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Comm30 - Raven and Starfire Role Reversal
🕑 Added 2023-04-17 17:17:37 +0000 UTC[Contains transformation, bimbofication, identity swap/identity death, hypnosis/mind alteration, and corruption. Features the adult versions of the DC superheroes Starfire and Raven.]
“Cheer up, Raven! The mall of shopping is fun, and we will be having a good time together!” Starfire cheerily chimed to her gloomy friend.
“‘Fun’ is the last word I would use to describe it…” Raven mumbled.
“But surely you must enjoy the Hall-of-Ween!”
“It’s Halloween, and no, I don’t.”
“If you are not liking the Hall-of-Ween, then why did you agree to acquire fun costumes with me?” Starfire asked.
“To get you to stop asking me to.” Raven responded monotonously.
“Oh Raven, don’t be such a glorbnorf! The Hall-of-Ween is the most fun of Earth traditions!”
Starfire floated along gleefully with Raven in tow, eventually making it to the costume store in the mall. The sign on the door said open, but to their confusion, the interior was completely empty - no other customers, no employees, and not a single costume among the empty racks.
"Um, Raven, where are the costumes?" Starfire asked.
"Sold out, I guess. Now let's get out of here before we get jump-scared…"
"Oh… Alright, I suppose…" The alien girl said disappointedly.
Before the pair could reach the exit, a robotic-sounding voice spoke from the store's PA system speakers. "Welcome to the galaxy's best one-stop costume shop!"
"Oh great, just what we needed, an excuse to stay here longer(!)" Raven sighed sarcastically.
"Please use the terminals outside the changing rooms and we'll be happy to serve you." The voice said.
Back to her chipper self, Starfire grabbed Raven's hand and rushed to the changing rooms. "Come, Raven! We will find you the Hall-of-Weeniest costume ever!"
Once they found the terminals, the voice spoke through their individual speakers. "Please input a brief description of the costumes you would like."
"Hmm… I do not actually know what costume I would like…" Starfire scratched her chin for a moment. "Oh! I know! I will dress up as my best friend Raven!"
She typed ‘demon witch’ into her computer terminal.
“Of course you would choose me as a costume…” Raven mused dully. “Well, I may as well make us a pair.”
Raven in turn typed ‘dumb alien’ into her computer terminal.
“Excellent choices! Now, please step into your designated changing rooms while we create your costumes!” The computer said.
The women entered their changing rooms and slid flimsy curtains across the open doorway. Then, a set of mechanised doors created an air-tight seal when they automatically - and unexpectedly - shut themselves.
“Ooh, I am already filled with excitement!” Starfire said inside her rather soundproof booth.
A low hum played from the rooms’ speakers which grew into a soothing purr as the computer activated monitors ahead of the customers. A pair of suction cups on a wire dropped from above and sealed themselves onto the ladies’ heads. Starfire remained cheerily curious, but Raven already knew something was amiss.
“What!? Let me out you creepy robot!” The witch demanded, then began tugging on the suction cups.
“Do not resist. This is a normal procedure.” The computer insisted.
To her horror, Raven discovered she was unable to use her magic inside the changing room or open the door. She could only manage to bang on the walls a few times before a clamp descended from the ceiling, grabbed her head, and spun her to face the monitor in her booth. A gentle, pink spiral swirled on the screen along with two words: ‘Dumb Alien’.
Meanwhile, Starfire was still a willing participant, and was staring at her own monitor without the need for head clamps. Her screen also swirled hypnotically, but featured the words ‘Demon Witch’.
“Wh-what’s… happening? Why is this so captivating? N-no! I can’t look!” Raven averted her gaze, but couldn’t peel her eyes away for long after getting such a tantalising look at the pretty spiral. “Starfire, don’t l-look at the screen!” She shouted, but her words couldn’t reach her friend.
“Ooh, Earth has such wonderfully mysterious entertainment!” Starfire commented obliviously.
The words on their monitors then changed to new ones. A second later, they changed again, and again. The hum from the speakers became a soothing, rhythmic ambience that pulsed in time with each change of hypnotic phrases.
In Raven’s booth:
>Dumb Alien<
>You are an Unearthly Slut<
>You have Big Boobs<
>Thinking is Hard<
>Your Thighs are Thick<
>You are a Horny Bimbo<
>You have a Plump Ass<
>Thinking feels so Wrong<
In Starfire’s booth:
>Demon Witch<
>You are a Slutty Spellcaster<
>You have Massive Boobs<
>Darkness feels so Good<
>Your Thighs are Thick<
>You are a Powerful Succubus<
>You have a Killer Ass<
>Darkness feels so Right<
“What’s-!? Nnng, wh-what’s happening to me!?” Raven groaned, clutching her head. “Why do those words burn!? They’re searing… into my mind!?”
