasp by the seconds.

Get the Registri Eviellum, Bellatrix. The mysterious voice echoed in her ear once again.

I don’t have time to waste, I need to get the Registri Eviellum from Beatrix’s hand as fast as possible. Bella then barged into the room ignoring the risk that if the **** wasn’t working yet, she would be at the mercy of Beatrix. But it seemed that lady luck was still on her side. When she entered the room, Beatrix was already knocked out by the sleeping ****.

“Now, where and what is Registri Eviellum that the mysterious voice tell me?” Bella looked around and finally see a book under the arm of the **** Beatrix.

Is that the book the mysterious voice wants me to take? Bella tiptoed and carefully removed the book from Beatrix’s embrace to not wake her up suddenly.

After a few tries, Bella was finally able to pull out the book. She let out a sigh of relief that Beatrix didn't wake up when she took the book from her.

I need to go out now, the vice principal can come back anytime soon.

Unnoticed by Bella, a certain painting in the room had witnessed her action, and the lady inside the painting sneered evilly. All had moved according to her plan, Evielena Queencrown. The powerful founder of the school wasn’t completely dead as many believed, she had sealed her soul within the book, and when Beatrix **** the book’s power, the seal loosened even more which made her able to exert more of her magical power. She had observed how her school was changed after a century had passed, now her school was full of those disgusting do-gooders women. Nothing that couldn’t be fixed though. Beatrix was just a tool for her grand scheme of things. The same with Bella, she would let them play queen with the book, but in the end, the crown was still in her name.

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Running with the ballet heels proved to be too much even for Bella as she almost strained her ankle.

“Stupid me, why did I choose to wear these heels today? Platform heels would be a better choice,” Bella grumbled. Already losing her memories that the shoes she wore were flat before they transformed to be ballet heels. As far as she remembered, she was going to school in ballet heels. Bella didn’t have any heels in her home that were least than 6 inches; platform, stiletto, ballet heels, etc, all were at least 6 inches, she couldn’t wear any shoes that have less than 6 inches heel or she would be unable to even walk. A strange disability she had since when she hit puberty, since then, heels couldn’t be separated from her life. Ballet heels were one of her favorites. It made her feel that she was a classy ballerina even though she never did ballet in life, she didn’t know why but it made her feel happy. Though she might not be a ballerina, Bella was a dancer of different kinds, she was a pole dancer and stripper at the club down the city since she reached the legal age using the stage name Bellatrix.

She walked as fast as possible to the hiding place she had thought of, the school gym warehouse. The warehouse was located at the back of the gymnasium and rarely visited by anyone except by the coach and the janitor who now was busy fucking each other like there is no tomorrow. She only needed to be lucky and hope Coach Natasha or Mr. Derrick didn’t lock the room.

Great! Bellatrix easily opened the warehouse’s door because it wasn’t locked. She entered the room normally and quickly close the door after checking that nobody else was around. The former ballerina turned stripper then picked a corner to hide.

"Now, what is the special thing about this book?" Bellatrix began to look at the Registri Eviellum in her hand.

She opened the book and like what Beatrix experienced, the book expanded into a thicker one with numerous pages.

“How many pages does this book have?” The book was now thicker than three thick encyclopedias combined.

Bellatrix opened the book’s first page and read about Evielena Queencrown and the history of the school.

“So, this book can change anyone in this school, and Beatrix has been using this to change us all. But how to change us back? I don’t feel any different, how I looked before this version of me?” With Bellatrix no longer having any memories of her previous self, she was lost on how to change herself. She still remembered her body tingling, and she felt funny and weird, but aside from that, Bellatrix didn’t remember even a bit what had changed about her, she had memories that she had been always like this.

Bellatrix opened her profile.

