THE NEW COACH CHAPTER 11 (Donna'S PoV)

Donna’s PoV:

~ Back to a day ago.

My car stopped at the lab parking lot. My nightmarish experience with Natasha yesterday was still vivid in my mind. I didn’t want to return here, but I had **** as I needed to accompany my beloved Mistress. Darel had told her to bring me to the lab.

Talking about my Mistress. I recalled what happened yesterday when I came home.

When I stepped into my living room, I finally met my daughter. Our eyes locked on each other, observing the transformed look each of us had.

I knew my daughter had dyed her hair blonde yesterday, but now her hair was no longer fully blonde. Like me, she had her hair tied in a twin tail. One of the tails had pink streaks, and the other tails had a blue streak. Her hairstyle made her look like a certain cheerleader supervillain from a popular superhero comic book. Her face was caked with pinkish makeup, from bright pink lipstick to her pink eyeshadow, it was the color she once avoided as Lisa preferred dark-colored makeup. I also spotted that she had a few new piercings on her face, previously Lisa only had two small stud piercings above her right eyebrows, but now, she had Austin bar piercing on her nose and shark bites piercing below her lip. Unlike me with metal piercings, all Lisa's piercings, even the old studs piercing above her eyebrow changed into fuschia-pink colored plastic spikes.

Lisa was dressed in a pink fishnet mesh crop top. Underneath the skimpy mesh top, her breasts were covered with black heart-shaped pasties. She was wearing a micro skirt that was even shorter than what I wore right now. With how short and useless her skirt was, I could see that Lisa had a new tramp stamp on her crotch. She had ‘C-Slut’ tattooed on her crotch.

C-slut? Does it mean to be Cockslut? Or is there any other deeper meaning to it?

Lisa popped the bubblegum balloon she had blown.

“Mommy?” My daughter asked. She seemed quite shocked at my changed appearance

“Yes, mistress, I’m your pathetic simp mommy. I’m your mom in name only, so feel free to order me around and treat me without respect because I’m your pathetic submissive simp who will no longer blame, berate, nor be angry with you whatever you do.

She walked toward me and hugged me.

“Yay, Daddy didn’t lie to me, he said he would make you agreeable and supportive of what I do,” Lisa said in a bratty tone and high-pitched voice that was so unlike Lisa the goth girl I knew.

Of course, the daddy she referred to in her words wasn’t my deceased husband, but it was Master Darel.

“Mommy, has someone said to you that you now look really ridiculous but also so sexy? Now, you are full of goth charm. It made my pussy tingle,” she whispered in my ear.

My body shuddered in excitement after I heard her whisper. Once she released her hug. My body went auto-pilot and I kneeled before my Mistress. My head was on her pussy level. I was glad that she wore a barely-functioned skirt. I didn’t even need to unzip her skirt, I just needed to fold her skirt up a little to get access to her cunt. My mistress wet cunt.

Without further ado, I lapped her cunt with my tongue. I spread open her labia and started feasting on her cunt like a thirsty bitch I was. My daughter put her hand in my pigtail and pulled it up. My head pushed closer to her pussy, now, even my nose was poking inside her pussy. What I could see right now was only her pussy. But I didn’t protest, I kept eating her cunt with laser focus to give my mistress the pleasure she deserves.

“Mom, I don’t know you are such a good cunt muncher, are you a lesbian?” She asked.

I shook my head a little to tell her that I was not a lesbian. What’s a silly question? Why both April and Lisa was asking the same thing? She should know that Master’s fucktoy like me and she should be bisexual. If I was a lesbian, I would feel disgusted with the idea of a man fucking me or giving a blowjob to a man, but I was not. If the master wanted to fuck me or commanded me to suck his cock, I would do it without any hesitation.

Still, I felt flattered. Did I gave her a really good cunt-licking? Maybe just as April said, I was a natural-born cunt-muncher.

“Mommy, I’m going to cum, open your mouth wide.”

I opened my mouth as wide as I could to be the receptacle for her girl cum. Despite my preparation, she ended up squirting all over my face instead of shooting them on target which was my mouth. I didn’t protest though and still did my best to catch what I could catch with my mouth.

Lisa released her hold over my hair, signaling that she was done cumming. I pulled my body back to give my mistress a clear look at my wet face and mouth which were full of her fluid.

“Good mommy, you can gulp them down,” she said.

After getting my mistress permission, I began to gulp the liquid down my throat.

“Thank you for the nice drink, Mistress,” I replied after I finished gulping all her girl cum down.

“Anyway, Mommy, I don’t like you calling me, Mistress, it ain’t cute at all, call me my name, Candy.”

“Yes, Mis – I mean, Yes, Candy.”

