BULLIE'S BEQUEATHMENT
Susan wasn't at all sorry her daughters bully was dead. Whilst the town was still in shock at the car accident that had killed the star quarterback and head cheerleader - she was secretly glad the bitch was gone.
According to the post mortum, Brandi had been sucking Dylan's cock at the time of the accident. His orgasm as she sucked him off as he drove down the highway, was so strong that he had lost control of the vehicle and had crashed it into a tree, killing them both instantly.
In Susan's opinion, Brandi had been asking for something like this for a long time. She seemed to have an uncaring attitude towards death. The little spoilt bitch had acted as though she was invulnerable, often putting herself into danger. It was almost as if she hadn't been afraid to die.
Well - it had only been a matter of time before she paid the consequences. Now at last Betty was safe. Her sensitive beautiful daughter would no longer be the victim of Brandi's cruelty.
Brandi had dripped so much poison into Betty's mind, that her daughter had a mental collapse. 'Ugly' Betty was the laughing stock of the school. Brandi seemed to enjoy the mental torture she could put the girl through. She knew just how to gaslight everyone into believing Betty was lying and being an attention seeker.
But now that was over.
As sad as the town was, Susan wouldn't be shedding any tears for that cruel, manipulative, evil little bitch Brandi Grey.
DING DONG
Hearing the front doorbell ring, Susan checked her hair and went to answer it. A tired looking delivery man had a large cardboard box for her.
"Susan Jones? This is for you. Sign please."
Susan hadn't ordered anything, so was a little confused, but she signed for the box and carried it inside. It was a little heavy and seemed full so she carried it to the kitchen island and opened it using a pair of scissors from the drawer.
The box was crammed full of various assorted items - all carefully packaged. An expensive looking mobile phone, slutty bras and thongs, expensive makeup kits and to Susan's disgust even some sex toys.
On top was a letter in a crisp white envelope.
"Dear Mrs Susan Jones,
You are hereby notified that Brandi Grey of 3 Waterview Mansions has named you in her will as the recipent of all her worldly goods. You are hereby the guardian and owner of everything that belonged to her. These items only form part of your new belongings, but it has been specified that these particular items be delivered to you immediately upon the death of said Brandi Grey.
Yrs,
Clements Solictors."
Her hands shaking with shock and her mouth agape - Susan looked down at the box. There had to be some mistake. Why would Brandi, the girl she hated most in the world and - who had definitely known that - leave her all her belongings?
She reached into the box and touched the lingerie. It was red and lacy with delicate flower patterns worked into it, the cups larger than her own, but the length around the cheat much shorter. Brandi had been one busty little bitch, Susan couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to wear something so hot and sexy... to revel in the stares and attention of others? She never wore sexy lingerie and everyone ignored her.
Try it on. Be the centre of attention for once.
A strange tingle of arousal spread through Susan's body and a mad impulse to try on the items began to grow. It felt like there was a voice in her head urging her on, telling her to do all the things she had always denied herself. The voice felt good to listen to.
It was insane but the urge was too great. Maybe this was all just some crazy dream, but suddenly Susan knew she had to try the lingerie on.
Carrying the box upstairs, glad that her husband was out and Betty was still asleep, Susan went into her room and laid the objects out on the bed. She shivered as she beheld some of Brandi's bitchiest clothes and and the desire to garb herself in them became a impossible compulsion.
It will feel so good to wear the clothes a teenage bitch would wear. Put them on quickly. You want to know how it feels.
Part of Susan was screaming a warning, but she was ignoring it as she took off her boring white blouse and blue Momma jeans. Sliding off her cheap white lingerie she stood naked, her slightly sagging breasts and chubby body not what it had once been.
The bra and red panties were far too small - this was insane, yet almost feverishly she began to put them on.
And as she pulled up her new panties and slid her arms through the bra straps, something amazing happened.
Susan felt her skin tighten and her body shrink. Her small breasts tingled and began to grow. Celuilte vanished from her ass and her flesh turned smooth and young looking as she easily hooked the bra together and stared in amazement at her new body.
From the head down she now looked like a hot teenager about the same age as her daughter. She now had a toned round ass like a cheerleaders, long tanned legs and a tiny waist with big hips.
"Oh my goodness," she gasped admiring her body and turning her attention to the biggest change. Where once she had been flatchested she now had two large firm round tits. Popping one out of the bra, she moaned as she brushed a nipple and felt a hot fire in her loins. Fuck she felt horny.
"How is this possible," she gasped turning left and right. "I... I love it!"
Having a hot body is so important. In fact, looking better than other girls is all that matters. It feels good to make the others jealous. Take Betty... she'd kill for a body like this, but she's a fat flat chested loser.
Susan blushed at the unkind thought above her loving daughter. Where had that come from?
Just a shame about your tired old face and scraggly hair. Maybe you could try that hair-dye? It was Brandi's favourite colour... and her makeup palette is just over there.
Opening the bottle of hair dye, Susan went into her bathroom and following the instructions poured the rich liquid into her hair. With the gloves provided she worked it into her hair, feeling the colour begin to take.
Squish, squish, squish
It felt as though she was deleting herself... working the luxurious dye into her hair was stripping her of her identity. She felt like she was becoming someone else. She groaned and worked the dye deeper.
Yessss that's it... get rid of that boring dumb hair and all those silly weaknesses in your headr. Work the dye deep into your scalp, feel it spreading through your hair.
Susan groaned, her eyes rolling up into her head. Her fingers squeezed and worked the dye deeper and deeper. She felt memories fading, her personality melting away to leave her as a blank slate ready to accept new ideas.
Yessssss, rub it all away bitch.