Name: Bella Swan
Age: 19
Height: 5’ 4”
Weight: 90 lbs
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Purple
Hair Style: Ponytail
Occupation: Student in Aria Herese School of the Wicked class of 2022, Stripper and pole dancer at the Naughty Nymph.
Likes: Pole Dancing, Money, High Heels especially ballet heels, ****, Being the center of attention
Dislikes: Modest clothes, being barefoot, or being asked to remove her footwear.
Body figure type: Hourglass
Breast Size: 1000 ccs silicon-filled fake tit
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Relationship: Single
Personality: Cocktease
Grouping: Party girls, the **** junkies
Remark:

1. A stripper at the Naughty Nymph. Use Bellatrix as her stage name. When people call her by her real name, Bella, she has a strong urge to correct them by saying her name is Bellatrix.
2. She has a strange disability and deformation in her heels and Achilles tendon which makes her unable to walk if she isn’t wearing footwear with at least 6 inches heels.
3. A druggie, she takes recreational **** regularly but sticks to the ‘tame’ kinds that are not too destructive to her body. Prefer Coke, and Marijuana to Meth.
4. Her parent was supportive of her choice to be a stripper, her parents are regular visitors to the Naughty Nymph and don’t shy about hiring strippers including their daughter to do a private lap dance for them.

“Wow, it surprisingly listed accurate data, or it is? Among this data, which one Beatrix has fabricated?” Bellatrix mumbled, then she began to check herself.

Fake tits? Nah, I remember I ask my parent to get me this fake tits implant on my 18th birthday, can’t be a good stripper without these babies. Being a druggie? Blame Mommy dearest. She had a close friendship with the Holt, the biggest **** lord in this city. Which sane mother that instead of giving her kid a sweet cake for their birthday, gave her kid cocaine and heroin? saying that the Holts did the same, and their daughter love it. So what if Mercedes like it? Thankfully, I have better self-control than Mercedes. Just look at that anorexic bitch with lifeless eyes.

Hmm…what if Beatrix didn’t change me but changed my parents? Isn’t it kinda weird that Mom seems to be obsessed with the Holt?

“Book, can you open the page of my mother, Michelle Swan?”

Nothing. The book didn’t open the page of Michelle Swan, or even flip a page. Bellatrix only knew that if the book didn’t have a page about a person, it meant that the person wasn’t a graduate of this school, thus couldn’t be changed directly using the book. Unlike Beatrix who had time to experiment with the book and figure out the loophole of the book, Bellatrix only had a basic understanding of how to use the book.

“Okay, my mom is still my mom, she was already a bad mom from the start, so back again, what Bellatrix possibly change about me?”

Her assumption was completely untrue, her mother in the previous reality was a good mom albeit a demanding one, Delilah was always proud of Bella and try to give her the best thing they could afford. Too bad with the change made by Beatrix, the good mother was now an irresponsible pervert junkie who put only a little care on her daughter, and Bellatrix only remembered this version of her mother.

“If I’m a lesbian goth whore like Beatrix, what could I possibly change about people I dislike? Hair color? Maybe, my purple hair screams goth, I will not be surprised if my previous hair color wasn’t purple, considering I once had blonde hair when I was just a bratty kid. Sexual orientation? Nah, If Beatrix tampers with it, I will probably be a lesbian now.”

Could it be that? She had a strange disability and deformation in her Achilles tendon which makes her unable to walk if she isn’t wearing footwear with at least 6 inches heels. The disabilities were quite specific in how to relieve it and seemed like it was a made-up illness.

Bellatrix checked her memory regarding the time she found out that she had this disability. She first found out about this after wearing her first high heels, wearing high heels seemed to make her feel very comfortable and light compared to wearing flat shoes, she then tried to buy shoes with higher heels, and with the increasing height of her heels, the dopamine rush she felt also greater. It continued until she wore her 6-inch heels. The time she removed her heels, she felt a sudden overwhelming weakness washing over her, it only take her less than two minutes before she was unable to stand on her feet and need to crawl until she wore the heels again.

That’s a kind of weird illness, right? Maybe this one is what Beatrix fabricated, to make fun of me and my love of heels. Bellatrix thought.

“Alright, let's put some change on the thing I feel suspicious about, I also need to improve myself and prevent Beatrix from catching me quickly.”

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Meanwhile, outside the school several minutes ago, the change that happened at the school had caught on two unfortunate families, the Holt, and the Swan. Michelle Swan was meeting up with her best friend, Theresa Holt to spend their afternoon as the latter invited. Michelle was probably Theresa's most trusted confidant, the two hot and sexy MILFs had been close friends since they were in high school and knew each other more than their husband knew their wives. People might mistake them for a lesbian couple even though both of them were straight-as-ruler because of how close the two were. Regularly, Theresa would invite Michelle to her house or go out when Theresa needed someone to talk to.

