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At first this was going to be a Kristie story but then it sorta morphed into a collection of shorts. Hope you all enjoy. Off To College By Wolverine CHAPTER ONE: A LITTLE EPIDEMIC "The properties of simple chemistry do not apply to this organism, if it is an organism," the professor stated to his near sleeping class. "We here at the university have no idea what this thing is or what it is composed of. So far, we have been afraid to even touch it, let alone experiment with its composition. We have no idea if it is dangerous or not." "Then what is the point of keeping it, or telling us about it, when you yourself have no idea?" asked one of the students. The professor smiled. "Just to prove a simple point, you can never know everything about anything. There are things out there that should simply not exist, such as this thing, but do. Always consider a possibility, there is no certainty anywhere." The bell rang to dismiss the class. As if by magic, the room emptied, leaving the professor almost alone. There was still the "creature". The "creature" was essentially a big glob of clear goo. It wriggled around in its 6-inch thick, air tight glass chamber. It had been found under an overturned glass bowl with the words "DON'T TOUCH OR LET OUT" scrawled on a stick note on the side. The university had heeded the warning and transferred the "creature" as carefully as possible into its own chamber, still trying to run tests from afar. They didn't know what diseases or harmful effects this organism contained, but their curiosity was still peaked despite the possible dangers. The professor sat down at his desk and went about his usual business until one of his favorite new students entered, Carrie Ann McGraw. As she entered with her sky blue eyes full of a passionate and curious fire. She had arrived with her almost twin, whose name the professor couldn't remember, from their small hometown this year. She was an interesting young woman and always seemed to be extremely sharp. Her blue eyes seemed peculiar, always seeming to hide a secret. Her clothes told a past absent of many riches, her shirts and pants were getting tight, not as if she had bought them for that purpose, but as if they had gotten too small. The professor wondered for a few moments whether she was still growing in some odd happening. Carrie Ann approached the professor's desk and he looked at her with a smile. She grinned back. "How may I help you, Miss McGraw?" the professor asked. Carrie Ann looked over at the tank containing the creature and an even bigger grin possessed her for a few moments before fading. She looked somberly at the professor. "Well, Professor Jameson, I saw that fascinating creature the other day and I had to come by to see it again," she said. "May I?" "By all means, go ahead. It is very interesting. I've been showing all my students this to illustrate my point from class. The chemistry majors are really excited about this thing." "So am I." "You have an interest in chemistry?" Carrie Ann stifled a giggle. "You could say that. Mmmm. This thing looks so cool. Any chance to let it out and see what it does?" "Oh no, no, no. Whatever that note on the side was there for, I have all reason to believe it is serious. This thing shouldn't even exist, we can't just go jumping in head first, one step at a time." Carrie Ann's face seemed to contain some sign of anguish. "Yes, yes, I can feel your pain. My baby, my sister, I can feel your hunger. You want to b born, don't you?" Professor Jameson looked curiously at Carrie Ann. "It seems Ness is gone. I had to collect what I could from Carrie Ann on that. Okay, okay, come on." "Are you alright, Miss McGraw?" Carrie Ann grinned and turned to the professor. "Yeah. I'm fine. Whoops!!! Oh no!" Carrie Ann "lost her balance" and fell back against the glass case. The case and the table fell over, shattering on the floor. Professor Jameson ran over to help Carrie Ann up. He pulled her up...was she heavier? Their height difference was astounding now, she had gotten shorter. The Professor stared into Carrie Ann's eyes, and her changing face. He stepped back and stared in disbelief at her drastically changing body. As her changes stopped she dropped out of her moaning and ecstasy and grinned at the Professor. "Miss McGraw?!" The girl grinned. "Yes, Professor. It's me." She put on a "shocked" face and stared at her body. "But I seem to have put on some sex appeal. And oh...man, am I horny. Wanna fuck?" "Miss McGraw, stay here, I'm going to go get a nurse or something." He stared at her now more round and exaggerated shape. He felt his penis harden almost against his will. He shook his head and slowly started off. Kristie Ann pouted and squeezed one of her breasts as she inserted a couple fingers into her vagina. "I'll take that as a no. Oh well. I suppose I can enjoy you just as easily afterwards. I'm much sexier anyways." The Professor stopped as he felt a cold slithering up his leg. He shook his leg panickedly. The slithering went up through his pants, up across his chest, and then finally a snakelike goo oozed out the top of his shirt. Professor Jameson trembled in fear, not knowing what the thing was. The snake hesitated and then flung itself into his open mouth. He felt the coldness ooze down his throat and a tingle spread out from where it traveled. The professor went to his knees as the changes started. Kristie Ann went over to the window and made sure it was locked tightly. She then proceeded over to a desk and sat down to play with herself until her new sister was done. *** Kristie Ann arrived home to her sisters, the other Kristie Ann and one of the few, new recruits, making love, though she had been there all day. It was how her mind worked, all thought as one. She allowed her Kristie self to flow out fully again. Her clothes ripped off and would have to be replaced, but she didn't care. Her figure was getting bad now. Her and the other Kristie Ann were having trouble keeping their Carrie Ann figures. Her Carrie Ann clothes were no longer fitting. The Carrie Ann form was becoming Kristie with no medium in between. Carrie Ann's tits were already the size of Kristie's and her eyes had obviously changed. Her ass was staring to take on Kristie's form and her face wasn't far behind. Soon, any remnants of Carrie Ann's figure would fade from both Kristie Anns and they