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The Rise of Miss Hyde: Part III By Argus
Foreword
This is the final part of my Miss. Hyde story. At some point in the
future, I may put all the parts together and add a few extra bits and
modifications to create a complete version. For now though the story has
run its course and I'm looking forward to writing something else, going
in another direction.
In terms of story, this one is kinda just wrapping up loose ends and
bringing things to a conclusion. If you look at the first part as an
exploration of the physical effects of the Elixer, the second part as an
exploration of the mental changes... then the third part is meant to look
at some of the consequences of Holly's actions and add a bit of context
to the entire adventure. I hope the ending doesn't disappoint people too
much!
I hope you've enjoyed reading what is basically my first ever proper TG
story and will be looking forward to more, only in a different setting.
Thanks for your comments and opinions, they are much appreciated. I
continue to hone my skills and now have some ideas of how to do an even
better job next time!
Part 3
Malcolm Jones tossed and turned in the depths of a strange and
enthralling dream. He was in a clothing store and was floating through
the air invisibly. He passed through racks of brightly coloured clothing
and shelves of designer prints as easily as mist. Around him, sales
assistants floated back and forth on mysterious errands oblivious to his
presence. Fashionable girls browsed the shelves hungrily for a bargain,
their hunky boyfriends looking on disinterestedly as tinny music filled
the air from the large shop speakers. It was an otherwise unremarkable
scene, yet he felt an insistent tug leading him on further into the shop.
In the changing rooms, bra straps twanged and clothes rustled as women
struggled into outfits and gazed at themselves critically in the mirrors.
Malcolm found himself passing by one cubicle where a middle aged woman
was holding up two dresses to herself and frowning as she tried to
decide. Outside her husband stared at his watch, rolling his eyes in
irritation at the time his wife was taking. There was something... wrong
here. A feeling of discord, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
He began to feel the note of wrongness nearby and his attention was
swiftly drawn towards a nearby cubicle where he could hear girlish
voices. Slowly, hesitantly, he floated in through the flimsy wall. Two
schoolgirls were inside, bags of purchased clothing lying on the floor
and more to try on, hanging from the walls. High heel shoes, flirty
skirts and camisoles littered the tiny cubicle and as he moved around to
see the mirror he was surprised to recognise Hannah, from his form class.
She was a sweet and innocent eighteen year old, very shy and well
behaved. She usually wore glasses and had her honey blonde hair tied
back, but something was different about her now. She seemed to be
wearing a lot more make up than usual and her hair was down. The usually
sensible teen seemed to be breathing heavily and she had stripped down to
her underwear to gaze at herself in the mirror.
Malcolm turned his attention to the girl who was standing slightly behind
her; glossy lips at her ear as she whispered dripping poison into
Hannah's innocent mind. As Holly slid an insidious hand up to remove the
preppy girls glasses, Malcolm felt a jolt of obscene recognition as the
memories of the last few days returned to him in a flash. Suddenly he was
inside her, looking out through long lashed eyes and he realised it was
him doing these terrible things. He was like a passenger, trapped inside
Holly's amazing body. His hot young body felt good, but he couldn't
control what he was saying and doing, only feel it.
"Mmmmh, you look soooo much hotter now babe," he heard himself say in
Holly's sexy voice.
"I... I'm not sure about this," stuttered Hannah as the wicked girl
behind her rubbed close, dominating her with her dirty pheromones.
"Oooh Hannah. I promised I'd help you get that boy you wanted and I
always keep my promises. You need to let yourself go babe, give into
your primal instincts. Let me guide you... obey me and everything will
feel soooo good."
Hannah groaned as Holly rubbed against her, she was breathing heavily and
her eyes were slightly dilated as the naughty girl behind her cooed
softly and slid a hand over the good girls tight little belly. "Mmmmh,
Hannah, you have such a hot body... why have you been hiding it for so
long?" Hannah was shivering, trembling... biting her lip softly as
Holly's manicured hand slid slowly down to the waistband of her panties
and moved inside.
Groping her class mate from behind, Holly skilfully unhooked Hannah's bra
with one hand and as the lace material fell to the ground she reached out
to rub and fondle the other girls small but perfect breasts. Her other
hand was busy in Hannah's panties, tenting the material as she slid her
fingers into her warm little pussy and felt it respond and moisten
nicely. She began to work her fingers up and down, rubbing and teasing
Hannah's swelling clit as the innocent girl gasped like a slut for the
first time in her life and fell a little further into sin.