“Oooooh, this is feeling nice…” Starfire began to drool a little, giving no resistance to the corruptive computer program.
“Have-! To stop-! L-looking!!” Raven struggled.
Once both women were glued to their screens, an articulated mechanical arm in each booth injected them with specially-formulated body modification serums. Neither hero was aware of their injections, merely that their bodies suddenly surged with warmth and excitement. The next thing they felt was a weird itchiness on their heads as their hair seemingly grew subtly longer.
In Raven’s booth:
>Your home is Far Away<
>You are a Dumb Alien<
>You have Sensitive Titties<
>Thinking is Pointless<
>Your Alien Pussy is Always Wet<
>No need for Smarts<
>Your Name is Sunsparkle<
>Can’t stop Craving Sex<
In Starfire’s booth:
>The Horns on your Head feel so Right<
>You are a Demon Witch<
>You have a Sexy Spaded Tail<
>Corruption is Hot<
>You love your Magical, Demonic Body<
>All Eyes must be on You<
>Your Name is Crow<
>You live to Seduce and Please<
After a moment, more robotic arms appeared and began stripping their clothes away. Once the customers were naked the first part of their transformation had occurred - their hair had turned into wigs! The arms carefully lifted their old hair off the ladies’ heads, freeing the newly-grown hair underneath. Raven’s medium length purple hair had been replaced with long, fiery red hair, while Starfire’s natural red locks had been replaced by a violet-black bob.
With their undivided attention reinforced by the first stage of hypnosis, the computer began to pick up the pace. The words appearing on screen gradually started to increase in frequency, as did the corresponding audio pulses.
In Raven’s booth:
>Your head is filled with Horny Instincts<
>You feel so Empty<
>Others will Think for You<
>You need to Feel Full<
>Your Mind is Useless<
>You need to be Filled<
In Starfire’s booth:
>Magic courses Through your Veins<
>Mortals must Succumb to You<
>Forbidden Knowledge is Within You<
>You Crave Mortal Pleasure<
>Your Lust cannot be Sated Forever<
>You must acquire Mortal Thralls to Command and Please<
“G-get out of my head! I’m not actually a dumb alien!! I’m R-! I’m R-Rav-!! Rrrkle… S-Sunsparkle!? N-no, that’s not my name! Why c-can’t I say my own name!?” Sunsparkle stammered as her name was stolen and replaced. “I’m not dumb! I wouldn’t be dumb enough to forget m-my own name! R-right…?”
“This is feeling very strange… I… I feel… different? Like a Blargwarder… But I’ve always been a sexy demon… right? Then where’s my tail? And where are my horns!? Why am I feeling panic!? I am not having h-horns… Horns… Horny… Nnng, I’d look so good… w-with horns being on my head? But I am not a demon, I am S-Star… I am… I-I’m Crow…?” Crow rambled, beginning to grasp English as if it were her first language. No… Now, it truly was her first - and only - language.
In Sunsparkle’s booth:
>Your Name is Sunsparkle<
>You Feel so Empty<
>Your Voice is Sexy<
>Empty feels Wrong<
>Your Mind is full of Nothing but Lust<
>Empty is Bad<
>Good Girl<
>You don’t like being Bad<
>You are a Dumb Alien<
>Humans are Confusing<
>Breed with Humans<
>Humans are Sexy<
In Crow’s booth:
>Your Name is Crow<
>You feel so Alluring<
>You are Powerful<
>Seduction is Power<
>Power is Sexy<
>Others must Lust for You<
>Your Magic is Power<
>You will Make others Lust for You<
>You are a Demon Witch<
>Your Thralls are your Power<
>Burning Lust<
>Your Power is your Everything<
“What am I d-doing here…?” Sunsparkle murmured. “Who… am I? I feel s-so empty… Nnng, and so, like, horny…”
"Mhmm hmm hmm~" Crow giggled softly. "Thralls… Power… Lust… I need it? I… I'm sexy, so why don't I feel sexy? Why can't I l-look away…?"
Their hypnosis session wasn’t just rewriting their minds, but also bending reality itself. Raven and Starfire’s pasts were infected by the costume creation and permanently altered - replaced entirely by the pasts of Sunsparkle and Crow. Any trace of their old lives no longer existed beyond the walls of the sinister costume shop.