would have to remain as Kristie, maybe lose themselves in the collective mind fully. Maybe it had been because Kristie had made Carrie Ann a full part of the collective mind and not kept her just as a camouflage as the other Kristie forms kept their old bodies. Her and the other Kristie Ann were the only two of the Kristie's with a distinct personality, but only one. They couldn't remember which one of them had been the original Carrie Ann and who had been John. Soon, it wouldn't matter, they'd be Kristie. If things went as before, slower this time though, then there would be a day when they could all be Kristie any and all the time. Kristie Ann grinned at her sisters and joined them in an orgy. All was going to plan. She really would slowly spread herself out this time, no jumping into full control. And an occasional "colonist" would be sent out to spread in other cities and schools. Hopefully this time she could get enough of herself to ward off whatever the powers sent. Maybe she'd even get that Nick kid before she was done. But that was for later. Kristie Ann allowed herself to be lost in the collective mind fully and enjoyed her sisters' small orgy. *** A storm blew over the college that night. It haunted the Kristies' collective mind as guardians were known to arrive during fierce storms. It was outer sign of their anger. The Kristies were able to sleep alright though. But their dreams brought them no more comfort. A twinge here and there of who they used to be would send a sharp pain through the collective mind. One Kristie found herself awaking and remembering that she was a married man with a wife and children. It sent huge pulses through the collective mind, awakening the wife's and two children's minds as well. All of them instantly panicked and prayed to God before Kristie unleashed the full strength of her lustful mind upon them. Another Kristie in the midst of changing another person and fucking another potential recruit in order to keep the lust pulsating through the mind felt her old mind return. The former preacher's daughter panicked and leapt off the man and charged nude into the hallway. The dorm responded to her screams. Her body though was still Kristie and uncontrollably she released her "babies", creating a full dorm of Kristies. Kristie resumed control of her wayward member and swallowed the preacher's daughter's mind fully, the poor girl sobbing all the way into Kristie's mind. A wayward snake made its way out of the building, its mind not yet developed and only wanting a body to be born into. It found its way into the body of a young man, Fred Sampson. Fred collapsed on the ground beside his best friend of all his life, Ned Manchester. They had been out on a bit of night time business in town (i.e. drugs) and had had to slip back into the campus undetected, which was a hard enough job without a guy moaning at the top of his lungs. Ned grabbed Fred and dragged him to a nook in the side of a nearby building. Ned sat Fred up against one wall and stood against the other listening for any campus security. Fred's heavy breathing made any detection of approaching people impossible. "Shut up man, they'll hear us. What the Hell is..." Ned asked as he turned his head to face Fred. He cut off as he saw his "new" friend. Fred lay against the wall panting and sweating as two massive lumps bulged out on his tight shirt which was creeping up his torso. Ned wasn't even sure it was Fred anymore. The person before him was definitely female, her odor already reaching Ned's nose and her hips stretching Fred's pants to the point the seams were beginning to rip. Blonde locks framed the woman's face which definitely held a hint of Fred but was much, much more feminine and erotic. Her eyes were a light blue but Ned still saw his friend in them, and he looked scared. The woman's hands crept up to her seemingly completed breasts as she let out a loud moan and giggle. She looked with panic into Ned's eyes. "Help me Ned, please. I don't know what's happening to me," the woman formerly known as Ned asked in a voice that screamed lust. Ned just stammered. The woman screamed as her pants ripped off, her ass reaching its full proportions. The woman held her eyes closed with a look of ecstasy on her face as she rose and felt her body. Kristie's eyes opened and stared straight into Ned's. "Fred?" Kristie shook her head and allowed one of her new babies to slip from inside her male underwear and down her bare legs and into Ned's pants. Ned just stood in amazement as the snake slowly worked its way to the first hole it could find. Kristie embraced the man as the snake slipped into his penis and his eyes went wide. Soon the changing male was wrapped in the feelings coming from the girl that had once been his best friend. His mind soon fell into Kristie's and the only remains of the two boys were their tattered clothes in the cranny. A campus security guard happened upon this duo with his trusty flashlight. The light glared back out of the two women's eyes as they looked up from their lust-fest. Kristie knew she had taken a risk staying in that spot, but all her new extensions were entitled to a little fun. Besides, it was just another security guard. She'd wanted one of them anyways. One of the two Kristies, their identities gone now, allowed a snake to crawl out of her and toward the security guard. In a few minutes, the guard was on the ground, moaning and stretching his uniform to new proportions. After he finished his transformation, Kristie called a hold-off and pulled her new selves into their respective dorms. Most of the Kristies were then able to rest, the new ones only staying awake to enjoy the continuous orgy as Kristies. College was looking to be a very exciting place. CHAPTER 2: A FEW WISHES The pregnant woman charged across the park, a grimace of pain across her face. Zach could tell something was wrong the moment he saw her. People only hurt that much if they were on fire or giving birth. In this case he figured the latter. Zach headed the woman off at a park bench as she slowed down and panted. "Ma'am are you alright?" he asked. The woman didn't bother looking at him, she just kept her eyes closed and went into what Zach assumed to be a breathing exercise. "Can I help you with anything?" "Oh God, what's happened to me?" the woman asked no one. Zach gave her a puzzled look. Drugs perhaps? Then he shook the thought from his