When she arrived at the Holt house, Theresa had waited for Michelle at their gate.

Looking at Theresa today, she didn't know why she felt uneasy. Michelle felt Theresa was different but she could figure out what was different about her best friend.

Theresa wore a skimpy and revealing dress to show her obscenely lewd body, She was skinny -almost bony- in most of her body except her chest which was as big as what Dolly Justit had, 5000 ccs silicon-filled fake tits, and her bubbly buttock which also had been injected with big implants. Her body was fully surgery sculpted from her head to toe.

Her face had been injected with loads of botox filler here and there that made her face rigid that she could barely move her facial features. If people looked carefully, Theresa’s left eye was a prosthetic, Michelle remembered how her friend, under the influence of ****, gouged one of her eyeballs out to show loyalty to her husband. Well, that’s what you got for marrying the biggest **** lord in the city. At least, Theresa’s husband, Vincent, didn’t let it be a hollow socket for long and ordered a plastic eyeball prosthetic for his wife.

Vincent’s sense of beauty and aesthetic was very weird. Vincent love making Theresa appear more uncanny and freaky. The current Theresa was his creation, he dictated what make-up she should wear, what surgery she should have, what kind of hairstyle, her hair color, clothes that she could wear, etc.

Probably just my feeling. Theresa is still Theresa the freak. The freakiest doll that was created by the twisted Vincent Holt. Michelle said in her heart, maybe the Holt could stay together because both of them were sick in their head. Despite the ‘eccentricity’ of Theresa, Michelle still genuinely considered the freaky babe her best friend. They had known each other since they were young, back then before they married their respective husbands.

Michelle felt nostalgic about Theresa old's appearance before marrying Vincent, Theresa was a beautiful blonde-haired girl, Her body was sexy but not as obscene as her current one. She had a curvaceous hourglass body that many girls want to have. Her chest was only 32C, but it was in perfect shape. Michelle could only sigh while watching how her friend look now. She felt as if it was just yesterday she saw Theresa's old appearance.

“Thanks for coming, Mich,” the two hugged, then Theresa led Michelle inside her house.

“It’s okay, I’m glad to be of help, you’re already like a family after all, so, what do you call me for this time?”

“Oh, it is because…” But before Theresa could finish telling her, she stopped as Michelle transformed in front of her eyes.

“What? Can you repeat it?” Michelle replied.

The current Michelle no longer looked the same as when she arrived at the Holt’s house. She was no longer in her conservative long dress, but now she was dressed in a leopard printed bodycon dress, and a faux fur coat, like her best friend, the new Michelle also sported big fake tits as big as her. Her brown long hair was now dyed red and in a severe bob cut.

“Michelle, don’t you feel anything weird? I think something strange happened to you,” said Theresa. She was unsure of what she had seen, Theresa saw Michelle's clothes deformed, and her body transformed, but then after the strange phenomenon ended, she couldn’t think of what changed, Michelle still looked the same as she always remembered, but Theresa had this nagging feeling on the back of the mind that there was something different on her friend.

Reminded by Theresa, Michelle checked her body.

Do my tits always be this big? I think it should be smaller, no, that’s not right, I got this baby together with Theresa. So what looks different on me? Ugh…forget it, thinking too hard isn't really my thing.

“Do I really look different than I usually do?" Michelle threw the question back to Theresa.

Theresa once again scrutinized her friend's appearance from head to toe.

"On second look, I don't think you are any different than you usually look, I probably seeing things because I took too much coke this morning."

“Damn girl, you should share the good thing with me, aren’t we friends?”

“Of course, what do you think I called you here for? Rather than coke, I got some of my hubby's new ****, hubby said this one kicks harder and can fuck with our mind if we take too much.”

“Oooohh….I can’t wait to try it,” Michelle exclaimed. She ignored the **** risk and potential side effects. She loves to be wasted on ****

Once Michelle and Theresa took the ****. They felt their body was on fire and their libido shot through the roof aside from the usual euphoria caused by the ****. The two MILFs watched each other with lustful thirst, and under the influence of the ****, they soon went down to each other.

Continued in Next Part (Part 2 Cont)

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