CYNTHIA AND THE 'DARK-VIOLET' CATSUIT (7)

MPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

CYNTHIA AND THE 'DARK-VIOLET' CATSUIT

Part 7

Black Violet couldn't stop masturbating and stroking herself as she watched Amaya struggle on the living room floor. Thanks to her she now thought and felt truly and completely like a teenager again. The only things she needed to start being happy again was that outfit, hormones that drove her crazy and a strong and insufferable immaturity... Although her flaws, the worst a person could have, stayed and were accentuated by that outfit, completing her new personality.

"OH GODS!" she said to herself. "I've fucked up my own daughter... I don't know what that hood will do to her... and I'm not worried about it... but it makes me so horny to see her trapped... and what turns me on is the idea that I'm doing something evil to her."

It was so hot and it made Black Violet as horny as she'd never been before, watching Amaya getting covered by the strange material and fucked by the intruding plugs. The hood changed color, to wine red instead of purple. And the muffled screams of Amaya being devoured by the hood were a delight to her. As more and more of her body was covered by that material, little by little the grunts became more sensual and rhythmic. Meanwhile, with the fingers of one hand, Black Violet was already moving voraciously in and out of her body. While with the other she was kneading, tightly, one breast, and from time to time pinching, with ever more delicious cruelty, her nipples.

Black Violet had already cum three times since that stupid Amaya had put on the hood, and each orgasm, though each one more powerful than the one before, did nothing to calm her down. Instead they made her want to enjoy her body more and more, as she watched Amaya's suffocating agony, barely realizing that Amaya's body was no longer so adolescent.

But suddenly what the hood was doing to Amaya took an unexpected turn. And that at first was something that disgusted her. Amaya stood still, completely still. She was already completely enclosed in that cocoon, which the hood had also become. The outfit of the faceless creature inside had a suit very similar to hers, a slightly lighter black perhaps, except for the head which was that wine red.

"What? NO, no, no, no. NO!" Black Violet complained as her delighted watching was interrupted. "Why did it stop and why did you... OH!"

Amaya now hugged herself, bent over, almost fell down but lastly stayed on her knees. At that moment Black Violet began to notice the pleasure of seemingly touching herself where Amaya was touching herself. Feeling her whole body covered with yet another layer, cradling her over the suit, making hers feel tighter and better. As if it was she herself, who was inside that cocoon. The suit she wore was moving on the inside, it was alive, and it started to do something to her.

"OH FUCK!" Black Violet exclaimed.

Her legs failed her and she fell to her knees too, and then they both writhed in pleasure. Black Violet had felt the same as the suit had begun to transform her, to rejuvenate her, but now it was more intense, even better. She felt she was close to the orgasm that would finally bring her relief, but she just couldn't reach it.

As Black Violet was lost in a her mind, flooded with pleasure, drowning in pure ecstasy, the body of the once Amaya now began to change more rapidly. Her waist began to shrink, her hips to widen and her breasts to grow. At her feet, a spike began to grow, and from the instep a bulge began to take the shape of a platform, together forming a high heeled shoe. The cocoon totally insulating Amaya until that moment, could no longer hold back the ever louder moans of pleasure.

Black Violet could almost have drowned, choked to death. The pleasure was so intense and she let herself be consumed by it, hoping to reach another orgasm, that her body forgot to breathe. However, the intense sensation of suffocation made her convulse and she could tell she was drowning, causing her to draw a deep breath. She, however, was now left again with the intense pleasure, having felt so close to falling into the abyss of absolute pleasure, which seemed to escape her before she could cum.

A malice of the suit, an intentional, addictive frustration. As long as the girl's transformation was not completed, Black Violet would not have her desired orgasm. But suddenly everything was light and radiant, hot and cold. There was no world, no gravity, no needs... only Pleasure, pure, unparalleled, eternal, addictive.

When Black Violet came to, she saw in front of her a version of herself, but with a different colored mask, wine red. While she had violet colored hair, that doppelganger had it in sexy bright wine red. Also the long gloves, stockings and shoes were that colour. Apart from these outfits they could have been twins.

"Who are you?" Black Violet said confused and stood up.

"Don't you know who I am?" the former Amaya said with an evil smile, also standing up. "I am the cruel bitch. The meanest girl in town."

"No, my dear," Black Violet said arrogantly. "I am the cruel bitch and the bully of the city!"

"No, My Mistress," the Ex-Amaya replied with a tone of great pride. "I am the cruel slut, but you... you are the cruel 'Super Mega Bitch' Black Violet, the hottest whore, the most unfaithful wife, the cruelest bully, the most villainous slut. And I AM YOURS! Because you created me to satiate your ego and your narcissism. Now, do with me whatever gives you the most pleasure!"

"Oooh," Black Violet exhaled as she heard that, feeling a wave of pleasure run through her body from her breasts to her pussy and making her shudder with excitement. The thought of creating move slaves like the one she had turned Amaya into, pushed her over the edge of another mind blowing orgasm. Her last clear thought was:

" ... SUPER MEGA BITCH ... "


to be continued...