Jess Scott had a hard time getting back to her room. She couldn't stop glancing back at the redhead sexpot at the desk, and every time she did the gaze stuck longer. Not that she felt too bad -- despite her innocent act and porn-librarian glasses, Rachael was clearly out to attract attention. How else to explain the immaculately-coiffed orange tresses? Or the incredibly tight fit of her yellow dress, exposing bountiful cleavage. The woman may not stick out her chest or pout, but she didn't need to. She'd done all the work already.
When she finally did reach her room, she hoped it was unoccupied so she could, well, work out some of the issues that Rachael had caused her. Instead, she opened the door to find Rachael on one of the beds. (How?) She was nude except for a large pendant set with a block stone, resting between her enormous breasts. Her glasses were gone. And she was huge -- taller than before, legs hanging well off the edge of the bed, with taut, mountainous muscles. None of this was possible -- something had gone wrong in her brain. Clearly she was hallucinating. She turned and tried to open the door. It was locked. She reared a fist back to bang on the door and found herself frozen. She tried to scream but could make no sound. Involuntarily she was turning in Rachael's direction again.
"Normally I would try to seduce you, but I'm in a bad mood," Rachael said, fingering her onyx pendant. "So I'll just take you."
A jolt of pure heat ran straight from Jess's sex to the rest of her body, but she couldn't show it. Instead she kicked off her sneakers, then walked across the room, calm and deliberate, each step another jolt, ascending her, refusing to be the climax. She fought the compulsion, but it was far too strong. As she drew closer, she perceived the scent of the girl. There was sex, yes, the musk of the girl's sex, but also a sublime ambient sweetness, too pure to be perfume, too complex to be natural. There was something compelling in it, and her movements looked somewhat less forced as Rachael allowed Jess's will to merge somewhat with her compulsion, as long as they were heading in the same direction.
Jess reached the bed, and her body arranged itself beside Rachael. She slithered into a kiss, her own lips feeling cool against the warm beestung lips of the redhead. Rachael's breastflesh pressed against Jess's thin shirt; their nipples touched; Rachael jolted slightly. Rachael pressed the kiss, and Jess's tongue was exploring hers, but one of the larger girl's teeth felt strange, metallic, and as soon as she found it she was forced to withdraw, much against her will, and while still reeling she felt Rachael slide over to bite Jess's neck. The girl went still momentarily, as the Seraph chip detached from Rachael's gums and two teeth regrew in its place. Rachael looked slightly flushed, and her pendant gave off a slight glow.
"Fuck, I've always wanted to do it that way," Rachael breathed. "Not sure why. Anyway, you've probably figured out that I'm not really Rachael, but now that the Seraph's in you it doesn't matter. That was a lot of work, but now I can control you easily, so just forget I said that, okay?" Jess nodded blankly. "To you, I'm Rachael, and, ah-- you've violated dorm rules and need to be punished. I'll try not to hurt you too bad, human, but pretend I am. Oh, one last thing."
Onyx-as-Rachael reached for another embrace, and it seemed to Jess that the redhead's body heat was flowing into her. The dark-skinned woman grew -- crying out a bit, though the process was far more pleasurable than painful -- until she was nearly seven feet tall, with boobs bigger than her head which her shirt somehow, barely, stretched to accommodate. Her muscles seemed like a goddess's, and she felt the energy from them, although they, like the rest of her, still paled in comparison to Rachael. And when the growth stopped, she noticed another feeling, too -- a pulsation against her thigh. Jess couldn't freely turn to look, but when her body moved out of the way she saw Rachael now had what looked like a huge, bright red latex dildo growing above her crotch --- but it quivered as though it were alive.
"Jessica . . . you got home quite late last night. Made quite a racket." Jess's mind stretched, suddenly forgetting that she had only just arrived, and painting a new reality around it. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I'm sorry, Miss Norfolk," came the words, no longer strictly scripted, but a product of her mind's new narrative. "I know the rule: no unauthorized parties on a school night."