"Noooo, Holly... what are you doing?" she groaned, unable to resist as
wonderful feelings flooded through her body. She slowly leant back
against the other girl, feeling Holly's soft boobs cushioning her back as
her head rolled in pleasure.
"It feels so good to be naughty doesn't it Hannah? All your life you've
been such a shy little goody goody. But isn't it better to be a naughty
little slut like me?" Hannah whined and writhed, juices dripping out of
her wet panties as Holly's skilful fingers rubbed faster and deeper into
her yielding body. "I could have chosen one of those sluts Amber or Deven
to be my best friend, but I want you Hannah. I want to turn you into a
dirty, vain little bitch like me. It turns me on to make you into a bad
girl. Say it... say you're a bad girl."
Hannah was gasping, barely able to stand as she whimpered and groaned.
"Ooooh yess... I'm a bad girl, such a bad girl! Teach me, help me become
a slut like you. OHHHH YESSSS!" Hannah began to squeak as she orgasmed,
Holly sliding a hand over her mouth to stifle her moans and sobs, her
other hand still in her panties busy working away.
"Oooh Hannah, you're so fucking wet... I love it. You're gonna be such a
naughty babe. Now that we're such good friends, it's time you helped me
to relax a little too." Malcolm groaned, it felt sooo hot to be doing
this to Hannah, but at the same time so wrong. Holly was corrupting
everything that was good and pure about his life, she was destroying him
a piece at a time. He felt Holly slowly force Hannah down onto her knees
and slide down her own wet panties. She sighed happily as Hannah still
glowing from her own orgasm, eagerly began to lick and lap at her swollen
pussy. Hannah was hers now to mould and change into the dirty whore she
wanted her to be. It was such fun to make a good girl go bad.
"Mmmmh, I think this is gonna be the start of a beautiful relationship
Hannah..."
*** ***
"SHIT!" gasped Malcolm awakening with a start in bed again. Sweat was
dripping from his brow as he groaned and coughed in pain. He could still
feel Hannah's tongue in his pussy, the wonderful feeling that had coursed
through his body as she had licked him all over. But had it been real or
was it just another dirty dream? Try as he might he couldn't seem to
clearly remember the events since he had given into temptation and drunk
more of that damn Elixer. It was like trying to remember a childhood
memory, hazy wisps and fragments of fantasy blurring together into one.
For all he knew he could have seduced and corrupted Hannah, but hopefully
it was just another dream!
Turning on the light, he looked around his flat and gasped. There were
shopping bags everywhere. Bras and skirts lay discarded over chairs and
shoes littered the floor. Holly must have brought half of the store home
with her! Vague memories of shopping bags, a taxi and more shopping bags
floated through his confused mind as he staggered around. It looked like
she had enjoyed herself too. Sex toys lay discarded on the sofa and he
shivered as he had a sudden flash of a hand between his legs, a buzzing
dildo throbbing as he groaned and panted in ecstasy, his breasts heaving
on his chest.
Shaking his head clear of dirty thoughts he walked to the mirror and
stared at himself. He looked terrible. Sunken eyes, bruised and
blackened... lank hair, greasy complexion. By comparison Holly was
looking sexier every time he changed. She was destroying his life,
taking over... corrupting not only him, but those around him too. Why
did the thought arouse him so much? It was clear that he was now a
hopeless addict. It would only be a matter of time before he had a
craving for more Elixer... before he became her again. He was doomed!
Passing the table, Malcolm suddenly paused. Holly's handbag lay half
open on the polished wooden table top and the old diary had slipped out.
He had a sudden memory... an entry that Holly had read. Something about
a cure. His counterpart all those years ago had found himself in the
same situation, but without the right science and with time against him
he had been unable to develop the cure in time. But with a computer to
run the sums and the latest scientific equipment, he should be able to
make the cure in a couple of hours. Grinning, Malcolm grabbed his coat.
There was still hope!
*** ***
"Oh. Mr. Jones. The Principal said you were on sabbatical, what are you
doing here?" stuttered Doreen in surprise as Malcolm walked through the
front entrance of the school.
"Hey Doreen. Sorry, yeah. Errr, guess things must seem a bit odd, but I
can explain."
"Odd? You're telling me! You know, ever since that new girl started,
things have been nothing but odd. The Principal is acting most
unusually, you suddenly go on a random sabbatical and some of the
students are starting to get very rowdy! Just what is going on?"