“Mommy, can you give me your credit card and tell me its password? Daddy bought me only a few skimpy clothes, and my wardrobe is full of clothes that no longer match my style, so I want to buy more clothes for tomorrow's excursion.”

“Yes, Candy. Anything for you.”

I gave Candy my credit card and told her my password.

“Oh, when I go out shopping, you can move the clothes in my wardrobe to yours because I need a room for my new clothes. You can wear my goth clothes from now, they might be a few sizes smaller but considering how you look right now, it should not be a big deal for you. If you don’t have enough room for them, maybe you can throw away your old clothes to thrash. Or make them a mop to clean the floor,” she said.

“D-do I also need to take your old panties?”

My heart raced with excitement as Candy said she would give me all her old clothes to me. I felt like I won a grand prize in a giveaway.

“Do you want my old panties? You are such a pervert, Mommy. Unfortunately, no, you don't need to move my panties, but as a reward, you can take one of my panties you fancy.”

“Really? I can take one of my choosing?”

“Yes. Only one, if you take more than one, I will punish you, Mommy.”

“Yes, Candy. I understand.”

“oh, don’t forget to pick a good one to wear for tomorrow. I want my mommy to look the best compared to the other girl's mom when we are at the lab. Daddy said other girls would also come with their mommy.”

Of course, nobody wanted to look bad at such a gathering. I wouldn't want to embarrass my daughter by dressing badly. The question now was what kind of clothing could be considered good, and appropriate for such an occasion? Dressing like a prude was certainly not the answer.

Back to the present.

Candy was the first one who got out of the car. She was now dressed in a sexy parody of a catholic schoolgirl with a tied-up blouse and mini tartan skirt. Her footwear was not very schoolgirl-like though with her wearing black fishnet stockings and 6 inches pink platform heels. Candy seemed to take a chance to do her nails too when she went out to buy new clothes. Now, she had a set of pink talon-like nails in her fingers.

She yanked my leash, and I followed her out of the car. I was no longer in my succubus costume, but I still dressed like a tart with me dressed in a high-leg bustier leotard bodysuit, this costume actually came with a black tulle skirt to complete the goth look but I decided not to wear one as I feared it would make me looked like a prude and would invite disapproval from my master and mistress. As the bustier size is a few sizes smaller than my actual size, the costume was really skin tight like I was wearing a cincher corset. Like my daughter, I wore a set of black fishnet stockings, but instead of wearing platform heels like her, I wore an **** 7-inches red stiletto heel. Well, I said I was no longer in my succubus costume but I still had the accessories like the devil horn headband and spiked choker. Now, there was a long leash attached to my spiked choker. The leash's other end was held in Candy’s hand. What better way to show that I was a **** for my daughter than making her lead me by a leash?

We met with the Macmillan mother and daughter pair at the lab entrance. There were already several other students and their mothers at the lab entrance. We could be considered as one of the last ones who came.

April and Tiffany seemed to agree to wear a cheerleader costume. But both of them didn't look like cheerleader material at all. Tiffany was bald, and April looked jarring in the costume, but I knew well that it wasn't my place to make a comment as I was in the same position as her; we are both tarty MILF who wore clothes that were too small for us

“Hello, my besties, thanks for your recommendation yesterday,” Candy quickly approached Tiffany with excitement and hugged her. I was forcefully pulled by her and needed to pick up my walking pace. Candy seemed to forget that she still held me by leash once she saw Tiffany.

I didn't know that my daughter had a good relationship with April's daughter, I even thought that Lisa had some prejudice and animosity toward Tiffany and her clique. But looking at them now. It seemed there was no problem between them. That was quite reassuring for me, considering I was April's girlfriend. It would make us conflicted if our daughter was each other enemy while we were in a relationship.

Candy released Tiffany from her embrace after several seconds, and shifted her attention to April Macmillan, “Mrs. Macmillan, can you hold my mommy's leash for me? I heard from Daddy that you have some special relationship with my mommy now.”

“Yes, dear, Master Darel appointed your mom as my girlfriend,” April answered. “I'd gladly hold her leash for you.”

Candy handed my leash to April, “Thanks, Mrs. Macmillan. Alright, Mommy, I will gather with my other friends. I want you to be good with Mrs. Macmillan.” She said as if I were a child who needed to be warned so I didn't mess up.

I watched Candy, and Tiffany gathered around the other girls, making one big group. Meanwhile, for their mother, there were several groups. Some of them looked lost and confused. Some of them have this blank look on their face and a smile plastered on their face. Some were talking normally to each other like me and April. Aside from us, parents and daughters, Amanda the school principal, and a few teachers were also there. All women. I didn't see Master Darel anywhere in our group.

