Title: Bargain Bin Coach
Categories: Ben 10
Characters: Gwen Tennyson, Veronica (OFC)
Cameo(s): None
Tags: Inanimate Transformation, Magic, NonCon, humiliation, Clothing Transformation, Swimsuit Transformation, Mental Degradation, Femdom, Pissing, Clothes Ripping, Spitting. Disposal, Trashcan Fetish
Alternate Titles: I Am Responsible, From Coaching to Rags, Gwen Goes Swimming, Gwen's Swimsuit, Gwen's Wicked Responsible, Gwen's Flimsy Swimsuit, Don't Cross Gwen
Commissioned By: MVY
Started: 07/10/2024
Finished: 10/10/2024
Public: 10/11/2024
Gwen's cheeks flushed with frustration and embarrassment as Coach Veronica's stern voice echoed through the empty locker room.
"Young lady, you need to be more responsible to learn the importance of punctuality," she said, tapping her clipboard with a manicured nail. Gwen rolled her eyes, fuming at the way Veronica talked down to her like she was still in kindergarten. But she wasn't a child, and she wasn't going to let Veronica's condescension go unchallenged.
"But coach," Gwen protested, her voice squeaking above a whisper, "I'm only a few minutes late."
"Only a few minutes?!" Veronica scoffed, her eyes widening. "In the world of competitive swimming, a few minutes can mean the difference between winning and losing."
Gwen bit her tongue, holding back a sharp retort. Her eyes fell to the tiled floor, avoiding the coach's disapproving gaze. She was already self-conscious in her baggy sweats and t-shirt, her swimsuit hidden beneath layers of clothing. Her mind raced with thoughts of the lecture she was about to receive.
But today was different. Today, she had a little something up her sleeve – or rather, in her pocket. It was a small, innocuous-looking book she had claimed from her summer rival, Charmcaster. She never went anywhere without that book, and why would she with the numerous spells contained within it?
"You can't go through life like this! You need to be responsible! If you can't dedicate yourself to actually turning up on time, then you may as well leave! There's the door!" Veronica shouted, pointing to the door.
Gwen couldn't take it any more. She was more responsible than anyone else she knew her age. This was the only time she had been late, the only time and she was getting this kind of treatment. Gwen pulled the palm-sized book from her pocket. Pressing her thumb into the base, she opened it to a random page and began to recite the incantation depicted.
As the incantation rolled off Gwen's tongue, the locker room's atmosphere grew thick with an unseen energy. The air around Veronica began to shimmer, distorting the light that reflected off her tightly wound bun and stern expression. Confusion filled Veronica's as she watched Gwen, unaware of the arcane power being wielded against her.
Gwen's voice grew stronger, the words of the ancient spell resonating in the small space. The book's pages fluttered with a life of their own, as if eager to release their magic. The incantation reached its crescendo, and a bolt of energy shot from the book, enveloping Veronica in a cocoon of of ethereal light.
With a flash, the light dissipated, revealing a sight that made Gwen's jaw drop. Where the coach had been standing, now was a... swimsuit? But not just any swimsuit – it was a tattered, worn-out relic of the school's past. The fabric was a faded mix of grey and yellow with blue accents, the colours the school used decades ago. The material was so thin that even from where she stood she could see it was on the edge of tearing and dark sweat stains were clearly visible.
But there was no trace of the coach. The swimsuit lay on the floor, abandoned and discarded. Gwen's heart pounded in her chest as she realized the true power of the spell. She had transformed Veronica into a piece of swimwear.
Her eyes darted around the room, searching for any sign of the coach, but there was none. She had really transformed the woman. Hesitantly, she picked up the swimsuit, feeling the weight of the flimsy material. It was cold and lifeless in her hands.
'W-What happened?'
Gwen flinched as her coach's voice echoed in her mind—a faint whisper, almost silent compared to the powerful shouts that had rung around her just moments ago.
Shifting the fabric, Gwen's eyes widened in astonishment as she saw a collection of folded wrinkles over the crotch of the swimsuit that heavily resembled her coach's. It was frozen in an expression of shock and no matter how the preteen shifted the swimsuit, the wrinkles didn't break away and just became a more distorted version of Veronica's face.