"I can't explain it at the moment Doreen, but hopefully things will be
back to normal soon. I need to see the Principal. I hope that he's in.
I'll tell you all about it later" Walking briskly off, Malcolm reached
the Principals room and pressed the entry buzzer. He waited... but
nothing happened. "Damn it, I need to see Jason. If I explain all this
to him, he might be able to help me. It's time to come clean." He buzzed
again, but there was no answer. Finally, frustrated beyond patience, he
opened the door and walked into Linda's small side-office.
The Principals secretary was nowhere to be seen. That was odd. The
buzzer light had been flashing, but there had been no one to see it.
Thinking he heard a sudden noise from inside the Principals office, he
crept slowly up to the adjoining door. Inside Principal Ferry's office
he could hear a strange rhythmic creaking and moaning and he gingerly
opened the door a crack, a horrible suspicion already formed in his mind.
"Ooooh Jason, yess! Fuck me, please I need it. Fuck your naughty
secretary, use me!"
Malcolm gasped as he beheld Linda, stockinged legs spread wide, bent over
the wooden desk getting fucked in her ass by the Principal. Ferry was
gripping her big boobs, pushing into her so hard that her tongue was
hanging out of her mouth and her eyes bulged with each thrust. "Oooh
Jason, I love how you fuck me, my husband never makes me feel so alive!
Holly was soooo right, I thought she was just an upstart student, but
that chat I had with her the other day really opened my mind... pleasure
is all that matters, now fuck me harder!"
Turning away, Malcolm staggered into the school corridor feeling sick.
Memories returned of whispering into Linda's ear whilst she was waiting
in the office the other day. Planting suggestions and ideas into the
older woman's mind of what she'd like to do if she got the chance. Was
there nobody that his alter-ego hadn't corrupted? Looking down the
hallway he could see Deven talking to one of the boys, she had her hand
on his crotch and was rubbing it suggestively. She'd always been a slut,
but never this bad, never out in public like this. His head reeled as
everywhere his gaze fell he saw a trace of hedonistic debauchery. It was
as if Holly had changed the very fabric of the school, warped it to suit
her. His jaw dropped as one of his colleagues walked past... Miss.
Hurley. The usually demure teacher was wearing a low cut top and a tiny
skirt and she was smiling at the boys in a most familiar way. A horrible
feeling rose in the pit of his stomach as he saw Holly's fingerprints all
over the teacher, but try as he might he couldn't remember what he may
have said or done in his time as her. Yet.
"Oh my God... it the space of a few days, she's managed to manipulate and
drag nearly everyone down to her level. I can't trust any of these
debauched people, I'm totally alone. Only I can stop her. If she gets
free... if I become her, just think what she'll do to these poor
people... to the world!"
Turning down the corridor, clutching the bag containing the books he
found an empty science lab and slipped inside. Locking the door, he
began to rummage in the cupboards for the apparatus he needed and then
slipped into the preparation room. Filling his arms with chemicals, he
returned to the lab and began feverishly constructing what he needed for
his cure. He was so absorbed by his work he was totally unprepared for
what happened next.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Shit," he jumped, as a voice close to his ear suddenly spoke. He
whirled round and his mouth dropped open as he beheld the impossible.
"Nooooo! No it isn't possible, I'm dreaming again!" He pinched himself,
but to his horror he was fully awake and standing in front of him... was
Holly Hyde.
She was squeezed into a tight black corset that showed off the enticing
curves of her hourglass body. Her endless legs were encased in fishnet
stockings and she was elevated into the air and nearly his own height, by
a pair of naughty knee length leather boots. Her large boobs oozed
temptingly out of the corset and Malcolm couldn't help but wonder how
good it would feel to have it round his chest instead. Mmmh, all he had
to do was drink the Elixer to find out. He regained control and saw
Holly's sexy red lips curve into a look of mocking amusement as she stood
hands on sexy hips, her white nails stark against the darkness of her hot
outfit.
"Guess you're losing it honey, you're seeing me now even when awake."
She began to advance towards him and he backed away, bumping against a
cupboard. He could smell her perfume... it all felt so real!
"Wh...what do you want?" he stuttered.
Holly rolled her eyes. "Gawd, it's pretty obvious what I want. Your
life. I want you to stop fighting and just give in to become me. You
know you want to. Go take some more Elixer then finish the other potion
so we can destroy you entirely and become me forever!"
