CYNTHIA AND THE 'DARK-VIOLET' CATSUIT (6)

IMPORTANT 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 6

Amaya came home early because she had been temporarily expelled from school. Her teacher had discovered her bullying and humiliating another female classmate. Using for the prank one of her several layed off boyfriends, who had let himself be manipulated by her. And thanks to her arrogance, and to the fact that her teacher managed to confiscate her cell phone before she could delete the video, or worse spread it on the net, she did not get away with it as usual. As a result the principal had handed her a letter of expulsion from her High-School for five school days.

She had not yet fully rehearsed the version of events she was going to tell her mother, when, as she walked through the door, she began to hear sighing and moaning. At first she thought that her mother was with another of her lovers and perhaps had used some liqueur or other, to take advantage of him, pretending to be a divorced mother in need and feeling abandoned.

She was about to go up to her room when she saw that a young woman was standing alone in the living room of the house. Puzzled and curious, she couldn't help but approach. She heard her speak, and her hypnotic and sensual voice attracted her even more... She didn't know why, but she found it so sexualy intriguing and attractive, that her curiosity turned into a strong desire to know who that young woman with purple hair was. A gorgeous woman with a porn actress body, wearing a black latex suit, with purple gloves and boots, and who was finishing adjusting a boot.

"Mmmmm, this city doesn't know what's in store for it," Amaya heard her say, as she picked up and wrapped a golden belt around her waist. "With the power I have thanks to this suit... the High-School won't be enough for Black Violet."

"Who is this Black Violet?" Amaya wondered, staring at the shaped body before her, feeling deeply envious. That young woman, who was growling in anger, had such a juicy ass, such a narrow waist, such big and well lifted breasts that everything could only be fake. Amaya cursed under her breath, since her hypocritical mother still wouldn't let her have any cosmetic surgeries.

Then Black Violet laughed, and Amaya could see her face for the first time. Enough to recognize that face. She saw it every day, every morning, every time she went up or down the stairs of the house. It could not be possible. So strong was her impression that Amaya didn't notice she said the nickname for her mother out loud.

"MAMY?" she said in shock.

Then Amaya saw her turn around at an inhuman speed, showing all of that figure.

"Amaya?" Black Violet answered when she saw her.

They both looked at each other in surprise. Amaya was stunned. How was it possible? How could her mother be young again? How could she have that body? These and other questions began to pile up inside her head. Black Violet for her part, upon seeing the young woman felt a moment of confusion, but quickly recognized her.

“It's Amaya my... NO, I don't have a daughter... Black Violet doesn't have any... 'Pu-Aaaj' (sound of disgust) ... daughters...” she thought. Then an idea startled her and to her malevolent mind came the image of the hood.

"Mommy... What happened to you?" Amaya began to say, approaching confidently, but with a worried and surprised face.

Black Violet was going to jump on her, force her down and put the hood on her... But it would be so much more fun to make her put on the hood by herself.

"Flea," she said as Cynthia always used to say to Amaya, with an air of superiority, rather than of affection or love. With a voice that was energetic, vibrant, feminine and youthful. "I put on a hood like this, and I don't know how, but it spread all over my body, transforming into this suit and then, Mmmm, transforming me... YES!, giving me these curves... and by the gods... you can't imagine how it feels... so young, so powerful, so hot... things that a girl like you will never have and thanks to this hood now I can do and have everything I want."

Amaya looked at the hood her mother was showing her and then looked at her mother. “... I can do and have whatever I want...” she repeated to herself like an echo in her head as envy continued to grow in her. And she thought, that was what, looking towards the hood, she truly deserved. She was sick of her mother's selfishness, as she was on her way to becoming a bully like her mother had been. Of having to enjoy only the crumbs of the money her father passed on to her. Of always hearing that she would never be like her from her mother. She was sure that her mother must have spent a lot of money to get that hood, money that was rightly hers.

In an immature impulse, Amaya, without thinking twice, took the hood from her mother's hands and quickly put it on. The magic was not long in coming and the hood closed and shrunk around Amaya's head, trapping her inside. The collar of the hood not only closed around her neck, further sealing it and preventing her from being able to remove it, but it also began to extend under Amaya's clothing.

As Black Violet looked at Amaya she felt that her pussy was totally engorged with juices, leaking out of her. Watching as her once beloved daughter changed, seeing her as a fool, who let herself be easily fooled, perhaps too easily, with no fight to enjoy. But that did not take away the excitement nor deprive her of the new, even better, agitation she felt watching as her daughter, belatedly realizing the trap, began to try to scream and remove the hood.

"Gods... I must be a really bad Slut!" she said putting a purr to her voice, biting her lip and unable to help herself started to stroke herself lasciviously. "This has made me so horny!"

Then something happened... Black Violet felt a connection... it was as if... something was coming to her from Amaya... she didn't know what it was, but the more she felt it, the more it made her feel really good, she not only felt young physically, but also psychologically. It was not knowledge, not desires, not even ideas. It was something worse! She felt she was losing her mental maturity, besides, the little responsibility she had left, and also her way of controlling her emotions became chaotic, selfish, arrogant, craving for adulation and respect.

In short, she simply became completely and irreversibly immature.

"Oh gods! YES!" she said putting on a triumphant pose. "More! Give me MORE..."


to be continued...