Brat App
Ugh why did Mom have to marry the Dad of that bitch Alison?! As if being bullied at school isn’t enough now I have to get it at home too? I guess it’s not all bad though because I was able to hack into Alison’s phone and invite myself onto the exclusive ‘Brat App’ that Alison and her friends are all on. No idea what it is but with any luck I’ll find out some dirt on Alison to get her finally expelled so I can have some peace.
Hmmm this just looks to be some sort of social status game with challenges built on top. Every challenge has a ‘Brat’ value associated with it. So the more challenges a person does the higher up the leaderboard they climb and the higher up the rank. No big shock that Alison is sitting at the top as a level 10! Which gives her the rank of ‘Brat Queen’ which appropriate. By my calculations that would be…. nearly 10,000 points! Wow she must be addicted to this game. Looks like I got 1,000 bonus just for signing up and I can spend it on my little avatar of myself. Let’s see what I can buy. Sure why not, let’s improve her eyesight.…
Holy crap what just happened? My body feels all tingly and different. My glasses are making my eyes blurry. Did… did this app just cure my eyesight? This is unbelievable! What else can it do… more athletic, long nails, thick hair, big boobs, perfect posture. It makes sense now! All these challenges are real life challenges! This is how Alison is the hottest most feared girl in school! Ok new plan, if I raise the ranks of this app, and surpass Alison’s score then she’ll have to listen to me and become nicer. How hard could it be? I’m already at level one after all and these challenges don’t seem that difficult….
Bold makeup. Check. Revealing dress. Check. And that’s net me… let’s see here. 50 points? At this rate I’ll finish college before I have enough points! I need more bigger ticket items. Let me redeem these pathetic points at least. Mmmm nothing changed but it did give me a nice little tingle. Ok for 1000 points I need to… send some nudes?! Absolutely not! Alison hasn’t even done that! For another 1000 I need to suck a married cock? How vile! Ok this is more doable. Spread a vicious rumor about a classmate for 300. I could do that I guess. Hmmm I have to post it directly to the app so it can’t be about Alison or any of her friends. I know, I’ll say something about Lisa the unfortunate overweight girl in our class. She’ll never see it. I’ll say she was banned from Dairy Queen for breaking in and eating their whole stock. And send! Ohhhh somethings happening!
Oh god my tits! They’ve gone up like two sizes! But why? Hmmm looks like I hit some hidden ‘Bitch Bonus’ by doing that challenge. This is amazing and all I had to do was make fun of that whale Lisa. I know it was mean but it feels so fucking good! She’ll be fine it’s not like anyone will believe it anyway. <ding> ohhh that felt nice, what was it? Oh one of Alison’s friends liked my post. <ding> mmmm another one of her friends liked my post! Every like is 10 points and feels so gooood! <ding> oh fuck yesss girls keep liking! It feels so hawt! Maybe I should spread a few more lies…
Mmmm my body feels so much better in these clothes I redeemed! After only a few more rumors I got easily up to level 5, ‘Beta Bitch’, which unlocked my beautiful nails, my gorgeous silky hair, my perfect makeup, and all the knowledge to maintain them. Even my body is better shape, I’m so flexible now! Not to say anything about my lovely big tits! Alison’s friends seemed to really enjoy my wicked little rumours. I can’t deny it wasn’t fun writing them and it was even better getting the likes for them!
But I do feel kind of bad for all those losers I wrote stuff about though, I think the Brat App is effecting not just my body but my mind too. I feel so nasty and mean everytime I use it and even more now in this tight blouse and short skirt. I can’t help if I’m hotter than those dorks now! No that’s the app’s influence talking! I have to stop using the app, but I need to topple Alison! Ugh what do I do? <ding> what’s this? I’ve unlocked a new bonus. ‘Morality Suppression’? Hmmm that would solve my problems I guess and there is an option to turn it off later. Ok I’m going to do it! It’s for the good of the school after all. Here goes…
Ohhhhh fuck yesss that sooo much better. Like hell this is for the good of the school this is for the good of me! I feel so fucking free now. To think I was feeling regret for those pathetic fattys and geeky nerds I was writing about! I only regret not writing more! The only people worth anything are my bratty followers who like my posts and even they need to know their place and they will when I surpass Alison and become the new Queen bee. Oh fuck I feel so horny being this bad! I need some release and quick! Mmmm maybe I can finally tick off some of these challenges old me was too much of a loser to attempt. Mmmm yesss those will raise my rank in no time! Oh I have the perfectly wicked idea that will make me a bratty goddess by the end of the day! Oh step daddy!
