Karen barges in.

Karen cursed under her breath as she burst into the locker room in a rush. If fucking David hadn't hogged one of the machines she could have gotten her full workout in.

Now she had to grab a shower and get ready for her impending shift.

In fact, she was so pissed off about her work out she didn't even notice Judy sitting in the buff on the bench in the middle of the room.

Judy just gazed at Karen's athletic form as the sports bra and yoga pants were angrily hurried off and tossed into the locker. Her raven ponytail pulled out draping over one shoulder stopping just shy of the tiny nipple on her well formed C cups.

As Karen turned to head to the shower she jumped and shrieked in surprise at the formerly leering blonde offering a towel in wait behind her.

"JESUS Judy! I just about punched you."

"Well if you weren't so preoccupied with your workout problems, you might have noticed me here all along." Judy replied, she relished how Karen's eyes seemed to drift across her body. No doubt her pheromones had filled the room.

"Did you uh.. change some... Wait since when do you just hang out here naked?" Karen blushed, she couldn't believe what she almost said. She couldn't recall ever looking too closely at any of the other officers here, maybe she just hadn't noticed Judy was so hot before.

She definitely hadn't noticed such a hard to resist draw to look at her before.

"I just finished drying. I really needed a shower after the day I had. I'm sure you'll relate." Judy responded, her smile broadening as Karen wrapped the corrupted towel around her form.

"See ya." Karen uttered rushing off to the shower stall, feeling oddly nervous and insecure. As if something was creeping around just beyond the periphery of her awareness. She dismissed it as just paranoia, shoving it to the back of her mind as she disrobed the corrupted towel embracing her form warmly. Pulling the curtain she spun the shower knob and reached out into it's spray to find it the perfect temperature. Karen found herself drawn into the waters welcomingly, relishing the sensation as it warmed her skin, the water pressure massaging her with each pointed droplet that impacted onto her tanned complexion.

She spun around dancing in the waters happily running her hands across her arms and shoulders as if lathering her body, unaware that she hadn't even reached for her body wash.

She ran through the motions of shampooing her hair, relishing how silky it felt despite the water, the hair perfectly straightening as it glistened in her hands.

Karen soon continued her hands down her body, unable to remember a shower feeling so good. So perfect, so irresistible to surrender too.

As her hands migrated down to her chest she went flush, never had she enjoyed the sensation of something touching upon her breasts that much before.

She irresistibly cupped them, toying with her nipples. She bite her lip as she resisted gasping as she swore her breast grew within her grasp with each full massage. Each massage upon them more of a palm and less of a rub.

As her right hand clenched a breast wantonly her left traversed down between her legs. She began to rub her clitoris as it ached for attention. Within moments she gasped aloud as an unexpected climax hit her, she quickly propped herself up against a wall with her right hand, her left unwilling to cease the work it was doing.

Her tongue meanwhile sloshed around the water she had taken in her mouth. Water wasn't the word for it. As she gazed down she noticed it had a viscosity to it. She gasped again as a climax was building gazing up to notice the oddly ornate shower head, she would have wondered how she hadn't noticed it before, or why it was there. But there were more pressing things instinctively pulling at primal strings. Opening her mouth and reaching her tongue out, she needed to swallow whatever it was she was showering herself in so pleasurably.

Soon her fingers weren't enough to please her as the Idols Demonic shower head continued to baptize Karen in its corrupting fluids.

Karen pulled the head off the mount lapping her tongue across its spray upon her face before guiding it down, between her legs.

It slipped into her with ease, almost as if it pulled itself into her welcoming pussy on its own, her left hand freed to massage her clit. The shower heads pressure pounding into her vagina with pulse, after pulse of pleasure Karen relished her unknowingly coming communion with the idol. She had consented to it to be there, she wanted this, and in turn had given herself unaware to the Idol.

Karen gasped a breath heavily, trying desperately not to cry out in pleasure as her hand felt her abdomen begin to distend. She gazed down upon the pregnant looking belly before her. It brought her an unknowing joy to see it, to feel her womb flooding with the corrupting fluids of the shower head.

She stroked the pregnant belly it lovingly as her knees wobbled with weakness, soon she could feel the shower head retracting itself from within her. He left hand grasped for it as it withdrew from her pussy, her legs kinking slightly under the orgasm she just felt.

With subconscious knowing she placed the shower head back collapsing fully to her knees as she felt it spray an even more viscous liquid upon her. She lapped at it, wondering if girls getting bukkake felt such wonderful, wanton pleasure.

Karen cried out in pleasure as she finally came, melting under the pleasure and juices flowing onto her from the demonic shower head.

As her form began to liquify and lose colour her eyes changed to a glowing red, all that indicated anything unusual about the puddle on the floor as it slowly began becoming aware of its new existence, its soul having melted away into the pool of power the Idol had collected.