Twisted Princesses: Cinderella, part 3

With a grin, the woman in black tapped the girl once again with her cigarette holder. Cinderella gasped as her head spun.
She watched in the mirror as her small breasts expanded into perfect globes, the size of ripe melons, her nipples darkening and lengthening, until they were the size of the tip of her pinkies. At the same time, her legs became longer, more muscular, and her hips expanded, giving her a slender hourglass figure. Cinderella ran her hands down her sides and felt her derriere expand and perk up.
She stared in the mirror, her face contorted in horror.

Her hair rolled down her back in a straight cascade and shifted from the color of honey to the black of midnight, shining almost blue in the light of the lamp. Cinderella brought her hands to her face as her lips plumped up becoming shiny black, and her eyebrows arched cruelly over heavily made-up eyes. Long lashes fluttered over hot violet eyes. She noticed that her fingernails now stretched well beyond her fingertips, and were polished and shiny black. A heart-shaped black beauty mark appeared on her sharp cheekbone, just beneath her left eye.

“What does it mean?” she gasped. Her voice had lowered one tone, and now sounded like a sensual purr.
The woman shrugged. “Some basic improvements,” she said. “Don’t you like the new you?”
Cinderella blushed. “I look…”
“Hot?”
“Like a slut, miss.”
The woman chuckled. “Well, of course you silly girl! And good for you! It runs in the family, I guess. And you can’t climb to the top of the kingdom by looking like a goody-two-shoes anyway!”
Cinderella was trying without much success to cover her massive tits while keeping a hand pressed over her now perfectly bald, plump pussy.
“Jewelry, now!”
The woman touched her again with her cigarette holder.
Silver rings coalesced on the girl’s fingers and toes, and dangling from her nipples. Cinderella let out a little scream as a sparkling amethyst nose-plug appeared in her right nostril, as violet as her eyes, and long, dangling, chandelier-like earrings materialized on her earlobes.
“No, please!” she squealed.
She stared at her body in the mirror.
“I…”
“What now?!”
“I am ashamed, miss! I… I…”
The woman in black huffed. “Oh, you you you… let’s take care of that useless conscience of yours!”
She touched Cinderella right between the eyes with the cigarette holder. “Here, let’s get rid of all that rubbish!”
Cinderella staggered. She shook her head, and looked at herself in the mirror, a new light sparkling in her eyes. She ran her fingers through her hair, straightening her shoulders and pushing her tits forward. She grabbed her melons, hefting them, as an obscene smirk spread on her black lips.
She turned to the woman in black.
“Well, Cyn, how does it feel?”
Cyn placed her hands behind her head and pushed her shoulders back, offering her new friend a full display of her bif tits and her erect nipples.
“Oooh, baby, it feels as hot as fuck,” Cyn replied. Then she stretched her hand.
“Give me a cigarette,” she said.
The woman in black paced slowly up to Cyn, and embraced her from behind. One hand cupped one massive boob, while the other slid down the muscular frame of the young woman, long sharp nails scratching her white skin, and then caressed her naked pussy-
“This is better, isn’t it?” the woman asked. She slipped two fingers inside of Cyn, massaging gently.
Cyn leaned back, rubbing herself against the other woman.
Her lewd smile broke as she pulled out her tongue.
“Lots better,” she said, leaning the nape of her neck against the woman’s shoulder. The woman kissed her long neck.
“What about that cigarette?” Cyn moaned, shuddering.
Wet fingers pushed a cigarette between her black lips.
Cyn inhaled deeply, closing her eyes as the nicotine hit her, making her head light and her nipples stiff.
The woman in black let go of her.
“Now for some clothing…”
Cyn cocked a hip and looked at herself in the mirror.
“No tattoos? I’m sure my mommy had some…”
The older woman smiled. “Of course.”
One tap of the cigarette holder and ink flourished on Cyn’s virgin skin. Stars like pentacles emerged left and right of her navel, on the crests of her hip bones. The word ‘Slut’ in flowered script appeared in a curve beneath her right tit. A large purple heart, with the Gothic script ‘kiss me’ marked her left butt cheek as an intricate, ivy-like tangle of vines stretched at the base of her spine.
The two women traded a glance, and laughed.
“And now, some clothing…”