Changed? Nonsense step daddy I’ve always looked like this. I’m a spoilt wicked little bitch just like your precious daughter, only you can fuck me. What’s the matter step daddy? Cat got your tongue? I bet you always wanted to fuck your mean little princess didn’t you? But you’re a good man and would never do that would you? But guess what? I’m not your daughter but I’m everything she is and more. Would you like a look under my shirt? Sure you would.
Hehe I see you like it step daddy. The outline of your cock is practically bursting out of your pants. Mmm and it looks so impressive. Let me have a peek <zip> oh step daddy, I can see why mommy married you. You’re so big! It’s making my mouth water. I need to have it step daddy, please say yes! I know you’re still hesitant so maybe it might convince you if I stopped calling you step daddy and instead called you… daddy. Mmm you like that don’t you… daddy? You want to put that big cock in my mouth and have my perfect pink lips suck it don’t you… daddy?
Mmmm thanks daddy for the great fucking, you’ve helped me complete so many nasty challenges. Suck a married cock. Check. Fuck an older man. Check. Call him daddy. Mmmm double check. After everything we got up to I completed over a dozen challenges, more than enough to take you bitch of a daughter’s crown. I just have to redeem the points now and assume the throne…. Mmmm it feels so good but something different is happening… oh fuck something amazing is happening!
Mmmm oh fuck yessss! Look at me, I’m a blonde busty bitch now! Im older and sexier and I feel so fucking nasty and hawt but how is this possible? Oh I see I unlocked a new challenge tree and a new rank. Mmmm ‘Homewrecker’ I love the sound of that! Who needs to be a bratty queen when I could be the wicked bitch that stole her daddy instead. Thats right darling, I’ve levelled up to being your mistress now and if you’re lucky and do as I say soon I’ll unlock ‘Trophy Wife’ and you can spoil me rotten as you should. Don’t worry I’ll still call you daddy, it makes everything feel so much more naughty. My mother? You mean that old crone Emma? She’s not my mother anymore, she not even my rival, she’s just an obstacle to our love, isn’t that right? Mmmm I knew you’d agree…. Daddy.
EPILOGUE
Alison was wondering what her father was doing that was taking so god damn long that he couldn’t have sent a car or something to pick her up from the mall like he promised. She had spent so much on his credit card that she was surrounded by high end boutique bags. Just when she was reaching her finally straw she got a message from him telling her he had sent a friend, some woman by the name of Gabrielle, to pick her up. Alison hadn’t heard of any Gabrielle before, except maybe her new dorky step sister but she went by Gabby anyway.
Following her father’s instructions to Gabrielle, Alison’s mouth was agape when she turned the corner to find a stunning blonde waiting for her. The blonde looked at Alison with distain and made Alison feel insignificant for the first time in her life. She didn’t like it. Gabrielle didn’t let up with her stare down, enjoying the way Alison averted her gaze. Alison meanwhile was grateful that their encounter was going to brief.
“So you’re Ted’s daughter? Hmmm I expected somebody a little more… impressive.” Gabrielle said not willing to hide her distaste. If this was anyone else Alison would have ground them to dust with only a few choice words but she felt so intimidated as she got into the car with the blonde bitch.
So much so that her phone dinged to tell her she lost some Brat points for her weakness. She had never lost points before! Gabrielle smirked to herself as she looked at her own phone and saw her points climb. She couldn’t wait become a wicked step mother.
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The Right Filter
Cecilia walked through the halls of her High School, her black combat boots clacking against the linoleum floor. Her long black messy hair hung in her face, shielding her from the stares of her classmates. She wore a black jeans and a loose-fitting band t-shirt. Her makeup was dark, and her nails were painted black. She was a goth, an outcast, and she knew it.