"I appreciate that you enthralled several people there, including one we can use, but you must clear these things with me. You will have to be punished."
"Yes, Miss Norfolk."
A few tears, not sincerely felt, escaped Jess's eyes. She whimpered as if terribly afraid. Inside she was excited. Rachael perceived both emotions simultaneously, and a shiver of excitement went through her body. The latex cock pulsed and grew, now quite thick and well over a foot long, though Jess's newly enhanced body could easily cope.
"Disrobe. Not too fast."
Jess unbuttoned her jeans, incredibly skintight against her newly rounded ass and taut muscles, unzipped the fly, and slid the pants off. Her panties followed, exposing her drenched pussy. She didn't understand why she had been asked to play this game with Miss Norfolk, but she was enjoying it. She squealed as her fire-haired mistress grabbed her and hoisted her onto the bed. She landed on her knees, her gash positioned frighteningly close to the pulsing red plasticine monster ladycock, which had started dribbling its own slightly shiny pink lube.
The pseudo-Rachael reached behind Jess's back, gave a wild grin, and slammed her tool in. Jess cried out, and a flood of tears escaped, a bit of which landed in Rachael's mouth. Rachael groaned, sating herself by pretending she was hurting the changed woman, while the empathy feedback from the girl's true pleasure enhanced her own. With every barbaric thrust her stress decreased, and she was finally able to forget her situation. For a time, almost intentionally, she even forgot who she was, and imagined that she really was Rachael, punishing a wayward charge. It was easier to live in that world, and it allowed her to delight fully in the sensations of each magical plasticflesh thrust pushing past resistance, each envelopment by hardsoft flesh, each smell, the blending of her charge's old scent with her new pheromones and esthetic flights of fancy in overdrive, safflower, cinnamon, lime, and sex, steaming together, and when she licked the girl's huge breast and her false tears and true sweat mixed with the other sensations in her mouth and she went up to kiss those soft lips she felt she was truly in another world and no longer at home, and she felt that soon she would be free, and when the fakereal cock jerked once, twice, and spasmed inside the girl it finally and totally unlocked that freedom. Rachael lay there with Jess atop her, the girl's newly massive bulk only barely registering as she swooned, not quite falling asleep but with her eyes closed, cock still magically hard and pumping out a steadily decelerating stream of pink spunk that dribbled all over and out of Jess's canal, onto her legs and onto Rachael, and the strawberry scent of Rachael's latest invention mingled with all the other scents and sensations until Jess, too, was high on life, her mandate to pretend pain gone, smiling and openly enjoying the languorous feeling for a very, very long time.
Angel, dressed more modestly in a simple white top and navy blue slacks, jogged out of Leaf dorm and headed towards the administration building. She looked spectacular, and got a lot of attention from the boys, which she ignored. The same sort of impulse that had told her to change now told her where to go. When she concentrated on the thought, it seemed to come from the same part of her consciousness that worked when she entered into the Seraph interface. That was a vague feeling, but it seemed to make sense: Onyx must be instructing her, or have left instructions with her, through the chip (which Onyx said had reconstituted itself somewhere within her body.)
It occurred to Angel that this was a much easier way to learn -- and to have a lot of people learn the same things quickly, too. And yet, Onyx had spent hours teaching her personally. There must have been a reason for it. Angel wasn't too sure what that was, and began to worry that she was getting in the way. She'd worked out that Onyx was planning to take control of a lot of people, maybe everyone, and her owner seemed to be worried about doing it quickly. Had Angel been delaying her? Was it because there was something wrong with her, or did Onyx just enjoy her company?
Unable to come up with an answer, Angel refocused on the world around her. She was already standing in front of the building, gaping indecisively. She went ahead to the door, staggering slightly as a new wave of information hit. She felt a compulsion to start rifling through the occupants' minds for information, and then she started doing it, though she didn't understand how, even in the moment. How she sorted through it she had even less of a clue, but in the end a plan developed, and she understood.