"No! You're evil! Look at what you've done to all these people!"
"Look at what 'we' have done you mean? You wanted to corrupt them as
much as I did. Wasn't it so fun and sexy to make them do what we wanted?
This is just the beginning, just think what we'll be able to do in the
longer term. It's gonna be such fun." Holly sighed happily as she
thought of all the wickedness to come and she purred with delight.
"Didn't it feel so hot and naughty to turn Miss. Hurely into a
nymphomaniac? Ooooh don't tell me you don't remember?"
Malcolm gasped, growing hard as memories flooded into his mind. He saw a
desk, Miss. Hurley spread out on it, her marking thrown to either side as
Holly worked a buzzing blue dildo in and out of the moaning teachers
body. Hot juices dripped between the dirty teachers thighs as she gave
into Holly completely. Two boys stood waiting hungrily, their eyes
dilated and under Holly's control as they waited for her to complete her
warm up of the compliant new teacher and allow them to get to work.
"Mmmmh, that's right Malcolm... I was a busy little girl, but then this
time I had even longer. Each time we change, it's for longer and longer.
But with the help of the new potion we can skip out this long drawn out
process forever. Wouldn't that be nice? Don't you just wanna be me
forever?"
"You're right. I do want to become you and give in and it does feel good
to do all these naughty things," gasped Malcolm. "But at the same time,
I know it's wrong and I've still enough self control left to last me
until the antidote is complete."
"Sigh.... I had a feeling you were gonna say that. Oh well, we can
always do this the difficult way then." Balling her small hand into a
fist Holly swung it straight at his head. He didn't even try to defend
himself, after all she was just a hallucination. Too late did he realise
that to his mind, there wasn't much of a difference as the blow connected
and he felt himself fall into unconsciousness.
"Damn, I am such a knock-out," was the last thing he heard as Holly
giggled wickedly.
**** ***
"Mr. Jones. Mr. Jones are you okay?"
"Uuuuggghhh," groaned Malcolm, his head spinning as he tried to sit up
and winced. His head was resting on something soft and fragrant and as
his vision swam into focus, he saw Hannah's concerned face hovering above
him. She had his head on her warm lap and was stroking it gently with
her hands.
"Oh thank goodness. When I found you lying here with the lights off, I
thought you'd had a stroke or something. You were out cold Mr. Jones!"
"Hannah..." groaned Malcolm gripping her wrist feverishly, "Holly. Have
you ever met Holly? Tell me quickly!" The girl looked confused.
"She... she's that new girl isn't she? I don't know why you'd mention
her, I think I've only seen her once. You must be delirious or
something. Here, drink this water... it will make you feel better."
Malcolm sipped gratefully at the water that Hannah proffered to his
mouth. He gulped it down, then paused. It had a faint after taste... a
taste of lust and sex and desire. When he held it up to the light he saw
a faint pink tinge to it. "No! What have you done?"
Laughing Hannah pushed his head away roughly and stood up. Throwing her
glasses to one side, she loosened her tie and popped open her blouse to
reveal her tits in a push up bra. "Mmmm, that's better. Damn, Holly was
right, you fell for it completely! She told me exactly what to do last
night and soon she'll be back in control of you again. She said to come
check the science labs every few hours, that you would probably sneak in
here to try and create an antidote. She gave me this water to give to
you... I couldn't believe my luck when I came in to find you unconscious.
You made my job sooooo easy."
"Noooooo," groaned Malcolm doubling up as pins and needles throbbed
across his skin and he felt his fingernails begin to lengthen. The
changes felt slower this time, less insistent and he began to realise
that the diluted Elixer in the water was taking longer to affect him.
"Why are you doing this Hannah?"
Hannah giggled. "Because Holly wanted me to. Because it's fun! Because
I think I love her. I'd do anything she wanted to. She told me all
about the Elixer, commanded me to set her free. She's so clever and
gorgeous. Now why don't we have some fun whilst the changes complete
themselves?"
She advanced towards him, her lustful desires clear, but with a sudden
growl he pushed past Hannah and staggered out into the corridor.
"Where are you going?" she called longingly. "Wait here and give into the
changes. Let me pleasure you as your body changes! Noooo come back!"
Ignoring her Malcolm dashed down the corridors and burst out of school.