As she walked past the lockers, she heard the familiar sound of laughter and turned to see Mercedes and her minions, the popular girls of the school, walking toward her. Mercedes was the queen bee, the head cheerleader, and the one who made it her mission to make Cecilia's life a living hell.
"Hey, look at the freak," Mercedes said, her blonde hair bouncing as she giggled with her friends. "What's wrong, Cecilia? Did you forget your black lipstick at home?"
Cecilia took out her phone, trying to ignore them. She knew if she said anything, it would only make things worse. But Mercedes wasn't finished.
"You can’t hide away in this," Mercedes said, grabbing Cecilia's phone out of her hand.
Cecilia tried to grab it back, but Mercedes held it high above her head, out of reach. She taunted Cecilia, dangling the phone in front of her face.
"Come on, little goth girl, try and get it back," Mercedes said, laughing as Cecilia jumped to reach the phone.
In the chaos, Cecilia's phone slipped from Mercedes' hand and shattered on the floor. Cecilia's heart sank as she watched the pieces scatter across the ground as Mercedes and her friends sauntered away laughing.
Cecilia knew she couldn't go to her parents for help. She didn’t want to let them she was being bullied and plus they didn't have the money to buy her a new phone. She would have to come up with a plan on her own.
She decided to check out the local pawn shop. It was a dingy, rundown store that smelled of must and old cigarettes. As she walked in, the owner, a gruff-looking man with a thick beard, eyed her suspiciously.
"What can I help you with?" he asked, his voice worn by age.
Cecilia explained her situation and asked to see the phones. The man brought out a few, but they were all outdated and barely functional. She was about to give up hope when she spotted a pink, bejewelled phone in the corner of the display case. It was far from her usual style, but it was pretty modern and the only one she could afford.
"How much for that one?" she asked, pointing to the phone.
"Seventy-five bucks," the man said, holding out his hand for payment.
Cecilia hesitated. She didn't want to be seen with such a girly phone. But her phone was the only escape she had. With a heavy heart, she handed over the money and left the store with her new phone. She cringed at the sight of the pink, glittery case and the jewels that adorned it, but she reminded herself that it was just a temporary solution.
She arrived home and immediately started setting up her new phone. As she navigated the various apps and features, she discovered a plethora of filters and photo-enhancing tools already installed. Curiosity got the better of her and she started playing around with the filters, she found herself getting sucked in.
She snapped a few selfies, just to test out the filters, and was surprised at how much she liked the results. The app smoothed out her skin, brightened her eyes, and even gave her a little rosy blush. She couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all, but then when she looked in the mirror she saw the changes had happened to her in reality too.
“No freaking way!” She exclaimed as she checked out her cleared up skin, brighter complexion, and now longer hair. She knew she should be cautious with such a powerful tool but before she knew it, she had spent an hour taking pictures and experimenting with different filters. She found herself feeling a strange sense of satisfaction as she scrolled through the photos, admiring how the app had transformed her into someone who looked like she belonged.
At first, Cecilia was thrilled with the changes. She felt more confident and beautiful than she ever had before. But as the changes continued, she began to feel uneasy. The person staring back at her in the mirror was becoming someone she didn't recognize, and she couldn't help but wonder if she was losing herself in the process.
Her finger hovered over the reset button but then she caught herself in the mirror. She couldn’t deny how good she looked. She looked fit in all senses of the word. She decided to sleep on it and decide in the morning whether to reset or not.
She woke up the next day and reached for her phone. She opened the camera and looked at herself. She decided to keep the changes she had made. How could she not? She felt and looked better than ever but at the same time she resolved to not use the filters or apps again. She didn’t want to get lost changing every little bit of herself.
As she began to get ready for school, Cecilia opened her closet, only to be met with a wave of disappointment. All of her black goth wear suddenly seemed so boring and drab. She longed for something more colorful, more vibrant, something that would complement her new look.
