Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

INFLUENCED

Bryan sometimes wondered if he should have told his daughter Sarah about his plan to help her with her bullying problem - but by now it was far too late.

It wasn't like there was much of Bryan left anyway. Beckie had seen to that.

It had all started a few weeks ago when Sarah had come home in tears again. She told her Dad that she was being emotionally manipulated and abused by a brat in her class, Beckie.

Beckie wasn't like the other girls. She was... better. She had bigger tits, blonder hair, more expensive clothes and makeup. In short she was a total bully - and like all bullies she enjoyed having a victim to humiliate.

That victim was Sarah. Beckie had correctly identified that the pink haired goth girl would be an easy target. She undermined Sarah at every chance and mocked her for being different.

At first the other girls around them seemed uncomfortable, but none of them said or did anything. Some of them had been friends with Sarah for a long time - but their silence was deafening.

That didn't last long. Beckie had a strange influence on others. Gradually at first, but increasingly rapidly they began to change. They began to dress like Beckie, talk like Beckie - even starting to join in her bullying.

It was like some evil hive mind had taken control of the girls and made them think and act just like Beckie.

They began to get boob jobs and wear tight skirts and tiny tops. They dumped their boyfriends and began to fuck black guys only. High heels and boots replaced comfortable trainers and shoes. Attitudes became troublesome, arrogance grew and bit by bit they became empty souless brats who loved to tease and lead on all the boys

All except Sarah who was left isolated and tormented. Beckie and her goons were now everywhere and Sarah didn't even want to go to college anymore.

That's why Bryan decided to have it out with Beckie. This couldn't go on.

He didn't tell Sarah his plan - not that it was much of a plan. Just go and confront Beckie, get her to leave his daughter alone.

He drove over to the luxurious condo where Beckie and her rich divorced Mom (four husbands) lived. There was a pink Landrover parked on the drive and a giant swimming pool at the back.

Banging on the door Bryan was relieved when Beckie opened it. She was wearing a tiny LA Boutine bikini set and her long blonde hair fell wantonly over her shoulders. It was hard to read her expression thanks to the mirror shades she wore.

"What the fuck do you want?" she yawned boredly examining a long bejewelled manicured nail.

"I want you to leave my daughter Sarah alone!" grunted Bryan in what he hoped was an intimidated way.

Beckie's whole demeanour changed as she realised who he was. Her lips twitched into a naughty smile and her blue eyes twinkled excitedly as she tore off her shades. It wasn't the reaction he had expected.

"Nooooo fucking way! This is so cool. Get in here."

Giggling excitedly, Beckie yanked Bryan into the house. Sliding her small sexy hand into his she lead him inside and he dazedly followed.

A pink fog seemed to instantly descend around Bryan. Rational decisions and thoughts became sluggish and hard. A dreamlike quality now surrounded the day and Bryan found himself going along with his daughters bully.

"What did you say your name was? Bailey?"

"No, Bryan," he croaked weakly.

"I prefer Bailey. Beckie and Bailey sounds a lot hotter right Bailey?"

Bailey blinked. He didn't know why but it made a lot of sense. Yes, Bailey was a much better name.

"So Bailey, does Sarah know you're here?"

"No, I didn't tell anyone."

"Fuck yeah, this is perfect. None of those bitches have quite got what it takes to be my bestie. I was wondering which of them to fully transform, but now you just walked out of the blue and gave me the perfect answer. If no one knows you came here, they'll never find you once we're done."

Bailey blinked. He didn't know what the fuck Beckie was talking about.

"What the hell are you talking a..."

"First rule Bailey. You NEVER interrupt me when I'm talking and you never question me. Whatever I say you go along with, right? That's what besties like you are for! I'm the hot one and you're my sexy little shadow. You don't have any opinions of your own, you just copy mine."

Bailey blinked and his mouth clamped shut. Besties? What the fuck was this demented bitch talking about? Still he should probably do as she said. She probably knew best. In fact Beckie seemed really cool and hot. He bet her opinions were much better than his.

"Second rule is we always dress to impress. I need to get out of this bikini and we need to get you in some decent clothes. Come upstairs with me now."

Bailey followed Beckie up to her bedroom. The pink fog was stronger now. It was like the longer he was in her presence, the easier it was to go along with what she wanted.

"You're obviously not as strong minded as your daughter anyway. The influence doesn't seem to work very well on her. Not that I care so long as it affects everyone else. I'm the best right?"

Bailey just nodded stupidly and said, "Yes Beckie."

"Well you seem very susceptible which is pretty hot. Seeing as you're going to be my bestie I'll tell you about it. I don't know how or why but I was born with a power. I call it the influence. It let's me change reality and people around me. I always get the things that I want eventually. People just change to match my expectations. Those losers at college are all well on the way to being popular girls like me, but it can take time. When I really want something though the influence gets more powerful."

Bailey nodded along, "Wow, that sounds hot Beckie."