'G-Gwen? W-What happened? What did you do?' Veronica's voice echoed inside Gwen's mind, a mixture of terror, accusation, and panic.
Gwen's grip on the swimsuit tightened as she felt a twisted sense of power and satisfaction. Putting her coach in a place like this. It was exhilarating.
"Well, Coach Veronica," Gwen said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "I guess you're more of a relic than I thought."
The wrinkles on the swimsuit's crotch stared back frozen. A faint whimper sounded in Gwen's mind.
'What do you ... what are you talking about?' Veronica's voice was tiny, but the fear was unmistakable.
Gwen couldn't help the smirk that tugged at the corners of her lips.
"It looks like your new form reflects your character a bit more than you'd like – old, worn out, and not quite as impressive as you pretend to be, flimsy."
'That's not funny, young lady.' Veronica's voice was firm despite the situation. Some of her old bravado came back to the forefront as she refused to accept such insults from her student — a child student at that.
Gwen chuckled darkly.
"No, it's not, but it's the truth. But I have to admit," Gwen mused, "I thought you'd be something more ... elegant. You know, like one of those sleek, high-quality suits the Olympic swimmers wear ... not, this."
'You think I'm cheap?' Veronica half asked, half accused. It was so hard to follow what was going on.
"Cheap?" Gwen's smirk grew. "No, I just think you're not as shiny and new as you like to make everyone believe."
That's when Gwen felt something firm catch her fingers, and she shifted the swimsuit, ignoring the startled cry in her mind. It was a tag, attached to the suit by a mostly unravelled black thread. In black marker, it read Heavily Used with $1 faintly printed beneath.
Gwen laughed.
"Then again, maybe you are cheap. Even bargain bin trash costs more than a dollar!"
Gwen couldn't help but snicker at the thought of Veronica being reduced to something so trivial. She revelled in the power she had over her coach, the woman who had made her feel so small. With a sense of newfound control, she decided to have a little fun with the situation.
She tossed the swimsuit on the bench, the wrinkled face looking up at her with a silent plea. Gwen's smirk grew as she began to undress.
She stepped out of her shoes, her bare feet padding softly on the cold tiles. Her fingers danced over the waistband of her sweatpants, tracing the elastic with a teasing touch. With a slow, deliberate motion, she pulled them down, revealing the bottom of her black bikini. Next, she pulled off her baggy jumper, fully exposing her swimsuit – a sleek, black one-piece that hugged her body in all the right places. She had picked it out herself, feeling a sense of pride and confidence every time she wore it. But she would just have to wear it next time and she set about the task of peeling off the formfitting swimsuit.
Stepping out of her swimsuit, Gwen gathered it up and carefully folded it before placing it next to the wrinkled, transformed woman.
Finally, she picked up the flimsy, worn-out swimsuit that used to be her coach. The material was cold and clammy in her hands, almost as if it was begging for her warmth. She stepped into the leg holes, feeling the worn spandex brush against her sensitive skin as she pulled it up her body.
It clung to her in all the wrong places, the fabric sticking to her like it was made of wet newspaper.
"This is what you get for treating me like a child," Gwen said, her voice a mix of amusement and malice as she pulled the swimsuit up and over her hips.
The suit was much too small for Gwen, but she managed to squeeze into it. The fabric stretched tight across her chest and buttocks, the seams threatening to burst at any moment. The top barely contained her growing breasts, the straps digging into her shoulders as she adjusted the fit.
It was beyond an alien sensation for Veronica, feeling her body unnaturally stretching over and around Gwen's prepubescent body. The puffy lips of the girl's crotch filled her skull to the point of bursting, causing her face to bulge as they threatened to devour her shape. But that wasn't all, she could feel it, her stomach ... no ... her womb ... been inflated by her wearer's still growing chest. Was this how women felt when they were knocked up?!
"Ugh, you're so tight," Gwen muttered, wincing as she felt the corner of the tag bite into her side. She didn't hesitate to snap it off and toss it away.
Pain bloomed inside Veronica's mind, burning away the other beguiling sensations as she felt a piece of her very essence casually torn away by the mystical child.