The dye worked impossibly fast. Susan's hair took on volume and turned red and blonde with sexy highlights just like Brandi used to have.
Tying her hair up with a giggle, Susan scowled at the aged face now wedged between her glorious hair and improved body. She needed to do something about that ugly face.
It was getting hard to remember who she was - it didn't seem important anymore.
Picking up the makeup palate, Susan began to apply foundation and to her amazement her skin instantly became young again. She realised that the makeup could allow her to change her features. Change them however she pleased.
But what face should she give herself?
You know which face you want don't you?
"Noooooo," groaned Susan as she suddenly realised what was happening to her.
Yesssssss. Fucking do it.
Susan shook and her new tight pussy dripped with anticipatory jucices. Her nipples were hard, her heart pounding and her head spinning.
Give yourself the only face that matters. Make yourself into a bitch.
"Noooo what am I doing, I... don't want to be a bitch."
Yes you do. You want this so badly. You know what's happening. You're becoming me and you love it. Give yourself my face. Get rid of that ugly, disgusting pathetic face and upgrade to a real bitches.
Susan moaned. This all felt so good. Her hair and body looked amazing, but the face was wrong. There was only one face she wanted to see.
Brandi's.
Her panties soaked, Susan reached up with a moan and gave herself a pair of dark arched eyebrows. She sensually rubbed the foundation into her skin, pushing and shaping her cheekbones the way she remembered them to give herself a beautiful bitchy face.
Her lips twisted into a slutty smile as she dragged bright pink lipstick over them and her fingers went to her eyes to apply smokey eye shadow. She blinked and when her eyes opened they were now the icy blue-grey of Brandi's eyes.
"I'm fucking perfect," she grinned enjoying the velvety softness of her new voice.
Lifting up her tits Susan purred with satisfaction. She felt amazing... she was now a perfect physical copy of Brandi and she had never felt so good.
Now do you know why we don't fear death? Because if we die, whichever person hates us the most will transform into the new us. I thought for sure it would be Betty, but she was too broken. I never imagined you would become the new me Susan.
Susan played with her tits, she felt so powerful, so fucking horny and evil. She remembered now... the deal she'd made with the demons. Immortality and eternal youth so long as she was hated and feared. So long as she was a cruel, heartless, wicked bitch she could never die and would never age beyond what she desired. The demons had told her if she should ever die she would be reborn into the person who hated her the most. She could now never die. It meant she could do whatever she wanted. No pleasure was beyond her so long as she ensured that others feared her.
Even better reality itself would change so that her victim would take her place. Susan was now the one who died in a car crash sucking the cock of a boy she was old enough to be the mother of. The disgrace would destroy what was left of Betty's mind and leave her scarred for life. It would probably lead to Betty's Daddy losing his mind as well from shame. It was all so delicious.
Susan shook her head suddenly. No - these weren't her memories or thoughts, or were they? Maybe she could still fight back, stop Brandi from possessing her completely?
Like it fucking mattered...
Susan had stopped fighting ten minutes ago.
Laughing she reached into the box of objects and found a set of fake nails. She carefully slid each one into place and admired how slutty they looked. She slid a ring into her nose and her belly-button and reaching down painted each toe carefully till it was perfectly pedicured.
Finally, sliding off her panties, she used a razor to scrape away every last patch of Susan's pubic hair, leaving her perfect pink pussy permanently smooth and shaven just how she liked.
Picking out a dildo she lay back on the bed and with a groan slid it between her thighs. She pushed it into herself, feeling her pussy lips grip tight as she began to pump.
"Oooooh fuck yessss I'm a bitch, I'm a BITCH, I'M A BIIIITTTCHHH!"
Brandi screamed as she fucked what was left of Susan out of her. Every pump of the dildo went deeper and deeper... blasted what remained of the kind, innocent Mom out of her head. She loved how it felt to just give in and be a bully. Who the fuck wouldn't want to be Brandi.
Brandi was everything. She was all that mattered.
Hot juices ran down the teenage bitches legs as the new Brandi drooled and moaned as she took full control. "Fuckkkk yessss, I am Brandi Grey and I am a GODDESS!"
With a scream Brandi orgasmed and yanked the dildo out as she began to squirt. Hot juices rained down on the bed as she furiously rubbed her clit and laughed manically. She couldn't wait to get some real dick later and truly break this new body in.
The stupid bitch was all gone now. Susan's knowledge and memories would remain Brandi's to use and abuse, but the weak woman had gleefully accepted the corruption.
Brandi didn't blame her - she doubted anyone would pass up the chance to become her.
Reaching into the box she grinned as she found her favourite latex dress and shiny black thigh length boots.
Dressing up, Brandi admired her body and untying her hair tossed it back. She was fucking perfect. Her big tits looked so good in the tight latex, her ass was perfect and her face looked mean and cruel just how she liked it.
Picking out a pair of handcuffs and a riding crop she swayed with a click of boots out of Susan's room and without asking opened the door to Betty's bedroom.
The girl gasped as Brandi entered the room with a wicked smile, twirling the handcuffs and swishing the riding crop. She screamed in fear and backed away.
Brandi laughed, her nipples hard as she looked down at the pathetic girl.
"Mmmmh I'm not planning to die again anytime soon, but it's always wise to have a backup. I'm going to make you REALLY hate and fear me Betty."
Laughing Brandi advanced on the cowering girl, turned on by the thought of how good it would feel to corrupt the girls flesh and turn her into her new host if she should die.
"I love being me, maybe one day you'll get to find out why, loser..." she hissed as she kicked the door shut and with a wicked grin advanced on Betty.
Being Brandi was almost good enough to die for...
THE END
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