She spent ages searching through her clothes, but nothing seemed to fit the bill. Frustrated, she threw her hands up in the air and collapsed onto her bed. That was when she spotted her phone charging on the nightstand. She didn’t even know if it could help her with her clothes but picked it up anyway.
She was delighted to find an app that was just for clothes and opened it immediately. She justified it in her mind because she wasn’t changing anything physically about herself. She scrolled through the app and picked a nice sundress and with a tap it popped onto her body.
“Oh my god this phone is amazing!” She grinned as she posed in the dress. She pouted her lips and started striking sultry poses feeling good about herself. However she wasn’t quite satisfied and started scrolling through more and more outfits.
Each outfit caused her pause to take a selfie. She just looked so good in everyone of them and she was getting really good at taking them. Before her selfies consisted of her hair draped over and hiding most of her face as she looked offscreen but now she let her striking blue eyes stare directly into the lens with her chest pushed forward and her chin tilted up.
As she posed for the camera, she felt a growing sense of self-importance. She became more focused on her own appearance and less interested in the world around her. She started to see herself as a queen, with everyone else beneath her.
Each subsequent picture made her feel hotter, vainer, more self assured. As if a piece of who she used to be was slowly getting eroded by each snap. So much so that by the time she found an outfit she liked she had complete reversed her decision to use the phone on her physical attributes.
“Mmmm this outfit is perfect but now I need to match it. First things first is my tits have to be bigger to fill out this top.” She smirked as she moved the ‘breast’ size slider on the phone to give her perfect round globes that hugged the material of the top. She groaned in delight as her chest became heavier.
“Excellent. Now my nails. They simply have to be painted to go with the colour scheme I’ve picked.” She said cycling through the colour options for her nails while also making them longer.
“Fuck yes I’m almost complete, just need to do one final touch…” she said to herself as she pulled up the hair slider and moved it from dark to light. Her raven black hair became lighter, blonder and she giggled as she snapped some more pictures of her new look.
Cecilia stood in front of the mirror, admiring her new appearance. She couldn't believe how attractive she had become, and she couldn't resist complimenting herself.
"Damn, I am looking fine," she said, her voice filled with confidence. "I mean, look at these curves. And my hair? It's like a waterfall of silk. And these nails? So long and perfect. I am a goddess, and everyone is going to see it today."
As Cecilia walked into the school, she could feel all eyes on her. The boys who used to make fun of her were now staring at her with admiration, trying to catch her attention. The girls who used to ignore her were now looking at her with jealousy and envy.
Even Mercedes seemed taken aback by Cecilia's new look. She couldn't help but feel threatened by the sudden transformation of the once-outcast goth.
As she walked past Mercedes, she gave her a smug smile, enjoying the look of shock on her rival's face. She had become someone new, someone powerful, and she wasn't going to let anyone get in her way.
As Cecilia walked down the hallway, she could feel the stares and whispers following her. But she didn't mind, in fact, she relished in the attention. It made her wet thinking how much everyone now noticed and admired her. Maybe even feared her? Dipping into the bathroom she took out her phone and started to snap more selfies, each new photo giving her a rush. That’s when Mercedes walked in and sneered at her, looking her up and down with disdain.
“Ugh you got in my shot.” Cecilia said with disgust as she looked at the photo she had taken and finally noticed Mercedes.
"You think you're hot shit because you got this new slutty makeover, don't you?" Mercedes said, her voice dripping with contempt. "Well, newsflash, you're still a pathetic loser."
Cecilia looked up from her phone and gave Mercedes a cold, hard stare. Mercedes seemed to shrink a little in her presence, making Cecilia feel invincible.
"I don't think you understand," Cecilia said, a smug grin spreading across her face. "I'm not the same person I was before. I'm better than you now. Better looking, more confident, more powerful. We’re not even in the same league anymore. I’m a goddess, and you? Well you’re just an ant."
Mercedes's face contorted in anger. "You're delusional," she spat. "You're still just a loser. As long as I’m around you’ll be second fiddle at best."
But Cecilia didn't care. She knew that she was on top now, and nothing could bring her down but she didn’t like the idea of anyone being even remotely close to her top spot.