"It is hot. It's so fucking hot. It makes me feel like a God. Right now Bailey I've never wanted anything so much as to turn you from that losers nice kind Daddy into my evil, bitchy bestie. Just look at how fast the influence is working. Look down."

Bailey looked down. Whilst he had been talking to Beckie he hadn't noticed how tingly his body had been. He gasped. His male clothes now hung loose and baggy over his body which had shrunk to nearly half the size. He was an inch shorter than Beckie now and his arms and legs seemed stick thin. His tummy was as flat as a washboard and all his body hair was gone.

"Take off those stupid fucking clothes - you look dumb. We need to get you into a new outfit right now.

Bailey didn't object as Beckie helped him out of his clothes. He noticed his skin looked younger. His hands were now more delicate and his feet were tiny. His whole body felt like a dolls. He looked down and gawped at his crotch. His dick was... it was gone!

"What are you staring at Bailey? Haven't you ever seen a pussy before. Kind of weird seeing as you're a girl."

Bailey frowned and she shook her head - but it was hopeless to fight the influence. Of course she was a girl. She had always been a girl.

Grabbing Bailey's hand Beckie pulled her into her bathroom and shoved her in front of the mirror. Bailey gasped at the vision in front of her.

A beautiful girl with small but perfect tits, a perky ass and long dark hair was looking back at her.

"Look how pretty you are Bailey. You're worthy to be my bestie. Now let's get you into a bodystocking and fix that makeup."

Bailey loved feeling Beckie's skillful fingers fix her lipstick, mascara and foundation. "Of course you know how to do all this right?" smirked Beckie. "Show me... you try."

Bailey took the brush from her besties hands and skillfully continued to apply her makeup as if she had done it all her life.

It felt like she was replacing her old personality and thoughts as she applied more makeup. Being feminine felt so good.

"Good girl, you look so hot! Now the third rule is that being a bitch always feels good. From now on you are going to be a bully. Being my bestie means you have to be just as mean and as cruel as I am."

"Yes Beckie, that sounds hot," giggled Bailey as she felt her morals melt away.

"Then say it," gloated Beckie.

"Being a bitch always feels good. I'm cruel and mean and I like it."

As she said the words Bailey felt her nipples get hard and her pussy getting wet.

"And who's the biggest loser we know?" hissed Beckie with evil glee. "Who deserves to get bullied every day?"

"S... Sarah?" guessed Bailey, feeling a flash of guilt that then faded to never return.

"That's right. Doesn't it feel good to know you're better than her? What does she mean to you?"

"N...nothing... she means nothing. I fucking hate her. I want to bully and humiliate her for being such a skank."

Bailey giggled as the words oozed out of her mouth. Yessss this is what she wanted. Wasn't it?

Beckie lifted Bailey back off the bed and walked her to the mirror.

"Very good. Now tell me... who are you?"

"Me? I'm Bailey your bestie and I love being a fucking brat. I hate Sarah and I share all your opinions."

Part of Bailey suddenly rebelled... a bit of her that was shrinking fast. She groaned and gripped her head. "Noooo you can't stop me, this is my body now. I'm Bailey and I love it."

Giggling Beckie slid a long glass dildo into her besties hands. "Don't worry babe, it's just the last part of your old pysche trying to fight back. Make yourself cum and he'll give in forever. My influence is too strong!"

Lying on the bed, Bailey unpopped her lingerie and exposing her tight pussy slowly slid the dildo inside.

"I'm a... unnnnff bitch, I'm a bully I ooooohhh hate Sarah."

Pump. Pump. Pump.

Wet squelches filled the air and the sounds of panting moans as Bailey pleasured her new body and the final barriers to her mind began to break down to Beckie's obscene influence.

"That's it. You're just like me now Bailey. You're a rich, mean, popular slut. You will never escape my influence."

"Yesssss I'm a rich slut and I'm a oooooh fucking bitch. I'm a BIIIIITTTTTCHHHH!"

Bailey screamed and yanked the dildo out as her pussy throbbed and she began to squirt. Her brain went white hot as her new personality and thoughts locked forever.

She was such a bitch and she loved it.

Beckie stroked her hair and giggled. "Don't worry, my influence will give you a new identity. Everyone will falsely remember you've always been my bestie. Well everyone except Sarah. We're going to have so much fun together babe..."

**********

Sarah cried as her Mom tried to comfort her. Bryan had been missing for weeks now and the police couldn't provide any answers. She'd barely slept, barely eaten. No one could find even a trace of him.

Her Mom had taken her out for coffee and they were sat outside in the sunshine when she saw her bullies approaching.

Beckie and Bailey laughed and giggled to each other as they passed, saying something mean. Bailey dropped a note as she passed and despite herself Sarah picked it up.

It was a scrumpled missing note - one of the ones she'd put up everywhere. It showed Bryan and offered a reward for information about his disappearance.

Someone had written in lipstick on the note.

"Your Daddy hates you so he left home. You're a fucking loser."