He ran into the street, his trousers starting to slide down his legs,
making it hard to run. His hair was lengthening now, but he was fighting
the changes, trying to resist. He had one final idea... there was one
person who might be able to help him. Maybe she would be able to lock
Holly up and then complete the antidote for him in time.
It didn't take that long to reach the antique shop, but by the time he
arrived he was nearly half female. It was easier to resist the wonderful
changes when he was focused on something else, and he tried to keep his
mind on the task at hand and ignore the pleasurable feelings growing in
his chest as he burst into the empty shop, causing Dawn Merryweather to
look up in surprise.
"Dawn," he groaned, "you have to help me, you have to lock me away or do
something. I'm turning into a woman... a girl called Holly and it feels
sooo good. There isn't much time... let me explain."
His voice dropped and faltered as Dawn began to laugh. Moving round the
counter she walked to the door and locked it with a snick, a sly smile on
her face.
"Well, I was wondering how long it would be before you came here again?
I'm soooo glad to see my plan has worked perfectly."
Malcolm groaned, his bones cracking and his skin softening as he looked
up in shock and confusion at the elderly shopkeeper. "Dawn, please, there
isn't much time! What are you talking about? What plan?"
"Did you enjoy reading my diary Malcolm? Didn't you ever wonder what had
happened to the original Miss. Hyde, the one from nearly a century ago?
Well... you're looking at her..."
For a moment, Malcolm forget the changes instead his head just reeled in
shocked amazement. This had to be some mistake, this was crazy!
"Nearly a century ago, I was a prominent scientist and a writer,"
continued Dawn, "Inspired by 'Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde' I tried to create
an Elixir of life. But all I created was the 'Elixer', an impure version
which released all of my dirtiest fantasies and turned me into a
beautiful woman. As you have read and now know very well, I slowly bit
by bit took over my old male life until he ceased to exist and there was
only me. To my enjoyment and delight I discovered that the Elixer had
given me an extended lifespan and eternal beauty... well so I thought.
For eighty years I lived in the body of a eighteen year old, indulging
every pleasure... free from disease, or age and able to control others
and corrupt them to my will."
"Then about twenty years ago, I began to age. To my horror I began to
wither, my beauty and my powers fading. I tried everything! No matter
how many doses of the Elixer I took, I remained as I am. No matter what
variations I tried it was to no avail. True immortality was beyond my
reach and in the manner of all living creatures, I realised that to truly
live for ever I would have to reproduce."
"But I wasn't interested in just having a child... no! I wanted to pass
the mantle onto another. I created this antique shop, filled it with the
various curiosities and items I'd collected over a life time and waited
for the right person to come along. You Malcolm... I chose you. Once I
was sure, I simply left the right books in the box, knowing you'd read
them and become tempted. When I met Holly for the first time the other
day, I was pleased... so very pleased to see you'd become such a fine
young slut."
"Noooo!" gasped Malcolm, his body burning as his breasts began to swell
and grow. He couldn't believe this! Not from Dawn. The old woman
cackled as she saw the look of horror in his eyes as she reached under
the counter and pulled out a small vial of liquid.
"Behold Malcolm! The potion that will trap you as Holly forever. In a
few moments I'll give it to her and my true heir will be released. He
tried to fight as he felt his face begin to change... he tried to resist
as he felt Holly begin to surface in his mind, but it was too late... far
too late.
"The rise of Miss. Hyde is complete," laughed Dawn as she watched the hot
girl on the floor begin to play with herself and she uncorked the potion
bottle and advanced. As she poured the potion between Holly's sexy lips,
the girl convulsed with pleasure screaming in lustful joy as she became
Holly Hyde forever and her domination of Malcolm was complete...
"Mmmmh, now it's time for some real fun," she giggled...
*** ***
Stepping out of the fast travel unit, Nylo disconnected his mindstem from
the thoughtweb and walked into the old antique shop in front of him. When
he came here, he liked to disconnect from the thought collective and go
off-line. Unlike many of his friends, he had a fascination for the past,
with it's uncomfortable and unwieldy objects. He idly picked up an
oblong object, called a 'mobile phone' and hummed with amusement. How
primitive, but then some of this old stuff was starting to come into
fashion.
"Can I help you at all?" came a soft voice and he turned to see the kind
old lady who ran the shop, Holly Merrywell standing at the counter.
"I've actually got something very very rare you might be interested in.
It's a book and I'm sure that you're just gonna absolutely love it..."
THE END
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