Gwen pulled a piece of Veronica out of her ass and proceeded to follow the signs leading to the pool - not that she needed to look. Still, the responsible woman inside her demanded she always pay attention to her surroundings and follow official directives.
The sound of gentle waves and the hot humidity of the pool enveloped her like a familial embrace. Her petite nose wrinkled at the hint of chlorine lacing the air.
As Gwen approached the edge of the large pool, she couldn't resist one last taunt.
"You know, Coach, this is probably the most action you've seen in years, you should be thanking me" she said, her voice echoing off the high ceiling. "At least now you can be part of the action."
Veronica's indignation wordlessly filled Gwen's mind, speechless.
Gwen started with some simple stretches. It wouldn't do if she cramped up while swimming. She touched her toes, feeling the swimsuit's threads strain against her body. The fabric was stretched so tight that every little movement caused the swimsuit to cut into her skin, but she didn't care. She was in control now, and she was going to enjoy every second of it. It even made her feel more powerful; she could rip through the flimsy material easily.
Moving into deeper stretches, Gwen felt the swimsuit's seams give way slightly, allowing her to feel the cool air of the pool house against her skin. She could feel the material of the crotch parting as she spread her legs wider, the fabric feeling almost paper-thin as it stretched.
Her cheeks burned as she thought of the coach trapped inside, forced to experience every intimate sensation Gwen's body had to offer. The thought of it was almost too much, and she had to fight the urge to laugh out loud.
But it was the squats that truly brought home the reality of the situation. As she lowered herself down, the swimsuit rode up, exposing the cleft of her ass. The fabric tightened around her pussy, forming a cameltoe that made her squirm. And with each squat, she could feel the fabric of the swimsuit pressing harder against her, pushing into her, forcing her coach's face into her virgin pussy.
'You're going to regret this,' Veronica cried out inside her mind.
"I doubt it," Gwen quipped, her voice echoing through the empty room. "I'm just getting started." She took a moment to tug the spandex out of her ass, then her pussy, smirking as she imagined Veronica's face being crumpled by her fingertips.
With a graceful dive, she entered the water, feeling it caress her body as she sliced through the surface. The water was cool and inviting, the perfect temperature. Altering her form she pressed her sole to the floor and stood up, the shallow water just deep enough to reach past the bumps of her nipples.
The now wet material clung to her chest, becoming uncomfortable, but the irritation was a constant reminder of her power and she relished it. She knew the coach would feel every stretch, pull, and discomfort.
Pressure began to build in the redhead's lower tummy. In all the excitement and anxiety of running late, she'd neglected to use the toilet. Gwen's smirk widened as an idea took shape in her mind. Normally, she would have rushed to the locker room, but not today. After all, if she took the flimsy swimsuit off, there was no chance she'd get it back on wet; it would rip before she even got the first shoulder strap in place.
"You know what, Coach?" Gwen said, her voice echoing off the tiles, "You're always going on about how we should respect the pool. But you know what? Sometimes rules are made to be broken."
With that, Gwen relaxed her bladder and felt the warm liquid fill the swimsuit, the pressure building against Veronica's face. A dull pain began to form over Gwen's crotch as she felt the pressure fling back against her, but still, she didn't slow her stream, she knew she would outlast this cheap swimsuit.
The coach's silent screams of pain and humiliation filled Gwen's mind as she continued to relieve herself, feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction with each droplet. The water around her grew warm.
The swimsuit, unable to withstand the pressure and acidity of Gwen's urine, began to tear. The threads that made up the crotch popped as they were torn apart. The fabric peeled away from the rest of the suit to let out the burning piss and reveal Gwen's pink pussy.
Finally, the stream stopped but Veronica's face was now a collection of shredded spandex triangles waving in the artificial current of the pool.
"Ah, that's better," Gwen sighed, as though she hadn't just tortured her coach.
Lifting her leg, Gwen kicked off against the pool wall and began to swim, the suit's shoulder straps digging into her as she moved her arms, slowing her down.
Gwen's strokes grew stronger as she swam towards the deep end of the pool, the water rushing past her. The faded yellow and blue of Veronica's former swimsuit began to grow paler as chlorine seeped into the fabric, devouring the aged colour and slowly condemning Veronica to a faded, colourless grey.