head, she was way too clean. She looked like any college girl, except pregnant, which happened to be a trend these days. "Excuse me?" The woman grabbed his arm and stared him in the face. A tingle ran through him to his brain and then down to his toes. He almost pulled away but she had locked in some sort of death lock on his arm. "Use it wiser than we did. Now, please, I've got to go. Oh God. It hurts so much. I need a doctor." The woman pulled herself to her feet and ran away, leaving Zach scratching his head. That'd been pretty weird. *** After a quick visit to the campus security headquarters to report the woman, Zach headed back to his dorm. Zach was a rather average guy, nothing too spectacular. He just did his work and took care of those he could help. Zach was 21, a junior at the college, with black hair, blue eyes, and about 6'. He flopped down on his bed in the dorm room, the one he had alone. Zach sighed. His previous roommate had moved out after he'd had a strange experience in another dorm. The dude had started acting weird afterwards anyways, such as watching Zach shower and making strange cooing noises in the middle of the night. Zach was rather glad the guy was gone, but it was still lonely. He needed a girl. Zach flipped on the television. A few flips of the channel and he came upon that Paris Hilton show...he couldn't think of the name. Now, Zach preferred to date women with a little more meat on them, but he had to admit, Paris and her friend did have a bit of appeal. Plus Paris was rich, so that made it better. "Wish I could have her any time I want, always horny and waiting for her man to take her," he thought to himself. Zach turned the channel again, she was hot but not much of an entertainer. News, news, sports, news...pain. Zach felt his ribs crack and shift, sending unimaginable pain straight to his brain. He rushed to his bathroom and threw open the toilet and puked his guts out. As he heaved, his hair began to lighten and his frame continued to shift. His figure shrunk and shrunk as he heaved out excess mass. Zach brushed the hair out of his eyes as he pulled himself away from the toilet, feeling like he hadn't eaten in days. The feeling of his shifting organs then hit him and he almost went into shock. Zach looked down at himself and was shocked to see his clothes insanely loose on his body and the sight of his hairless, scrawny arms. Once again, his hair fell into his eyes and he swept it away only to be shocked again by the excess hair and the feel of his face, which was still burning from something. Zach swallowed the pain and pulled himself to his feet, pants and underwear falling to his ankles, his shirt hanging loosely on his shoulders. Zach kicked his shoes and socks, and stepped out of the pants and underwear. He felt something shift again and almost puked from the pain. Zach turned to his mirror and faced Paris Hilton. At first, he didn't register the face and then jumped back as he realized he was her, minus her small tits and a package. Zach shook his head, trying to see himself, but to no avail. A sudden burning in his chest made him scream and claw at the burning which happened to be a mistake, his long nails scraped what felt like...he didn't know, it just hurt. Zach pulled his hands away and shivered as his shirt brushed the area. Zach gulped as his realized what was happening and carefully pulled his shirt of, not wanting to set himself off again. Zach stared at his nude form in the mirror, his nipples swollen and large on his hairless chest. The burning intensified and small bumps formed behind the nipples, hanging the sensitive areas out in the cold air. Zach moaned with pleasure but was in tears from pain and humiliation. The burning and growth ceased simultaneously, leaving Zach gasping for air. He felt an immense pressure and pain in his groin/hip area. He looked down to see his shrunken package shrink even farther. His hip bones felt like they were being broken or bent. He grabbed a towel nearby and bit down as his hips popped into place. His package burnt away into his body as it receded into his new slit. The shifting of organs then continued, making Zach groan. All at once, the transformation ended. Zach collapsed to the ground and began sobbing. Things really didn't make sense, and she was scared, and God her body still hurt from all the changes. A twinge from Zach's crotch made her shiver. Suddenly, the pain and changes didn't seem to matter. Something else was concerning her. Zach pulled herself to her feet. Her nose caught the scent of her puke in the toilet. She turned up her nose and flushed the stuff away. Zach walked into her room and looked around. What she needed wasn't here. Zach wiggled her ass and giggled. She suddenly felt lighter and so clean. Then it hit her what she needed, sex. But she didn't have a man...her roommate was gone, but she did have herself and that made her feel completely fulfilled...except she needed a man too. She couldn't figure out what she wanted more, herself or a man. Zach shrugged and reached into his new crevice, basking in the warmth and pleasure coming from it. In that moment, all that had been Zach melted from her mind and she gave herself completely to the service of others and sex. *** Zach's front door opened up and a breeze of sweet fragrance mixed with a hint of sex filled the hallway. Val stared as what appeared to be Paris Hilton stepped out, completely nude and sending pheromones to all ends of the hallway. She grinned an evil little grin and began her walk down the hallway, checking each man over for the right stuff. She couldn't have just any man could she? As she passed Val, she tickled his check, sending a tingle all the way to his toes. All Val could think was "Damn." He watched the woman walk down the hallway checking each person, man or woman, until she happened upon a man she seemed to like, Doug. Val turned himself around and returned to his room, locking the door behind him. Inside, his roommate had gotten herself into a book and seemed to be concentrating excruciatingly hard. "Wow. I didn't know anyone studied in college, at least not around here," Val said. His roommate, Anna, looked up at him with a loathsome look on her face. She'd just moved in and was quite the counter to his slacker attitude. Anna was smoking hot, perfect rack and ass with an exotic face, but a real uptight bookworm. She returned to her