A few moments later, Natasha came out of the lab and took everybody's attention.

“Welcome, chosen students from Westchester High School, and also their esteemed mother. I’m Natasha Olsten, the PI of this lab. For our first day, I will just give you a brief tour of our facilities. Inside the facilities, please obey my instruction and don’t randomly touch things, something can be dangerous without proper knowledge of handling the thing,” Natasha warned.

We then followed Natasha into the lab. She brought us to a large hall room that I hadn't had the chance to visit before in my first visitation.

“Hold your breath as long as possible when I give you a signal,” April whispered to me.

“Why?” I asked her.

“You will know later.”

A few moments later, I understood why April said that to me. The hall was filled with white mist that came from every direction.

“Now,” April said.

I witnessed the students, parents, and teachers gradually lose consciousness one by one. Shortly after being enveloped in the white mist, I saw my daughter and Tiffany collapse to the ground. Even April, who had advised me to hold my breath, couldn't withstand the mist for long and fell ****.

My vision started to blur, and I felt strength was leaving my body. Shortly after April fainted, I also lost consciousness.

I gradually opened my eyes and found myself back in Natasha's office.

“Wake up, already? How the sleep?” Natasha asked.

“Natasha, you mad bitch, what are you doing to us?” I couldn’t help but hurl an insult at her this time.

“I just did my job as ordered by Master. Thanks to the data I got from you yesterday, the lab made some progress in the Dreammaker, thus the Master wants me to test it on some of you bitches. So, rather than selecting you one by one, putting your bunch to sleep and getting you bitches into the procedure is more efficient.”

“Anyway, follow me, I will show you what others went through, “ Natasha instructed.

We came into a room which made my eyes widen in shock. There was a line of chairs. On the chairs, women were strapped to it. Their head was encased in even fancier VR helmets than what Amanda let me wear yesterday.

“Are you brainwashing them?”

“Obviously. Master hates quick brainwashing like this, but he also knows his limitation, he knows he can’t take a sweet time to brainwash each of his target’s relatives. It will take too much time to finish. Thus he commanded me to quickly brainwash them using the Dreammaker. Once finished, those women will be devoting their lives like drones to the Master.”

“Where is my daughter? Is she here?” I asked another question.

“She’s not here, but in the other room. Follow me.”

I followed Natasha to the other room and finally saw my beloved daughter in a big incubation jar.

“What are you doing to her?” I raised my voice in anger.

“I just did what Master’s order,” Natasha replied nonchalantly.

“She’s fine, this is our quick growth and modification tank. Let me show you.”

Natasha guided me to a control panel in front of my daughter’s tank.

“This is the modification panel. You can tinker with the parameter on the panel to modify her look. Be wary though, don’t push the red button, it will finalize the change, and empty the growth liquid in the tank. Once the growth liquid is emptied, it needs around 5 hours to refill it. If you wonder how they will turn out, you can check on the monitor instead. What is shown in the monitor is 90% similar to how they will turn out. But sometimes an accident occurs just like a botched surgery.”

I saw on the panel that they would give Candy enormous fake juggs which are twice bigger than her head. Aside from her tits, they would give her a dick-sucking lips. The change would make Candy more bimbo-ish

“Usually, the one who will finalize the change will be the Master, but Master told me to reward you; you can make and finalize one change, whether you use it on your daughter or another woman in this room. Feel free to choose one.”

Should I finalize my daughter’s change? I decided not to, she would be happier if the Master would be the one who finalized her change and woke her up.

I moved around the room to check on all the women in the growth tank. I saw Tiffany was one of them. But I didn’t plan to stop at Tiffany. I finally stopped moving after reaching the tank of Felicity Harris. She was a familiar face to me. She was also a parent of one girl who studied in Westchester What made me have a long-lasting impression of Felicity was her holier-than-thou attitude even among the good parents. She was quite a snobbish woman, that might be more annoying than April Macmillan. What I saw on her panel was a couple of changes to make her stupid bimbo with a low IQ. But I didn’t want her to be a normal stupid bimbo. I tinkered with her changes and added a ‘Chav’ and ‘Trashy’ trait to her. I looked at the monitor to see how she would be changed.

Felicity’s skin would turn to be tanned bronze skin. Her long straight brunette hair would turn platinum blonde, but it would be coarse and rough. Felicity's cheek and nose would look like she had done some cheap cosmetic surgery on it. Her breasts got bigger but they looked obviously fake. Her body figure turned a bit pear-shaped with a heavier bottom.

“Great. She will look cheap, trashy, and slutty. Say goodbye to your holier-than-thou attitude bitch.”

I pressed the red button to finalize Felicity’s change.

To be continued in the next Chapter

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