"We cannot stand by as our communities are infected with this filth! Think of the children, people. Think of the children!" Angela continued her sermon against Passion Parties, totally unaware that her stepdaughter was quickly looking up some sexy fun magic in a book of spells. Dawn thought that the ice queen could use a little defrosting with which to start. Angela was too much of a prude. Dawn was going to change that. A sexy and slutty makeover was just what the doctor ordered - well, if the doctor had an M.D. in making prudish MILFs into sex bombs.
Dawn figured that if Angela looked like a slut but didn't engage in slutty behaviors, that would make her stepmother a bit of a poseur. "We definitely can't have that!" Dawn mused to herself. Angela would need to be broken down into a dirty little slutbag. Indiscreetly flipping through the pages, Dawn found the spell she had been looking for. "Orgazmus Creamus," Dawn uttered the words under her breath.
"And look here! Young women can by tubes of lube!" Angela was clearly getting fired up. "Such things go against the laws of nature...and...they..." The prude began to struggle with finishing her sentence. "Excuse me," she apologized. "I just...get...passionate about...our...youth's moral well-being." Her face was starting to become flustered. A few whispers went through the small crowd. They were unaware that their leader of family values was secretly - and inexplicably - becoming aroused.
"Anyways...where were we?" Angela again tried to gain composure. "Oh yes, our young women...are...Oooohhh!" Angela let out a clearly audible moan. Dawn was ratcheting up her magic's intensity.
The whispers became louder. One of the women spoke up, "Angela, are you alright?" Angela shifted her legs and her mouth parted into an O shape when she felt that her inner-thighs had become quite wet. The woman's Skeene's glands were working overtime. The orgasm building inside Angela belied the faux conservative chastity she was attempting to present to the group of women.
"I'm alright, Jan. Thanks...for - uh - asking. Now...we need to take direct action against...Ooooh!" This time, Angela buckled at the knees and fell forward, slamming her hands on the table. She was in Dawn's magical grasp. Angela's stepdaughter finally gave the mystical mind fucking its full effect. Angela's puritan vag exploded in a full, shameful climax. In a matter of moments, her Victorian legs became defouled with her slutty muff nectar running down from underneath her skirt. The attention of the other women was too focused on Angela heaving over top the table to notice that she had just creamed herself in the middle of her sex toy tirade.
Dawn was pleased with Angela's little demonstration. Now, Angela was ready for her makeover. As soon as the MILF began to push herself up from over the table, a few of the other women's water bottles lifted. Commotion began all through the conference room with women screaming at the levitation. With a wave of her hand, Dawn pulled Angela back by her hair, causing the babe to stare up at the ceiling. The water bottles hovered over Angela, their caps unscrewing. The containers then tipped over, dousing the prude's forehead and locks. Dawn then caused Angela to yank up. Her formerly prim and proper hair doo was now wet and messy. Angela's eyes shot upward with her mouth parted on the left side. She clearly did not understand the forces that were messing with her.
The emptied bottles fell to the floor, and a pair of shears that were used to help make church bulletins arose from the table. It ominously floated towards the MILF. Angela slowly backed up, the excess water falling from her hair onto her shoulders. However, she soon ran out of space, and Angela was backed up against the wall. She attempted to move left, but just ended up in the corner of the room. The scissors continued in their levitated pursuit.
Angela watched in horror as the shears floated down to the bottom of her dark skirt. She had not even noticed she had dropped the catalog on the floor which she had previously been giving reference. The clippers' mouth opened wide and devoured the hemline. The scissors slowly worked their way up, leaving behind a giant slit in the front of Angela's skirt as she covered her mouth in fear. As soon as the snippers got to about the location where Angela's inner-thighs flowed into her crotch, they turned horizontal and began clipping around the circumference of her pencil skirt. Angela grimaced as she felt the cool steel against her flesh. The bottom half of the skirt loosely hung from the top. With the final closing movement, the scissors removed the lower portion of the skirt from the top, leaving Angela in a makeshift mini-skirt. Her white garters were on view for all of the world to see as they reached down to her stalkings. Angela knew that if she moved too much, her pantied crotch would be clearly visible under the new ragged hemline of her bottom. Of course, her thighs were now visibly wet from the orgasmic sexcapades she had just recently experienced.
The scissors floated away, and dawn waved her hands, placing a strain on the shoulder seems of Angela's blouse. Angela's slutification continued as the sleeves ripped from their shoulders and pulled off of her arms, leaving her blouse sleaveless, making her look like some simple country floozy. The bottom of her blouse came untucked from her pseudo-mini skirt, the buttons snapping open across her stomach. Dawn then caused the bottom of the blouse to tie in slutty little knot just below her bust line.
The top buttons covering the MILF's chest then popped open, revealing Angela's luscious tits in a reasonable beige, 3-piece cup bra. Angela whimpered as she looked down at her exposed chests. The cups began turning translucent at the edges, taking on the appearance of French lace. The brassiere began to become discolored, the beige giving way to grey, as if the coloring were being sucked from its fabric. Soon, the cups turned a satiny black - the type of black that a slut would have no problem showing. The MILF then gasped and she felt movement across her crotch. She knew full well that the magic had seeped into her panties as well. She didn't need anyone to tell her that her briefs were being shrunk under her skirt into a pair of black, lacy bikini panties. The fabric further teased her most sensual spot.
Compacts and make-up kits rose from out of women's purses and drifted over to Angela's meek face. Blush was liberally applied to her cheeks by an invisible cosmetologist. Despite Angela trying to turn her face away, fire engine red lipstick was applied, and dark eye shadow saturated her lids. Angela was truly looking like a proper slut - the type who begged to be bent over and taken hard by whatever unsavory cock came her way. Her makeover was truly complete: exposed rack, whorish makeup, wet hair, wet panties, and all.
Now, Dawn decides to...
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