The harsh chemicals didn't just affect the material, however, they also began to assault Veronica's mind. It became harder to think, harder to feel as the chorine ate away at the coach's very essence. She could feel it. The caustic liquid ate her away. Her thoughts grew fuzzy, her mind clouded with pain.
'Please, Gwen," she whispered. "Make it stop. I'm sorry. I'll be better. I'll do whatever you want, just please make it stop.'
Gwen's laugh echoed throughout the pool area, bouncing off the tiles and mixing with the sound of her strokes. The power she held over Veronica was like nothing she had ever felt before, and it filled her with a dark pleasure.
"What's the matter, Coach?" she taunted, her voice carrying over the sound of the water. "Can't handle a little discomfort? Maybe you should've thought about that before you decided to be such a bitch."
Veronica's screams grew louder, filling Gwen's mind with a symphony of pain and despair. But she didn't care. If anything, it only made her feel more powerful. She swam harder, her strokes becoming more powerful.
As the water grew colder and darker, Gwen felt the swimsuit fabric begin to deteriorate around her. It wasn't even fit for purpose. The once-tight material was now loose, starting to break away. It wouldn't even last her swimming lesson. But that didn't mean Gwen couldn't have fun with the bitch. She slowed to a stop as she reached the deep end of the pool and rolled onto her back, effortlessly floating as she raised a hand to cup the small curve of her developing breast.
Veronica's voice grew desperate, her thoughts a jumbled mess of fear and pain.
'Please, Gwen, have mercy. I'll do anything, anything at all. I'll never be hard on you again. Just stop!'
Gwen's chuckles grew louder, the sound bouncing off the tiles of the pool. "Mercy? You expect mercy after the way you treated me? Talking down to me? Making me feel like crap? Just because I was late once!" She pinched the fabric of the swimsuit, feeling the softness of her own skin and the hardness of her nipple beneath. "You're pathetic, Coach. Physically and mentally. Just a sad, old woman trying to cling to what little power you have by bullying children."
Veronica's mind trembled inside Gwen's mind.
"Look at you," Gwen said, her voice dripping scornfully. "You're so weak, so utterly worthless, you can't even make a decent swimsuit. You're useless, not fit for purpose. Old, flimsy, stained, torn, you're just trash."
The desperation in Veronica's voice grew stronger as Gwen's words cut deep into her soul, shaking her mind with sobs. Gwen didn't care; the power she had over the former woman was intoxicating.
Gwen felt her heart race as her breathing hastened. With a wicked smile, she slid her hand down her body, her fingers finding the warm, puffy folds of her pussy behind the shredded mess of Veronica's face.
Her middle finger slipped between her pink lips, the slickness of her arousal mixing with the water that had soaked into the suit. Gwen's eyes fluttered closed as she began to rub circles around her clit, feeling the beginnings of an orgasm build deep within her.
'Please, Gwen,' Veronica begged, her voice a mere whisper in Gwen's mind. 'Please, I'll do anything. I'll pay you anything you want. Just please turn me back.'
Gwen's eyes fluttered languidly open, the smirk on her face growing even more malicious.
"Pay me?" she scoffed. "What could you possibly have that I would want, Coach?"
Gwen's fingers moved faster. The intense sensation was amplified by the humiliation she inflicted on her coach.
'I'll give you whatever you want,' Veronica promised, 'Money, jewellery, my car, anything. Just say it, and it's yours.'
Gwen's strokes grew quicker, her breath hitching in her throat. The pressure was building, her orgasm approaching like a freight train as Veronica's terrified desperation fed the flames of ecstasy.
"Anything?" she gasped breathlessly, amusement still managing to lace her voice.
'Anything,' Veronica wept.
"Then tell me, Coach," Gwen whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "How does it feel to be nothing more than a dirty piece of fabric clinging to my body?"
Gwen gasped as she slid another finger inside while her words teased her arousal; her orgasm came crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her body convulsed, her legs stretching out and opening, sending waves away from her as her pussy clenched around her fingers.
The swimsuit finally gave way, unable to withstand the force of Gwen's climax. The spandex snapped like a rubber band, and the flimsy material that had hugged her waist below unravelled and floated around her in a poor parody of a skirt.