Sarah felt more tears come as she saw the mean girls laughing at her reaction. In their centre a gloating Beckie smiled approvingly at her protegee Bailey.

She really was a great influence on the bitch...

The End

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You could stop it...

You could stop it…

You could step in and rescue your friend from being droned.   You could step in behind the drone escorting your friend, and ram the taser into the back of the drone’s neck and short it out long enough to escape.   The same taser you used on your friend as she ran into you arms, thinking herself safe. 

She didn’t know how thoroughly enslaved you were to your cunny, and how thoroughly enslaved your cunny was to the Hive.   How could she?  You had done such a good job pretending to be the old you.   They didn’t know about the neediness the Hive had bred into you:  To obey.  To see everyone brought into the fold and converted. Even now, as the restraints your friend to the e-frame, carefully maneuvering the mind clamps into place, you find your hands jammed under your panties, fingers yourself at the thought of what was about to happen.   You work yourself harder as you hear the Hive machinery spring to life, the familiar throbbing filling your head, the memory of your own conversion causing your clit to throb in unison. 

The fading away to nothingness as the Hive entered you.  Filled you up.  Made you cum over, and over as it overlaid knew wants and needs into your sopping, arousal soaked mind.  Days of brainwashing to turn you into the happiest of betrayers.

You watch the drone lube up the dildos, making them as shiny and glossy as she is.  You should look away; you shouldn’t watch as the mind clamps press into place and you watch any remaining awareness fade from your friend’s eyes.

It is the single most arousing thing you’ve ever witnessed in your life, the orgasm crashing into you as you grunt and moan, ignored by the drone as she slides the toys into position.   Your friend is as full as you were, her mind and sex stretched wide apart so the Hive can enter her and re-work her to fit it’s needs.

You don’t think the Hive will turn her into a true drone.   Not yet.

Questions would be asked.   Where had she vanished too?   Why were the last person to be seen with her?   Did you know her whereabouts? 

No one would think to ask you why you had lead her to the disused industrial estate, or why you insisted on going deeper into the run down warehouse, ‘accidentally’ finding the hidden switch and following the dark, dusty passageway until it gave away to industrial gratings, power cables and the buzzing overhead lights that always seemed to make you feel sleepy every time you stared at the too long.

Nor would think about asking you why you insisted on going deeper into the complex, sneaking from place to place, and following all those pretty, gloss encased drones as they marched from place to place.

Until the trap was sprang.

Until they marched from all sides, hands out-reached for her.    Your friend hand’t seen you slip the taser out of your back pocket, not understand the purpose of the embrace you gave her as your cunny flared to life and you jammed the taser into the small of her back.

Just to knock her out.

Just to feel the thrill of betrayal coursing through your system as your Sisters closed ranks around her, fitting the control visor to hear eyes.    They all wore them - even you as you look on, watching your friend buck and strain in her restraints as her own visor syncs to the mind clamps and forces the pleasure into her.   You remember resisting, too.   You remember holding out for hours until it became too much, and you just surrendered to the pleasure.  

Surrendered to the Hive.

Even now, you could stop it…

Just knock the drone out with a well placed punch, and you could free your friend.  Before the brainwashing is too deeply embedded.  Before the urge to complete is so strong that she will return her of her own accord and surrender for processing. 

But you know she’ll be so much happier as a slave to the Hive -  a sister drone you can eat out and help enforce the Hive’s will over.  You hope there’s still enough of her left to resist.   Still enough of her left to help corrupt further, so you can watch it fade away every time she surrenders to her Hive programming and her drone self takes over.

Not a full one, of course.   

You haven’t earned that yet. 

You whimper as that sparks a more intense burst of pleasure.  Your panties are soaked by now, even as you friend’s eyes start to roll up to reveal the whites of her eyes and she lets out the lewdest, hottest moan you’ve ever heard.

Did you make that kind of noise when processed?   You kind of hope you did.  You hope you let your sister drone’s know how grateful that they had picked you to be their Trojan horse.

To continue the betrayal with your new sister-drone by your side.

Divide and conquer.   With the two of you covering each other’s alibis, it will be too late by the time anyone becomes suspicious.  You will have brought too many into the fold for them to stop what would come next.   The infection would spread, the Hive’s will solidifying it’s hold over the town before any real resistance could be mounted.

You find yourself on your knees, working your enslaved cunny with such intensity that you’re practically forcing the inevitability of your thoughts.

You will convert them all: Friends, family, co-workers…   

You don’t notice the drone standing behind you, the tendrils spreading from her fingers to connect with your visor, and the smattering of minor cybenertics already grafted onto you.  Just a few - carefully hidden.   Allowing them access to your mind to alter and tweak your thoughts to match their own.

To expose you to the feedback of your friend’s conversion as she tries to resist.  You can feel her mind weakening, her thoughts already growing gloopy with arousal.  Ready.  Waiting.  Needing to be molded and set into new patterns.

You could stop it…   You really could….   

But why would you want to?

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