book. "I wish you'd realize how hard it is to keep my grades up." Val shrugged. "Oh, I know. That's why I choose to take the middle road: drugs, sleep, and hookers. Wish you'd give it a try sometime." Val went into the restroom. When he returned, Anna was going at herself under the sheets on her bed. Val stood shocked. Anna caught him looking and stopped in anger. "Can't a girl get some time to herself around here?! Jesus Christ." She glared at Val. Val stammered for a few moments. "What happened to the studying?" Anna rolled her eyes. "I got bored, alright? I can't be studying all the time, life has more to it than that." Val was even more puzzled. "Sounds like something I'd say." Anna grinned. "Really? Cool. Now, if you'll please leave, unless you want to join me here, I have a fantasy lover to get back to. Hey, you can go pick up a pizza and a couple hookers while you're out. I fucking starving." Val stood mouth open at what he was hearing. Did she get into his stuff while he was in the restroom. What was up with the sudden change in chara...wait...did she join her? "Did you just offer to allow me to join you?" Anna shrugged and nodded. "Yeah, I mean, you're a man, I'm a woman, it's just sex." "I thought you were waiting till you were married." "Hmmm. Maybe I was. You went to the restroom and I started feeling all uptight so I decided to loosen up a little. Thanks for the advice. Now, you wanna get to it before I cool down or not?" Val weighed the choices in a split second and in the next three seconds, he was in bed with his hot roommate, clothes on the ground and snickers coming from under the covers. Anna shivered at Val first touch of her body. "Oooh. You send tingles all through me. Feels good." "Really?" Val went to work on her neck, ran his hands across her torso, and teased her vagina with the tip of his penis. Anna nodded with a moan of pleasure as he entered. "Yeah. But damn, this might be the best lay I've ever had, including my self sessions. Sex feels soooo good. I wish you could feel everything I'm feeling right now." Val's penis suddenly felt like it was caught inside her. She stopped her moans and groans as he stopped thrusting too. Val and Anna felt their pelvis regions burning, yet couldn't pull away from each other. Val panicked and looked into Anna's eyes, which were as panicked. They seemed to be glued together, but it was definitely a lot more painful than glue. They felt like they were on fire. Val found that his legs were then unable to move away from Anna's. "What's happening to us." Val couldn't hide the fear in his voice. Anna shook her head. Suddenly, their arms were stuck together as well. They were able to pull the arms around enough to get a view, and both almost screamed. Their arms seemed to be grown together. Val began wiggling, pulling Anna around with him, and hurting her even more in the process. "Stop, please." He stopped and she began crying. Val then felt his face pull around to face dead at Anna's and a irresistible force pulling him down toward her's. Anna couldn't turn her head as Val's dove straight into her face. The two wriggled to no avail as Val melted more and more into Anna. As Val's head disappeared into Anna, her face pulled itself from the merging flesh and gasped for air, filling twice the number of lungs. Then she exhaled twice the air. The next breath in felt normal as Val deteriorated completely into Anna. Ann stifled scream and lay frozen in the bed, not knowing what had happened. Then it came to her, all of Val's memories. She was Val...but no, she was Anna. She could feel the Val part of her struggling to free itself from Anna and what was Anna swallowing what was Val. Anna shook her head. What was happening to her? She gasped as she remembered being Val. Anna/Val ran her hands over her body inc confusion and fear before Anna's psyche swallowed him completely. His memories became hers and his drives became hers. Anna flopped down on her bed with a sigh. She needed to get laid, but she also needed to get high. She pulled on what had been Val's bathrobe, didn't matter to her whose it had been, everything felt like hers now. She then proceeded to the phone to make a few calls to some of Val's contacts and then to a few co-eds, seeing if they were interested in a four way. *** Anna patted the pizza man on the back, sending chills through his body. He proceeded out of the building, down the street to his car and began his drive back to the parlor. The pizza man sighed. This was the worst job he'd ever had. he wished h could get one of those infamous calls for a little "extra service". The pizza man's cell rang. "Yes?" he answered. It was the parlor. "You've got a delivery on East St. Don't forget," his manager said. "What're you talking about? I'm all out of any deliver..." The pizza man saw the pizza sitting beside him in the seat. How'd he forgotten that one? "Forgot already, eh? Well, get on it. I don't give people double- delivery duty often, so don't fail my little test of your skills, kay?" The phone clicked and the pizza man threw it down. He checked the address at the next red light. He was only a few blocks from the place it seemed. But something about the address messed with him. It looked familiar. The pizza man shrugged and drove onward to his destination. Upon arriving, he climbed out of his car, briefly glanced at were he was headed, grabbed the pizza, and headed for the door. He knocked and heard some hurried patter from inside and then the lock unlatching. The pizza man gasped as he saw the skimpily dressed woman before him, her tits spilling out the top of her tight tube top and her jet black hair spilling down to her tits and her vagina peeking out from below her mini skirt. The pizza man then gagged as he realized who it was he was looking at: his sister. "You're late pizza man," she mused in a sexy, husky voice. The pizza man couldn't register the image though his penis decided to respond, becoming erect at her image. He shook his head. "Casper?" he stammered. She nodded. "What're you doing?" "Calling for some...sausage." The pizza man suddenly felt himself lose control. Upon a quick glance into Casper's eyes, he could finally realize what was happening. She couldn't control herself either. "Well, I don't think there's any pepperoni on this thing. But maybe we can try and find some around here?" "Oh where, oh where would we ever be able to get some. I'm