By now, the serum had permeated through every part of the subjects' bodies and was reconfiguring their physical forms.
Sunsparkle was gaining inhuman physiology, some of which Starfire never had. Two thin antennae sprouted through her thick hair, granting her the ability to sense arousal in other beings. Despite being separated by a thick, airtight wall, Sunsparkle was able to feel Crow's lust. The alien's pale skin ws shifting to a greener hue while her whole body grew softer and more flexible.
Meanwhile, Crow's body felt as though it was on fire. Her outsides practically burst into flames as patches of ghostly pale skin replaced her otherworldly green hue. Her fingernails grew to resemble talons, the whites of her eyes became black, and her tongue lengthened and gained a forked tip. Pressure mounted in the spellcaster's forehead, upper back, and tailbone until it felt as though her skeleton would break free of its fleshy prison. Soon enough, two thin horns pushed out of her head and curled back. Next were a pair of tiny wings that wouldn't stay tiny for long, and a spaded tail sprouting from just above her ass.
"Th-this is… wrong… c-can't think…" Sunsparkle struggled to even form sentences. Her mind was too captivated by the hypnotic messaging and strange transformation sensations in her body. "Memories don't m-make any, like, sense…"
"Something's fading… a whole other life… in my head… it's vanishing…" Crow dizzily held her head.
As their rewritten histories caught up with them, their memories rapidly distorted and morphed into new ones. Raven's reclusive life of magic became Sunsparkle's extraterrestrial life obsessing over sexy humans. Starfire's cheery life out of place on a foreign planet became Crow's life of perma-lust as a sex demon who corrupts the lives of mortals.
By now, a new phrase and its corresponding audio pulse played out at a rate of four per second - that is, until it rapidly decelerated back to once per second, ready to slowly speed up again in a cyclic manner.
In Sunsparkle’s booth:
>Your Alien Pussy needs Cock<
>Being Filled with Seed is Hot<
>Your Alien Mouth needs Cock<
>Being Filled with Seed is Satisfying<
>Your Alien Asshole needs Cock<
>You are just a Spacey Cumdumpster<
In Crow’s booth:
>Your Thralls Need You<
>Brand your Succubus Crest on their Bodies<
>Your Thralls Love You<
>Claim their Mortal Forms and their Souls<
>Your Thralls Lust for You<
>Make them all Your Own<
“C-Cock… Nnng, I feel so, like… empty…” Sunsparkle moaned, moving a hand down to her dripping pussy. “Come… Give me your come… Fill me up…”
“My… succubus crest…” In her mind’s eye, Crow could see a violet symbol: a heart adorned with horns, wings, and a spaded tail. It was her own personal succubus crest, and she knew it belonged forever on the pubic regions of her many thralls. “Mmm, take my crest… take my love… Mhmm hmm hmm~”
Now, articulated tubes appeared which were fitted with rather phallic nozzles. Both women were gently inserted with the cock-like nozzles: first into their vaginas; then into their nipples; next, into their mouths; and finally, into their rectums. With everything in place, the computer signalled to pump a warm, mysterious goo into its hypnotised and rewritten customers.
"NNNG! NNNG! MMM!~"
"URGH! MMPH! MMMMM!!"
Sunsparkle and Crow moaned muffled gurgles of ecstasy as their bodies were filled up with a transformative substance to add mass in all the right places: their breasts expanded beyond normal sizes; their glutes firmed up to give them tight, luscious bubble butts; their thighs swelled and their muscles strengthened, giving them sexy legs that could crush melons; and lastly, their lips plumped up and gained a nice, permanent, glossy shine.
As more of the corruptive substance merged with her, Sunsparkle’s tongue hollowed out and its tip gained a new hole. She instinctively slid her new alien tongue over the phallic nozzle like a sleeve as if she’d done so to countless cocks before. With the nozzle secure, her tongue squeezed and milked it for all its sweet, gooey goodness.
In Sunsparkle’s booth:
>You Feel so Full<
>Your Name is Sunsparkle<
>You Feel Complete<
>Your Pussy is Dripping Wildly<
>You Feel Perfect<
>Your Tongue can Milk so much Seed<
>You are a Dumb Alien<
>Your Tongue Needs to Milk so much Seed<
In Crow’s booth:
>You Feel so Powerful<
>Your Name is Crow<
>You Feel in Control<
>Your Pussy is Squirting Madly<
>You Feel Devilishly Good<
>Mortal Seed is Magical<
>You are a Demon Witch<
>Mortal Seed must be Yours<
Before the pair could wrap their minds around the intense pleasure, the nozzles all gently withdrew from their bodies. Now, all that was left was to fit them with some clothes and to finish off their mental rewrite. The robotic arms then reappeared with freshly fabricated outfits.