A tired Onyx reentered Jess's mind as her hair began to darken, from Rachael's orange-red to her usual black. Slowly, her face began to shift the relatively little distance that it needed to cover. From one idealized form to another.
"I'm not really Rachael at all, of course. But you knew that."
"Of course, Goddess." Jess was tired too, but cat-contented, snuggled against her owner.
"I have made Rachael oblivious to her ascended state. I wanted to instruct her personally. But I will give her over to your care now. Don't worry -- you'll receive the knowledge you need to go on your way, and to help her find her own."
"Thank you . . ."
Onyx, now wholly in her preferred form, smiled, kissed Jess's forehead, and, as before, embraced her. No more strength flowed into the brown girl from Onyx's pale flesh, but much skill, and a detailed set of instructions, passed from Onyx's bloodstream and metalstream into Jess's. The process was nearly as pleasurable, and Jess departed with regret.
The alien invader considered the door. "Soon, this really will be her," Onyx said. She checked quickly to confirm the soundness of the electric field around the room, threatening non-Seraphim who might disturb her. As it was in working order, she closed her eyes, exhaled, and asked her body to send her into a one-hour nap, which it swiftly did.
Tally Smith was important. She had to remind herself of the fact constantly when she was on the job, lest she lose focus and swoon into self-doubt. But it was plainly true. As the administrative assistant to the dean, she not only managed Dr. Rosenstock's schedule and appointments -- she set the dean's agenda in a fuller sense. She had to understand the budget, try to make sure everything fit in, and decide what to do about it when it didn't. Several departments had their own representatives at meetings, but Tally was the one who put everything together.
The brunette adjusted her carefully styled hair and sighed onto a stack of internal memos. She wasn't ever expecting to have this much responsibility as a kid a few months out of college. And it wasn't as if she was able to exercise any real power. Anything controversial she could suggest could be overruled. No, she just had to work hard, and help juggle the livelihoods of the 50,000 people on campus. It was a hard thing. But if she could convince herself that she mattered because of it, it was easier.
A knock on the door. Tally got up, being careful not to wrinkle her but before she got anywhere close, the door opened. A stunning young woman with pale blonde hair, wearing a white chiffon top, let herself in. She strode over with a businesslike gait and met Tally in the center of the room.
"I'm taking over this office," she said, with a bit too much verve.
"Well, nice to meet-- ow!"
The girl had jabbed the back of her neck with something. Before Tally could scream, her body was frozen. Her mouth closed, her hands went to her side, and she could only stare straight ahead, unable to see what Angel was doing.
Angel waited for about thirty seconds, then pressed her diamond pendant against the back of Tally's neck, where the chip had entered. The pendant glowed with a pink light, copying her body's state for later reconstruction. She did the same thing to the back of her own neck. Then she grabbed Tally's waist from behind. The other girl's skin faded to a uniform metallic hue. Tally's face was blank as the liquid metal of her body flowed into Angel's. The girl moaned softly as she grew, legs and torso shooting towards the ceiling, muscles and boobs shooting outwards, all rippling, reforming and eventually stabilzing.
The girl's facial features shifted, to a hybrid dominated by Tally's stronger face, but with the wider eyes and thicker lips of Angel. And within her mind another transformation was occurring. The unchallengeable plan called for it exactly, but neither girl's mind was truly receptive. Yet an amalgam was made to work anyway, and soon after it was instantiated the new brain self-corrected, patched over its differences and took stock of its body. It was an excessive one, by local standards: eight feet tall, with plenty of energy to grow; healthy curls at the edge of transition from golden-blonde to brown; ballooning breasts stretching the limits of Angel's old top. She took Tally's jacket from the floor, and manipulated its structure so it was large enough to button. It still didn't hide anything, and that was fine with her.
Her name was Tally Fawn, and she was now very important indeed.