all out." "I might be packing a little. Not giving it up without a little 'wrestling match' first." They both grinned and the pizza man slipped into his sister's house to live out the cliche moment he had wished for. CHAPTER 3: A COUPLE "WITCHES" Sandra and Charlene collapsed in each other's arms after finishing their nightly ritual. They were casual "witches". In reality, they were just angry, young women who were very confused with their sexuality (but don't tell them that). Anyways, they sat in each other's arms for a while, giddy with the completion of their nightly "witch ritual" that involved little more than lighting a couple candles and doing some pot. The girls finally retired for the night, leaving the candles and incenses to burn themselves out. "Sandra, you think we're pretty powerful witches?" Charlene asked, her blonde locks framing her heavily made up yet innocent face. Sandra nodded, her black hair doing the same. "Of course, very powerful. Satan must be proud of us," Sandra replied. Charelene smiled. "Yeah. Cool." "Come on, let's go to bed." The two cuddled up and fell asleep. As the night crept by, a long shadow crept across the room, slipping under the duo's bed sheets. It swirled around Sandra's left leg and up her chest into her mouth, eyes, ears, and nose. Sandra, who had pulled away from Charlene in the middle of the night, squirmed as the darkness flooded her body and very being. The darkness covered her entire figure and the black figure squirmed as its already feminine features became more exaggerated. Finally, the form stopped squirming and the darkness pulled itself into Sandra's body. Sandra arose, her proportions almost took her breath away as she looked at herself and the skimpy clothing her pajamas had become. Was she wearing crotchless pants? Sandra leapt stealthily out of her bed and scampered into the restroom, not even stirring Charlene. Sandra stared at herself in the mirror. Her now D breasts were held up in a sort of leather push up piece which seemed to have no clasp to release it. Her pants, or lack thereof, were nothing more than detailed patterns of leather stretching down her legs, with no crotch and no underwear. Her face was more erotic and the heavy black makeup she had applied earlier was now barely there, only enhancing certain facial features. Sandra couldn't explain her transformation. Then she noticed her eyes, black as coal. No white at all, no iris, just complete black. As she stared, something gave way inside her and her persona realized its purpose. Sandra grinned an evil grin, her innocence no longer in existence. She spun and headed out into the sleeping area. Charlene had awoken and stared at Sandra. "Sandra?" Sandra shook her head. "No mortal. I am Mistress Diablo. Yes...that is my name." Sandra's voice still retained her own qualities, but something dark resonated behind it. Charlene was suddenly gripped by fear. "What happened to you?" "To me? Nothing my dear, I was simply born form the ashes of this pathetic soul. Mmmm...yes, you are Charlene, right? Yes, something keeps me from killing you right out, maybe the pathetic restraints of this soul. But no bother, I need a minion. Give yourself freely to me and I will spare you much pain." "Sandra...you barely look like you. Whatever's happened to you, I want to help you with." Mistress Diablo grinned. "Indeed. As you wish. This will hurt a little for only a moment and then it will feel much, much worse." Diablo brought her hand up and a wave of darkness flowed from it, and into Charlene's body. Charlene tensed up as whatever worked through her did its work. She crawled to Diablo's feet and then sat on her own legs and placed her hands on the ground as she looked helplessly at Diablo's face. She was paralyzed in the position. Something began to creep up her spine, sending immense pain back and forth through her nerve endings. "Ah, the easy part is almost over." Charlene felt tears come to her eyes as she felt her chest expand a couple sizes. Her makeup faded into the same shadows that graced Diablo's face. The thing in Charlene's spine continued all the way into the back of her skull. She regained control of her pain possessed body and grabbed at her head as she felt tiny bits of her personality begin to melt into something deeper. "Ah yes, my favorite part. Embrace me my servant and taste your mistress." Charlene sobbed as the changes progressed through her head. Memories of family and childhood became thoughts of lust and memories of pain if she didn't obey. Sinister thoughts flooded her mind, desire for lust and greed and pain. Charlene pulled herself up and began sporadic bursts of snickers. She finally looked up with red eyes at her mistress' vagina and shoved her face deep into it, the sweetness filling her mouth and being. After an eternity of lapping and immense warmth, Diablo ripped the young woman from her vagina by the ends of her hair. "Sit." "Yes mistress." Charlene laughed wickedly and obediently sat down on her haunches, removing her clothes and inserting her hands into her vagina and looking with a face slathered in juices at her mistress. "Command me." "Was that a command? I need to advice from slaves. But your services are needed yes. I need lust, lots and lots of lust. And greed. And pain. And it is your task to do that." "Anything for you Mistress. How should I go about it? Such a plan is too advanced for someone as simple as me." "Well, we are at a place called 'college'. This place is teeming with lust, and a hint of greed. Just a few pushes in the right places and we will have our home. You are the first to turn and as such will be my example to the new to our cause. For now, I want you to find whatever humans you can who would submit to sexual acts with you or me. Bring them here and they will become the simplest of my slaves, even simpler than yourself. If need be, give them the taste they need before you bring them here, your fluids will weaken their minds and make them in a way your slaves for a while. That is your task. Now go. I must explore this body, and sustain my needs." Charlene nodded and removed her hands. She climbed up and began to dress for her excursion, blending in was of utmost priority. People couldn't realize that something was really wrong until it was too late to stop anything. "Mistress, what about our friends? Those of Sandra and myself I mean." Diablo nodded. "They must