Angie, on her way back from highschool

A day had passed since this encounter. Since then, Camilla had been spying on this family, planning her ****. After hours of plotting, she had finally found the most diabolical way of entering this family without them knowing.

A dozen meters in front of her, Angie, one of Peter's daughters, was walking back home, after a long day in highschool, far from knowing that she was being followed by someone who meant her harm. Lots of harm.

Angie wasn't an ugly girl. She had a little too much body fat, but this contributed to make her boobs and ass big enough to turn on most of these highschool teenagers. But teens this age were cruel, and she had been mocked again today due to her body mass. Holding back her tears, she was walking back home, while Camilla was discreetly reducing the distance between them.

-Hey, piggy, she said with a smile.

Angie turned around, a furious look on her face. This was getting to a new level. If her bullies were now following her to her home... she froze when she found herself right in front of Camilla.

-Not bad. I see where those good genes went.

-Who the fuck are you? said Angie.

-Shhh, it doesn't matter anymore.

Camilla suddenly grabbed Angie's hair, causing her to wince in pain.

-Aaargh, let me go, you freak.

Meanwhile, Camilla was chanting in an ancient language that Angie couldn't understand. Suddenly, she felt an electric shock go through her body, followed by a strange sensation, as if she was getting...emptied? She felt weaker and weaker, opening her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. She suddenly felt herself floating in her clothes. Her boobs started to sag, as her pants slipped along her legs, falling to her ankles. The skin of her face started to get more loose, as if the latter was melting.

Camilla smiled, as he saw Angie's body deflate, like a balloon, until there was nothing left than her empty skin and her scattered clothes on the ground. Her victim had now turned into a bodysuit. Without a word, she grabbed the remains of the young woman, stretched the mouth, now feeling like an elastic and put a feet inside of it, not meeting any resistance. Slowly, she managed to put her whole body inside of the suit.

A moment later, she was standing in the middle of the street, looking at her new reflection in the mirror. She would need some time to get used to her new curves, but apart from that, nothing seemed to indicate what had just happened. She looked exactly like the teenage girl she had stolen the body from. Slowly, she bent forward and picked up her victim's clothes, before putting them back on. She was about to walk to Peter's home when she suddenly heard a voice behind her.

-Hey, piggy!

She turned around and saw a girl looking like the typical popular girl/cheerleader. Probably one of Angie's bullies. She smiled. This was the opportunity to see if her powers still worked inside this suit. She snapped her fingers and waited.

-Don't walk too fast, your fat ass couldn't handle this...oooooh...

Before the bully could finish her sentence, her body suddenly started expanding in all the wrong places. Her belly bulged forward, as her arms and legs inflated. Her fine face was suddenly deformed by a triple chin, as her skin and hair became greasy. In a few seconds, she had become so fat that she could barely walk, her clothes ripped to shreds, lying at her feet.

-W...what... she stammered, still not realizing what had happened.

-Yup, that should do, said Camilla, before walking away.

-But...wait...you can't leave me like this.

The bully turned into a disgusting slob tried to run after Camilla, but she could barely put a feet in front of the other now. She fell forwards and crawled on all fours, watching the woman who had transformed her getting out of sight.

-Help...me...

Camilla was no longer thinking about her, too concentrated on how she was going to mess with this family. At first, she had considered turning Laura, Peter's wife into a bodysuit, and to pretend to be her. But it was too nice to her. She didn't just want to get rid of her. She wanted her to see her whole world collapse. Also, she didn't feel like pretending to be the mother of those brats. When she finally arrived at Peter's home, she opened the door and entered the house.

-You're late, Angie. Is everything okay?

Camilla smiled to Peter, who had just appeared in the room she was in.

-Everything okay...daddy.

She got on top of her feet and kissed her "dad" on the cheek, her lips slightly touching the side of his mouth, while her hand was "accidentally" stroking his crotch. She felt him getting hard and smiled. Oh Peter, she thought, you naughty boy. Maybe having Angie corrupt you wouldn't be so difficult after all. She smiled when she saw him look at her in confusion.

-See you later...daddy.