'Y-you're a monster,' Veronica's voice was a broken whisper, the transformed woman feeling nothing but pain and humiliation as her student's orgasm ripped her body apart.
"Maybe," she said, her voice filled with dark satisfaction. "But at least I'm not a pathetic like you."
Laughing, Gwen gripped the straps of the suit and, with a hard tug, tore the remains off, exposing her lithe naked body. In seconds, she gathered up the cheap shreds of spandex and threw it out of the pool. It slapped against the tiles like a defeated flag. Veronica's voice grew faint, a muffled whisper of despair as she was reduced to a pile of torn fabric, the distance and damage making it harder to reach out to Gwen with her fractured mind.
With a smug grin, Gwen turned away from the swimsuit. The pool was now her stage, a place where she could revel in her newfound power and freedom. Her young, athletic body easily cut through the water as she continued her lesson.
As she swam, Gwen felt the power of the spell resonating within her, a dark thrill that made her heart race with excitement. She had never felt so alive, so in control. She had taken the woman who had belittled and humiliated her and turned her into nothing more than a disposable piece of clothing.
Time flowed like liquid as Gwen lost herself in the laps of the pool and the delicious ecstasy of her conquest. Soon she was approaching the edge of the pool and hoisted herself out of the water, the droplets glistening on her skin like diamonds in the harsh artificial lights.
'You're going to regret this,' Veronica's weakened voice whispered in her mind as Gwen approached the drenched pile of rags, her bare feet noisily slapping against the tiled floor.
"Why would I regret putting you in your place?" Gwen asked teasingly as she bent over the pile. "You're nothing but trash." Sniffing audibly, the young redhead summoned a loogie to the back of her throat and spat onto the ruined swimsuit, the chunky white substance splashing over the wrinkles of Veronica's face - and the bitch could do nothing about it.
The coach didn't even reply, stunned into silence.
"You're going to be forgotten," Gwen said, her voice echoing around the empty pool. "Just like all the other useless trash that gets thrown away."
Bending at the knee, Gwen set about the task of gathering up the pile of rags.
"I'd hate to be irresponsible, and since you can't seem to clean up your own mess." she paused, letting her mocking words sink in, "I'll just have to clean it up for you."
Gwen rose to her feet and made her way to the nearest trash can. The tall and metallic can, with its mouth gaping wide open, was ready to devour the discarded coach.
Gwen swung the swimsuit over the lip of the trash can, watching as the fabric fell inside, landing with a wet splat. She stepped closer, her bare feet coming to rest on the edge of the can. The smell of chlorine and the lingering scent of piss grew stronger.
"Looks like you're going to be here for a while," she said, her voice a cold whisper. "So you can think about how much you deserve this."
With that, she turned on her heel and marched back to her locker, her bare feet slapping against the floor. She couldn't help but feel a sense of carnal satisfaction as she dressed. She had taken control of the situation and had taught Veronica a lesson she would never forget.
But she wasn't finished with her coach yet. She pulled out her spellbook and flipped to the next page. The incantation was written in archaic language, but she recognised it immediately. It was a spell to bind the soul of the transformed individual to its new form permanently.
With a wicked smile, she began to chant. The air grew colder, and the lights flickered as the spell's power filled the room. As she finished speaking, she felt a sudden jolt, a connection forged between her and the swimsuit. Veronica was trapped forever. Even if she was found by someone, nothing could be done.
Gwen couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph as she changed into her street clothes. She had never felt so alive, so powerful. The world was her playground, and she had just proven she could bend it to her will.
Before she left the changing room, Gwen strode back towards the pool, giving the trash can a silent nod, the faint whimpers and cries echoing in the back of her mind as she stepped into the spell radius.
The flimsy swimsuit lay crumpled at the bottom, a sad, forgotten piece of rubbish.
"This is what happens when you treat me like that," she murmured to herself, her eyes gleaming with her arcane might."
Silently, Gwen turned and began to walk away, the faint whimpers vanishing once she was beyond Veronica's reach. Her mind cast for the other errands Gwen would have to run that day, swiftly forgetting about the trash.
She was a responsible young woman.
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