be turned immediately. I will handle them, you continue recruit others." Charlene nodded, buttoned her shirt, and walked out the door with a wink. *** Those who would miss Sandra and Charlene now bowed before Mistress Diablo in a small house on the outskirts of the city. Their eyes glowed red as they massaged their young, enhanced forms. Parents, attendance workers, friends, distant relatives, they were all there. All had been turned by the mistress. The men made younger and thinner and more well endowed below. The women the same but their forms more exaggerated. Weeks had passed in their recruitment, but by the time anyone realized anything was wrong, Diablo had turned them. Charlene had been bringing in steady recruits from other sources during the time, adding to her small army. Since then, she had moved the group off campus to a small house, which was rapidly filling up. Just a few more innocent souls and she would have all the lust she needed. She signaled for the minions to return to their lustful proceedings or in some cases, harmful intentions to others. Four young women carried a man into the room. They were the most loyal of Diablo's minions. The man they carried struggled. "Who is this?" the Mistress demanded. "We want him as our sister, now," the four said in unison. Diablo dismissed their demanding tone and nodded. "I trust he will make a good one?" "Yes, very." Diablo smiled and lifted her hand, the darkness flowing into the man. "Change into my loyal servant and lover. Embrace the sisterhood." The man's figure began to shift as the four women released him to the floor. He groaned loudly and eventually began to scream. His frame became more feminine. His body rejected its maleness and demanded that he become female immediately. The darkness in his body worked its way into his soul and much as with Charlene, he lost himself. In a matter of moments, a blonde bombshell climbed up to embrace her mistress' vagina. Then she left the mistress to join her sisters. The five women left, their rainbow of hair flipping around and around as they strutted to the private quarters. Yes, all was well. All was very well for Diablo. She smiled and disappeared in a poof of smoke. CHAPTER 4: A LITTLE BACKWOODS HEALING The small Nature Studies group of five made its way through the vast woods behind the college. The part they had worked their way into now really hadn't been disturbed in a hundred years and the plant life was astounding. Pencils flew across sketchbooks at the various stopping points. The students saw what they'd always dreamt of. As the sun began to set, the lead student, Chuck, decided to turn back. Problem was, the group had inadvertently lost its way in trying to not lose its way. They wandered till the sun did go down, at which point their flashlights flipped on. Chuck eventually led the group to a large, three-story home in the middle of the woods. Chuck scratched his head at the sight through the darkness, but shrugged it off. It was shelter. He led the group up to the house. The place was definitely wearing down, but everything seemed sturdy. Another student in the group, C.K., was able to open the locks on the front door with ease. Chuck nodded them all inside and was the last one to enter after everyone had found their way into the strange house. Inside, the house was empty as expected but the amount of space in even such a large house was breath taking. Chuck broke away from the group to inspect the house while they took care of rolling out their sleeping bags on the massive living room floor. He found his way to the stairs and took them up to the third floor, which consisted of several empty bedrooms and a restroom with its door just ajar. Something strange drew him toward the restroom but before he could push the door inward a scream came from the first floor. Chuck ran down the stairs, tripping at the bottom an gashing his knee up bad on the floorboards. He ran into the kitchen area to find Kristina and Julie, the two women on the trip, standing over three skeletons. Chuck pushed the girls back from the skeletons, C.K. and Jim escorted them from the room. Chuck inspected the skeletons. They seemed to have been in the room for several years, decades even. The skeletons were tangled in each other's arm, probably cuddling for warmth. Come to think of it, the house was pretty chilly. Chuck went down on one knee to get closer and move the skeletons out. He noticed a warmth around his knee and lifted himself back up. He'd put his knee down into what seemed to be a large section of slimy muck on the floor, like mildew. He brushed the muck off his gash and cursed. Just what he needed was an infection. Chuck decided to move the bodies out of the house and then break into his pack for his first aid kit, where he might have some antibiotics. He drug the skeletons outside and then returned into the living area, where C.K. and Jim were calming the girls down with some sort of story. "And he still can't drive by himself anymore," C.K. finished up. The group looked at Chuck. "I moved them out back so don't go out there if you'd rather not get another look," Chuck said. The girls nodded, obviously much calmer. "Now if you'd excuse me, I need to get my first aid kit. I don't want this thing getting infected." "Whatta ya think happened?" Jim asked as Chuck broke out his first aid kit and applied some antibiotics to his gash. "I fell and gashed my knee on a nail or something. No mystery." "No, the bodies. You think they froze to death or did someone kill them." "Jim, shut up," Kristina urged. She still looked upset. Julie didn't look much happier but just rolled her eyes and turned over on her sleeping bag. It was no use trying to stop Jim from freaking people out. "I'm just wondering. We may have some big mystery on our hands. Maybe there's some sort of reward for the killer. It'd be nice to know any way. They might've froze to death, that'd be bad for us." "They probably did freeze to death, but look at them: no sleeping bags or, strangely enough, clothes. We're one up on them already." Chuck nodded in agreement. Kudos to C.K. for calming everyone down. He didn't want a big uproar right now. This was already stressful enough. He was already feeling weak from it. "Alright, let's get to bed. We might as well try and get up early tomorrow and try to make it back soon as possible. People won't be so worried then. The professors