Lighting a cigarette up next to the no-smoking sticker and taking a deep drag, Ashlee giggled to herself as her boyfriend fingered her through her panties on the back-seat of the school bus and she squirmed enticingly against his fingers, her shaven pussy rapidly growing wet with desire.
“Mmmmmh, I wish you could stick your fat cock in there, but it’s nearly my stop” she whispered into his ear feeling his cock stiffen through his trousers. “Why don’t you and that fit friend of yours come over to my house later and we can have some real fun… my parents are out.”
“What about your stupid little sister Anya?” he growled, indicated the terrified little girl sitting a few seats in front trying to ignore, along with everyone else, what the baddest and meanest girl in school was up to. Even the bus driver was too scared to tell Ashlee to put out her cigarette, the last person to cross her had ended up in hospital for a month after he little gang beat the shit out of them for her.
“Don’t worry about that little bitch, she won’t dare cross me,” smirked Ashlee. “She’s weak and little and she can’t stop me, no one can. I took all of her pocket money off her this morning to buy cigarettes and she didn’t even squeak to Mom and Dad. She’s useless.”
Clopping off the bus in her six inch heels, Ashlee strutted into her house, Anya following several feet behind to stay out of her way. Ignoring her little sister as always, Ashlee went up to her room and opening her wardrobe carefully took out her pride and joy – the shiny black leather jacket she had found two years ago.
“Ohhhhhh you beautiful jacket,” she whispered sliding her arms inside. “Mmmmmh, I was so boring till I found you. You made me into such a fucking bitch, thank you!”
Ashlee could remember all those years ago when she had been boring little Ashley, the school goody-goody. She’d been a nobody – but then she’d found the jacket and her life had changed. Slipping it on had turned her into a slutty, evil, bad girl and she loved every moment of her wicked life. As long as nobody else ever wore her jacket, she would stay as a beautiful bitch forever. She liked to wear it sometimes – common sense told her to keep it safe in her wardrobe, but when she wore it, she felt the evil flow fully into her and she knew the jacket liked to be worn. She would put it on every few nights, revelling in the evil and the feeling of dominance and power it gave her.
Tonight she was looking forward to having two hard cocks to play with, she was feeling particularly horny tonight and with her parents out she could have some real fun.
Deciding she better have a shower before the boys arrived, she took her sexy outfit off and hung the jacket on the back of her chair. Then she walked unashamedly naked into the shower and shut and locked the door.
A few moments later, there was a slight creak and the door opened a crack. Peering into her sisters bedroom to check the coast was clear, little Anya gulped and walked quietly in. She knew if Ashlee caught her in here she would be dead, but there was method in her madness. She needed to get that pocket money back, it wasn’t fair… it was hers and maybe if she stole it back, Ashlee wouldn’t notice.
Seeing the jacket on the back of the chair, Anya reasoned that maybe her sister had left the money in there and walking over she picked it up. The jacket stunk of cigarettes, slutty perfume and sex… but for some reason as Anya breathed the smell in, it made her feel good.
Anya ran her hands over the smooth shiny material. She’d seen Ashlee wear this jacket many times… her sister always looked like such a bad evil bitch with it on. When she had the jacket on, no-one seemed to be able to resist her and her she was at her worst. Anya realised she was jealous – it wasn’t fair, why couldn’t she be the older sister… the slutty evil bitch able to do whatever she wanted?
Anya paused, something was wrong. She was a nice girl, these weren’t her normal thoughts. But now she was having them, she realised she liked them. “Oooh, I wish I was a bitch, I wish I was the girl getting all the boy attention and having fun,” whispered Anya walking to the mirror holding the jacket. “It should be me wearing this and doing naughty things with all the guys, not her.”
Her hands shaking Anya slid her tiny arms into the jacket and pulled it tight around her. “Oh my God,” she gasped as a surge of evil and power flowed through her. “Oh… f…fu…FUCK!” she spat, giggling insanely as she swore for the first time in her life. “Yes, it feels fucking good, so fucking evil and right!”
Throwing back her head Anya moaned as her tiny body began to stretch and grow. “Yes, make me big like Ashlee, make me into a bitch like her,” she groaned, gasping as her tits began to swell up and her hips pushed out. Her ponytails unwound as her hair fell in a sexy mane down her back and her face became slutty and gorgeous. Anya now fit the jacket perfectly as her sensible training bra and white knickers became a tiny flowery thong and push up bra. Thick makeup coated her face as slutty perfume rose from her body and the new bitch walked over to her sisters vanity.
“Yes, YES, this is so much fucking better,” laughed Anya reaching into a drawer and pulling out her sisters cigarettes. She took a deep drag and looked around the room, realising with a grin that all her sisters photos had changed. They now showed her… this was her room, she had become the older slutty sister just as she had wished.
Hearing a scream from the bathroom, Anya laughed as her pathetic younger sister Ashley came running out. “No, what… no not my jacket!”
“That’s right you little bitch,” laughed Anya… “I’m the slut in this family now and all your power is mine. Now lets see, when you used to wear this jacket, you could make people do things, so lets give it a fucking go. Hmmmm, forget all about this jacket… you will now believe you have always been my little sister.”
Ashley groaned as her head burned. She tried to fight but it was too late as she forgot all about her former status.
“Mmmmh,” giggled Anya… “well now I’m a horny eighteen year old bitch, I get to enjoy all the things you used to enjoy. I believe my boyfriend and his fit friend are coming.”
Hanging the jacket deep at the back of her wardrobe where no one would find it, Anya strutted downstairs. She couldn’t wait to be full of hard-cock and then tomorrow it was gonna be fun having her first day as bitch of the school. Life was sure gonna be a lot more fun now she was the evil slut.
“Hahaha, looks like I picked up some of your bad habits sis,” laughed Anya as she fucked her boys in the living room and her sister quailed upstairs.
It was just a pity that Ashley would never remember the real story…
Oh boy do I love a good corruption story and Evie does them better than anyone else
Corrupted Caps 