“You know what, Mercedes? Something I’ve realized over the past 24 hours is girls like us are nothing without our looks. It gives us power, respect, fear. I’ve had a taste of it and I’m never going back but you? You’ve never had to struggle like I had so maybe it’s time you got an education.” Cecilia said with a smirk as she pulled up the last photo she took that Mercedes accidentally photobombed.
Mercedes looked up, her eyes narrowing in anger. "What are you talking about?" she demanded.
Cecilia just smiled and started playing with the filters on her phone. She made Mercedes's face fatter, her nose bigger, and her hair frizzy. She enhanced the wrinkles around her eyes and made her skin blotchy.
But it wasn't enough. Cecilia wanted to take it further. She made Mercedes's body bigger, her hips wider, and her stomach protrude.
Mercedes watched in horror as her reflection in the mirror changed before her eyes. "What are you doing? Stop it!" she shouted.
But Cecilia just kept going, enjoying the power she had over her former tormentor. She made Mercedes's eyes smaller, her lips thinner, and her posture slouched.
And then, just for good measure, she slid the confidence slider for Mercedes down to zero. Mercedes physically seemed to become more withdrawn in an instant.
"There, that's better," Cecilia said, admiring her handiwork. "Now you look like the pathetic one. Mmmm it’s hawt being a bitch, I can see why you bullied me all the time now. Time for a wardrobe change. Now don’t move a muscle."
Cecilia aimed the camera at Mercedes and started to cycle through new clothing for her former bully, picking only the most ragged and outdated styles she could find. When she had the look she wanted to inflict on Mercedes she was prompted with an option to transfer Mercedes stylish clothes to herself. She could hit accept any quicker.
Mercedes clothes appeared on Cecilia’s body with a pop and Cecilia admired her clothes with glee. She was now wearing an even shorter and sexier outfit that she had on before that left little to the imagination. But Cecilia didn't care. She wanted to show off her new body and make everyone at school notice her.
Cecilia smirked as she looked at the phone and it told her that Mercedes whole closet had been transferred to her own. She’d have fun later trying on the slutty expensive numbers Mercedes was known for. First she has one more job to do.
With a last look in the mirror, Cecilia gathered her things and headed out the door, her phone in hand.
As Cecilia left the bathroom, she saw Mercedes' friends standing nearby, waiting for her to come out. They glanced at Cecilia and then quickly looked away, their expressions wary and unsure.
But as soon as Mercedes stepped out, their eyes widened in shock. Cecilia watched as their expressions morphed from confusion to horror as they saw Mercedes' new appearance.
Without missing a beat, Cecilia raised her phone and snapped a picture of Mercedes’ friends who were still in shock. Cecilia quickly added a label to the picture that read ‘my beta besties’. As soon as it was applied their expressions changed to adoration for their new leader who they quickly flanked.
"Hey, check out what I did to Mercedes," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Looks like her cheerleading days are over."
Mercedes now former friends laughed at Cecilia’s comment with enthusiasm. Their minds now complete stripped of any loyalty they once had for her.
Mercedes ran away, sobbing, as Cecilia's laughter echoed down the hallway. Cecilia couldn't help but feel a thrill of satisfaction at the power she now held over her former tormentor.
As Mercedes ran away crying, Cecilia turned to her former tormentor's friends with a satisfied grin on her face. They were still staring at her in awe, and she knew that she had them right where she wanted them.
"You guys like that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "I've got more where that came from."
Her words were met with nods and murmurs of agreement. Cecilia could see that they were impressed with her newfound power, and she basked in their admiration.
"I don't think we've ever really talked before," one of the girls said tentatively. "I'm Ashley."
"Cecilia," she replied, holding out a hand for Ashley to shake. "But you can call me Cece from now on."
The other girls introduced themselves as well, and Cecilia felt a sense of satisfaction at the way they all looked at her with a mixture of fear and envy.
As they walked down the hallway, Cecilia couldn't help but take a few more selfies, using her phone to enhance her features and make herself even more beautiful. She knew that with every picture she took, she was becoming more powerful, and she reveled in it.
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