are already going to be pissed off." The group fixed their bags for sleep. Chuck pulled himself into his for warmth, he was getting colder and colder every moment. He was shivering in fact. The others seemed to be fine, so he just shrugged it off to stress and dozed off. *** The peaceful night was interrupted as the front door flew open and Chuck rolled out, gasping for air. His body was burning up now. It literally felt like he was on fire. And he couldn't catch his breath. Somehow, the others hadn't woken up in his quick exodus outside. The ground felt cool to him, as did the outside air, but he was still on fire. He felt something pop and almost screamed. Except something held him back. This was painful, but he was extremely calm inside. In fact, his gasping was the only outward sign of any trouble and that felt natural as well. What was happening to him? Chuck drug himself against a tree and continued his gasping. He could feel his skin moving against the ground, and painful spasms under his skin as muscle shifted around. His bones popped and cracked as something shifted around in him. He could feel his organs, external and internal, reorganizing themselves. Something brushed past his shoulders and scratched at his back like dried grass. A weight grew on Chuck's chest. He felt his body and mind itself getting lighter. Chuck's gasping quickened and for a few moments a feeling of wrong swept across him, and he almost panicked. "What?" The word left his lips and then Chuck went silent. His mind gave way to a new set of drives, more primitive and definitely not human. They weren't even really clear thoughts in any given language, just urges with vague images of what to do to satisfy them. If anything, they translated to "multiply" and "feed". Chuck's new body climbed to its feet and stretched out its muscles for the first time. Chuck's clothes felt restricting to the new organism. It pulled at them till they gave way. The cool are felt good on Chuck's cooling body. A smell floated across to the organism and it perked up. Its urges focused on the objective at hand. Chuck made its way back to the house and, with what little of Chuck's knowledge remained, closed the door behind it. *** Jim awoke to a strange warmth coming from his crotch, and a sucking sensation on his penis. He smiled dreamily as he was half awake. He awoke fully as an orgasm swept through his body. He sat up straight into a kiss from some unknown assailant. The kiss lasted a while, despite the taste of his on semen permeating the mouth. The kisser finally broke away. Jim ran his hands around the assailant's body in the dark to confirm his lover was a female and then the two made their way quietly into a bedroom on the second floor. His flashlight revealed a Hispanic woman as his partner. She seemed to be in her thirties, about a small C cup, with wide child bearing hips. She tackled him in the restroom and slathered him with her kisses. The two made love for a few hours until the woman broke away as Jim realized his fate. She played with herself and occasionally Jim's growing ass as he lay stomach down on the bedroom floor, gasping. Though Jim didn't want to transform, he did nothing to fight it. His body burned even more as his melanin darkened his skin to a medium tan. His ass grew to stunning proportions, making him yelp and moan as it painfully sculpted itself (this would be his best feature and the lure for his food). Jim pulled his now golden brown hair from his face as he arched his back to pop his spine into place and as his tits began to push out. He gasped for air faster as his body heated up during his breasts' growth. When they finished, Jim cradled his small tits in his hands as his internal organs shifted around and his vagina opened for the first time. The heat between her legs amazed Jim, but she kept cuddling herself, calming herself during the changes. This all felt natural to her now, the pain and heat was necessary and nothing to her. Jim's body tensed up as his brain and mind completed the final shift. Slowly, the new woman relaxed as her new drives were realized. She turned to her lover and mother and inserted her hand seductively into the other woman's vagina. Her "mother" smiled and returned the favor. *** C.K. was a bit more fortunate than the others. He awoke to find Kristina and Julie struggling with two figures in the dark. Their squeals sent him into action, knocking the feminine figures off the two girls. He flipped on the lantern to find the two attackers pulling themselves up off the ground, both had lust in their eyes. He stepped back as the two slowly advanced on him. One leapt at him, the one with the smaller tits, and planted a kiss right on his lips. He shoved her away into the other. He looked down to find Julie and Kristina panting rapidly, their feminine forms shifting ever so slightly, enhancing certain areas while reducing others. They both developed deep tans as C.K. worked his way up the stairs and he could hear their bones beginning to crack. That was about all he allowed himself in on. Whatever was happening to them, he doubted that he could help in any way. C.K. ran up the stairs and flung himself into the small restroom, locking the door behind him. He looked around with the lantern still in hand to see what was in here. Only a lone book sat on the basin top. C.K. set the lantern down and picked the book up. It was a journal. No name was given but the first entry was dated July 8, 1954. July 8, 1954-Forest Home My two companions and I have just arrived at the house. One being Dan of course and the other is a wetback that we hired back in town, Juan. He works hard enough so I can't say much to discredit him. All in all, he's a good guy, though short on English. The workers have done a nice job and after we complete inspection of our new backwoods home, we'll head back into town where I'll call my girl Jackie and get her down here. This house will hopefully be the first of many in the new subdivision planned for the region. A little forest neighborhood should get no complaints. For a little while at least, Dan and I can study the wildlife, mostly plants. Botany has always held a spot in my heart. Though you probably knew that being my journal and all. Whatever form you come in, I feel like past editions are still part of the new you. Well, I gotta get to inspecting the rest of the house. Later. July 9, 1954-Forest