Crow’s attire was made entirely of shiny violet-black rubber. An undersized thong was first to slide on her body, followed soon by a tight choker around her neck. Her limbs were lifted so stockings and matching opera gloves could be pulled over them. Next was a garter belt which was fastened to her stockings by the mechanical arms and a pair of high-heeled booties. Finally, a barely-adequate tube top stretched over Crow’s massive titties, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.
The first article of clothing placed on Sunsparkle’s body was a sparkly silver and black bodysuit made of an alien material akin to spandex. Featured on it were a few notable features: an arrow on the stomach pointing to its crotch, labelled with the words “Insert Here”; a pair of conic extensions acting vaguely as decorative shoulder guards; and a tiny little skirt that didn’t even cover her crotch entirely. Next, black leather knee boots and matching gloves were slid over her lithe appendages. Lastly, the arms added a silver headband - which snugly fit the form of her twin antennae - that was made of the same spandex-like material as the bodysuit.
In Sunsparkle’s booth:
>Your Name is Sunsparkle<
>You are a Dumb Alien<
>Thank You for your Patronage<
In Crow’s booth:
>Your Name is Crow<
>You are a Demon Witch<
>Thank You for your Patronage<
At that, the screen suddenly flicked off, the ambient sounds ceased, and the suction cups wired to their heads were plucked off. A loud PSSSHHH sound signalled that the room had been depressurised and the doors had opened. After a moment where she returned to her senses, Crow slid aside the curtain blocking the exit and stepped out of her booth.
“See? This place still doesn’t have any costumes…” Crow muttered.
“They could be hiding!” Sunsparkle chimed.
“Let’s go, I’m not wasting any more time in here.”
“Oh, ok!”
Crow waited for a moment, but Sunsparkle remained in her booth.
“...Sparkles? I’m waiting.” Crow sighed impatiently.
“I, um, can’t like, find the way out…”
After rolling her eyes, Crow pulled back the curtain to Sunsparkle’s booth.
“Oh! There’s the way out! Hee hee!” Sunsparkle giggled.
“Mmm, look at you~” Crow cooed seductively once she set eyes on her alien friend. “It’s almost as if I’m seeing you or the first time~”
“Wowwy! Your boobs big! Hee hee!”
“You say that every time you look at me, you bimbo.”
“What’s a bimbo again?” Sunsparkle asked genuinely.
“Someone like you.” Crow said, then cocked her head. “Wait a minute… You’re not my thrall yet…”
“Ooh! I’ll be your thrall!” Sunsparkle said enthusiastically. “What’s a thrall?”
“In a moment, someone like you~”
Crow slid one hand down Sunsparkle’s soft tummy and groped one of her huge breasts with the other. Once the former hand reached Sunsparkler’s nether regions, Crow drew her succubus crest on the alien’s pubic region with her fingertip.
“Do you accept your place, bound to my life force, subservient to me for all time?” Crow asked, causing her eyes to glow red.
“Yeah!” Sunsparkle confirmed.
With that, the demon witch’s succubus crest was magically tattooed onto Sunsparkle’s body, solidifying their unholy contract.
“Ah!! Nnng, th-that feels, like, so good!” Sunsparkle gasped as she felt underworldly power sear into her skin.
“That’s a good girl~” Crow whispered, then pulled her newest thrall in for a sensual kiss.
By now, both women’s vulvas were soaking wet and aching for satisfaction. They each took a deep breath and stared into each other for a moment.
“You’ve always been my favourite…” The succubus breathed. “...and now, you’re my favourite thrall~”
“Yay! I like being your favy-rite!”
“You’re not just any thrall… You’re not just one of those boot-kissers and tent-pitchers… You’re my sweet Sparkles!” Crow winked. “You’re going to help me seduce those foolish, sexy mortals. Together, we’ll take them all~”
“I get to be with you, like, all the time!?” Sunsparkle asked in awe.
“Mhmm hmm hmm, of course~” Crow gently cupped her favourite thrall’s face in her hand. “Now come, the night is still young. We have lots of fun ahead of us yet~”
Once the freshly transformed women left the costume shop, a pair of mechanical arms emerged from behind the scenes, each carrying an outfit to place on an empty rack. Sealed in plastic were an alien’s costume labelled “Starfire” and a witch’s costume labelled “Raven”. The shop then teleported away to some far-flung locale in search of more costumes to fill its many empty racks…
