He Follows His Instincts

Darryl’s considerations were cut short.

The Idol would have all this place's souls.

Lunging into a full bolt away from Nia he resolved to leaving her wait. Confident that her soul too would be claimed.

Nia took the suddenly exiting beast as a final hope, hope that she stalled it enough for that person to escape for help, hope that she might yet get away as she redoubled her efforts to get out of the open and hide if not escape the nights horrors.

Nia tried to stay focused on her slow crawl, trying to ignore the growing screams of delight from the bitten woman now off to one side, and the wet kissing and salacious moans of her former friends and coworkers behind her.

She paused as she watched another man she previously hadn’t noticed slowly moan agonizingly as a spray of fluids erupted into the air around him as his body seemed to melt away into the ground, his body absorbed alongside so many others sanctifying the hotel grounds for the Idol.

“Oh god…” Nia suddenly moaned hefting herself from the ground to glimpse and see what the source might be for the strange sensation she just felt. There was nothing unusual that she could see.

“HARDER! GIV… EET… TOO… ME….” The screams of delight drew Nia’s eyes widely to the woman from before. She appeared to be perched on her knees as if straddling something, leering hungrily at Nia. Her naked form fully exposed to the night as she fondled her now 5 breasts teasing the nipples in kind.

She understood the desire of her attacker, and her body was changing to fulfill his desires, her desires. The Idol's needs. As she massaged the breasts on the side where Darryl hadn’t ripped her breast off she felt her lower nipple slowly dividing again, ‘Good' she thought as she enjoyed the cock like penetrations from the ground, the manifestations of the soulless desires she helped create, if not another soulless remnant from the Idol's worldly claims.

Nia shook her head, what was happening to that woman? Was this some kind of sickness? Nia was torn between watching in utter disbelief at the changes over coming the woman, utter fascination, and terror. Nearby, she debated trying to glance back and see if similar changes were over taking Tasha and Tia. Were they happening to her?

She had to get moving. She felt her breath quicken, her heart pounding with panic and concern.

“Where you going girl?” The voice froze Nia with its overwhelming familiarity, although now it was weighted in sultry emphasis and invite.

“She isn’t trying to just leave us, is she?” Nia didn’t want to dare looking.

Feeling a hand on her shoulder Nia gasped, not just in shock but at the strange surge of energy into her shoulder. Turning her head slightly there was no mistaking Tasha standing there.

“Tasha… but… your…” Nia didn’t finish her question as her eyes travelled down her changed friend. Her face was still recognizable but only just, her shoulder slung leanly as her breasts billowed out perfectly, her dark nipples protruding into the cold night air on the perfectly hanging G cup mounds.

Her formerly flabby stomach appeared elegantly carved, leading down to her flared hips, and hairless mons.

But that isn’t what caused Nia pause, those changes were minor next to the digitrade legs Tasha now sported, a tail already starting to wag from the bottom of Tasha's ass by a foot as her body seemed to be paused in its transformation.

“Don’t fight it. Its only trying to make us better.” Tasha enthusiastically gushed, looking over at Tia suckling on one of the now six breasted woman’s nipples, the corrupt milk flowing from them advancing the mental and physical changes in Tia as she listened to the impulses to make her a better, more craven servant of the Idol.

“GET AWAY!”

“STOP!”

“WE NEED TO GET HELP!”

Nia’s assorted shouts and screams went unheeded, echoing with futility off the empty driveway wall. Tia disdainfully parted from the breast she was suckling to aid Tasha in easily grabbing hold of the struggling woman and dragging her back closer to the hotel. The third corrupted woman moving to drain life if not soul from anyone else left out on the asphalt, further corrupting her as yet to be fully yielded soul and body.

Successfully getting a hand hold in on the asphalt Nia’s slight jubilation at halting being pulled back to the hotel was short lived.

“If you want to leave so bad then why don’t you just walk?” Tia taunted, drawing Nia’s attention to her corrupted leg, exposed bone and blackened veins pulsed, passively sustaining her life at her subconscious consent as her will impeded further changes.

Gazing back to her firmly holding hand Nia gasped in shock, her now clawed hand releasing the entrenched hold it had dug into the asphalt.

Nia struggled to swat and fend the two of women off, soon finding herself with **** eventually but to sit back against the building as they made out, fondled, and fingered each other before her. Their heads taking equal turns looking to her wantonly and invitingly.

This is when she noticed the claw marks, Tasha’s back forming stripes of red hair along the claw marks, her otherwise black colouration reaching out from there to where it seemed to be stopping to frame her bare almond coloured skin across breasts, belly and mons.

Tia however sported five red lines down from her collar bone, her skin having grown blacker out from them, her nipples sitting atop her now obsidian skin a chocolate brown and white fur reaching across her back.

“Mmm… I never caught your name.” Tia finally asked the woman who she had been suckling from as she joined the duo.

“Does it matter? I’m just a bitch here to nourish you into stronger damnation.” She replied enthusiastically, her entire body was now a sandy brown, bright pink nipples perched atop 4 large C cup tits and topped by two E cup breasts. Her back was developing a glossy coat reminiscent of a malinoise as her hair shifted from a mid back length ponytail into a pelt.

Pulling both Tasha and Tia in tight to her breasts Bitch moaned, her cries of pleasure slowly shifting to a wonderful howl as she awaited the return of their liberator.

Nia leaned against the building stuck in disbelief. She kept her clawed hand held outwards, pointed away from her. Her legs were folded up against her chest, clamped there by her unchanged hand as she dealt with coming to terms with the changing women before her.

All while wondering just how much time she had left, and if there was anything to be done.

Were Tasha and Tia next? Their twisted sexually craven inhuman forms drawn to be killed at the sexual peak of the feral monster that was changing them all?