Home We got held up in the home for a while longer than expected. Dan and I got excited about the wildlife out here and then night crept up on us. The plants and animals seem especially abundant here. Strangely enough, females appear to make up most of the population here. Further study is definitely needed. Juan was attacked by a raccoon earlier today, he's grown extremely irratible since then, he keeps complaining it is especially cold in here when our thermometer is saying 90 on average. Mayb he's come down with something severe. I don't know, but we'll take him in tomorrow when we head back, get the poor guy checked out. July 16, 1954 I am now starting a log of my findings of the new organisms that have spawned from my two companions. It has been a week since I entered anything in this journal so the events between now and then are in mystery. Since I now have the time while held up in one room, I will make log of them so I can look back on it in case of questions ot if in the case this gets worse and someone else stumbles upon this area. Juan was infected over week ago by some strange disease, which I have been able to culture and study since then. It turned Juan into a female...but not of the human species. She appears human in all respects, but on the inside from closer examination ala autopsy she is fundamentally different. In fact, this species may not have sex, as it is a collective bacteria of some sort. The thing seems to have chosen the human female as it biological disguise, mostly because of the number of possible receiving points for food. As Dan found out the hard way, before he too transformed, the thing feeds on other bacteria and semen if ingested. All entrances (vagina, mouth, anus) seem to be connected into the digestive track where if I'm correct, specialized bacteria have grown to digest the living matter and spread it through the rest of the body. It is amazing how the bacteria has assimilated human genetics. As it shifted from the raccoon blood into human blood, it had to assimilate new attributes and desires. It knows how to use appearances to gain sex. In fact, sex itself has become part of the disease's activities. I believe the bacteria uses it to keep itself active and keep blood flowing. As Juan was the first to be turned, his Latin blood passed on to Dan and now he too is a Hispanic woman. About three days after Juan had turned, the day Dan finally was infected, Marlena showed up looking for us. She too was turned. I was able to grab Juan and secure him without being infected myself. I know because I have yet to change and the changes seem to occur within hours of being infected in a normal case. Unless it lies dormant in me, I should be fine for now. As the life faded from Juan I noticed some of the bacteria within her pool together, apparently going into some sort of stasis. I believe the bacteria can only survive in close proximity of more of itself. Therefor it hasn't been able to spread very far from this area. I believe only a little of Dan and Marlena exist withing their new selves as they have now changed species completely. They seem to know how to open doors and other basic things such as that but nothing more. They do not respond to words, but only as another noise. They themselves have lost a large amount of brain mass, probably used for other parts of the body. The nervous system remains intact though, allowing for human movement and though they know no language gibberish will occasionally come from them. My friend and lover are now deceased for all intents and purposes. Though their souls have become something different. There may be a cure but I doubt I shall find it here. And I have no idea how it would work. My best bet would be to kill them and burn this area to the ground, but I keep hope of saving my friends alive. Juli 12, 18721 As I suzpected, the thing lied dormant in my blood. The changez hit me this morning and I am quickly wriiteng this. The thingy is in my bran already, I'm losing bran mas. So langage is disapering. Hopfuly, we wil starv and this wil en. It fels god but I wan tu di. Plez help m The journal entry ended there. The owner had probably turned at that point. It didn't matter to C.K. now anyways. He had dropped the book at that point to look at his growing chest. The changes had hit while he was concentrating on the book. And the natural feeling of it had covered it up. C.K. moaned as his feet went out from beneath him. Gravity pulled heavily at his enormous D tits as he went to his knees. His hips flared out and he looked up through his blonde hair into the mirror and moaned. The woman in the mirror was nothing less than a fuckable 17 year old Hispanic girl with huge tits. His eyes went from a deep blue to a brown as he stared. C.K.'s body tensed up and a look of extreme panic gripped his face as his mind melted down into the primitive state of one of the women. C.K. relaxed her new drives took over. Her clothes were already tattered from the extreme proportions of her tits and ass, so she easily tugged them off. C.K. stretched her muscles out for the first time. She was hungry. She closed the door behind her as she headed downstairs to her sisters. Something told the primitive mind that others would come soon, maybe looking for her. She would be hunted. It frightened her. But her drives also made her the hunter and extremely hungry. Her prey was coming and she had lots of births to give out. C.K.'s primitive mind shut down as the girl who had been Kristina put her mouth over C.K.'s nipple and sucked. A warm hand in her vagina assured C.K. all was well. The two peacefully went into their wild sex. THE END...SORT OF This is the end of this collection of shorts. Each short will get at least one follow up story as most were really incomplete and meant to continue. Anyone who would like to use any short aside from "A Little Epidemic" to continue into the larger stream can contact me. I don't mind at all. I would just like to know and if anything have a little credit for inspiring the new story. If not, I'll be doing my continuations anyways. Hope you enjoyed this collection. As I said it grew out of the Kristie story. Anywho, you guys keep reading and I'll keep writing. Please leave reviews because this is a bit experimental for me and I'd really like to know how well it went over. Or I can know if it sucked and stop my horrid writing once and for all. Later.