Consolation Prize

Jennifer heard the door shut hard. She bolted up and saw Eleanor shut the blinds and turn the lock. Up close, Jennifer was shocked at the changes to her hall mate.

When the girl had dashed clumsily through the doorway and into the night half an hour and a half ago, she had been nothing but a waif. El was the scrawny, scrappy otaku girl. Not anymore.

It was as if the girl had undergone a second puberty in her time away. The formerly loose and ratty Spider-Man shirt now lifted high above El's toned and supple belly. A pair of inhumanly pert, firm breasts about the size volleyballs stretched the fabric tight across her chest.

El was curvy perfection, topped with inhuman beauty and for a moment, Jennifer was lost in it.

"Where is Yuki?" El snapped, breaking Jennifer out of her trance.

"What?"

"She must have come back, did you see her?"

"No," Jennifer shook her head. "No I haven't seen her."

"Goddamnit," El growled. Then she fixed her eyes hard on Jennifer. Cold eyes, full of hunger.

El moved on Jennifer like an animal, pouncing with inhuman grace. She landed on her RA and locked lips with the girl, tainted saliva flowing between them.

Jennifer's head went cloudy and her limbs weak as she collapsed onto the couch. She could smell El's hot breath, floral yet musky.

El tore at Jennifer's blue Jeans, fishing open the buttons and yanking the zipper, revealing pink panties below.

Then El yanked down her shorts, feeling the cool air on her full ass cheeks and glistening pussy. She yearned for this. Jennifer was no Yuki, but she would do just fine for a first taste.

El's bulk erupted from her tainted slit. It was a formless, multicolored mass of gelatinous tentacles wiggling around a firm stalk. It wiggled in the air, scenting its prey.

With a hard yank, El shredded Jennifer's panties, eliciting a yelp from the helpless woman.

El took a moment to appreciate her RA's last few moments of humanity. The chick was cute, El had to admit. The girlish pixie-cut and her button nose and freckles. A decent body to top it all off.

"Open wide," El growled.

"Nooo!" Jennifer blubbered.

She grabbed Jennifer's firm breasts in each hand and thrust the writhing tentacle flesh into Jennifer's pussy. The world around her melted into pure bliss.

***

It's 10:00 p.m. The campus is waking up. Young, **** students emerge into the darkness to start partying, unaware of the darkness now lurking on their once safe campus.

***

El slowly pulled her girth out Jennifer's violated slit. The shaft emerged as a smooth tube of jellied flesh, all the writhing tendrils having detatched inside the spasm girl below El. With a wet pop, El pulled out the tip: a fat, glowing eye.

The hunger was a real problem now. El felt so weak from the encounter, which had lasted far longer than she expected.

Staring down at her handiwork, El saw that the RA was already changing dramatically. Slippery tendrils writhed from Jennifer's pussy and asshole. Her body was already shaping up and filling out as well.

Black veins rippled from Jennifer's blank, vacant eyes. Eyes that burned red.

El covered the soiled woman in a blanket she found on the desk next to the couch and left the room.