A New Suit and a New Team

You manage to stand up and head into the bathroom. You examine yourself in the mirror. Your red skin shows through rips in your Greta suit. For now, it’s beyond repair.

You exit the bathroom and spot Diana and Nick finishing up.

“Diana, could you come here?”

“Of course Greta.” She struts over to you with a satisfied grin.

“Diana, would you kindly give your soul to me?”

“Of course, Greta, it’s yours.”

You kiss her passionately devouring her soul. She puts up no struggle as you empty her. Moments later she is nothing more than a skin suit. You slide it on you and enter the bathroom.

You look in the mirror. You are petite, blonde, and gorgeous. You wiggle a bit and the suit conforms to you perfectly. Of course you fill it out far better than Diana ever did. You certainly won’t be fitting into her bras. Of course with your permanently perky demonic breasts, bras aren’t really necessary. You find her clothes, her press badge still affixed to her jacket.

You grin. That could be useful getting in almost anywhere.

“Nick! Come here.”

Nick rushes over.

“Nick, I’m making you my second in command. See too it all the agents are properly infected. Fuck them if you have to.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

“Now show me to my new office.”