You fight and fuck back!

You haven't a prayer of defeating this deadly demoness, and you are having a hard time thinking why you should even try. She just wants to fill you full of babies and maybe she might melt your insides and lick you all up, but she will probably make sure it feels real good first. There's just one thing preventing you from giving up without a fight...she acts so certain you won't. Sure, you haven't so far, and she's hardly needed the webbing to tie you down once she started tying her tongue around yours. You wonder briefly how she prevents getting stuck when she grinds up on you, then you remember reading that arachnymphs don't get stuck on their own webs...and then it hits you!

Charlotte moves in for the kill, or more dangerously, a kiss. You use the reflection in their shiny obsidian colored carapace to imagine yourself as a mirror image of her. Your skin grows pale and breasts more petite and perky as you morph to match her body. The spider bits jutting out of your back are a little squicky feeling at first, but they do the trick of shredding the web in seconds. You take on her snotty brat face as well, but keep your fire red hair in her signature style. You can see that the arrogant arachnymph was not prepared to face herself, and she seems spellbound by her own beauty. You have one notable addition, a slender smooth shaft that Charlotte can't stop staring at. "Hmm...I think I wear you better than you do. What do you think?"

Charlotte is still stunned and makes no effort to stop you as you saunter seductively over to her and crush your breasts against hers. Your arms, all of them, wrap around her to pin her down to the cold steel rafter. You suspect it's vanity more than anything that has her so defenseless. She's used to using her beauty to lure in her prey, but now that she's the prey, Charlotte is just as helplessly horny as you were moments ago. Not that you aren't still horny, you just aren't helpless about it. "That's a good girl, lie back and let me do whatever I want to you. I promise I won't hurt you...no matter how much you beg me to."

You lick up a wet whimper at it escapes from her parted, pouty lips. You feed her your tongue so she can find out if you taste better than her too. From the way she moans in your mouth and writhes weakly against you, you guess she agrees you do. You feel her buck against you, but not with any real ****. You have assumed her form, but only biologically. You don't have her memories or any abilities beyond the purely physical, so she should be able to easily overpower you and reclaim victory. She might too, if she weren't so in love with her own body that she can't help but hump your leg, leaving a slick streak as she moans and blushes beautifully.

Realizing you won't need webbing or your extra arms to bind her, you pull off of her, 'freeing' her but leaving her lying prone and panting beneath you. "I think someone has a crush. What is it? Vanity and the vicarious thrill of seeing yourself in the flesh?" You squeeze one of 'her' perky tits and see her nipples ache harder than yours do. "Or...is the prim, pretty princess top turned on by seeing a bottom bitch playing with her body?" You SLAP your ample ass hard and squeeze it harder, watching as Charlotte writhes wet and wanting and whimpers incessantly. "Well...why don't we find out with a little hands on exploration?"

You run your soft hands across your supple skin, staring at Charlotte seductively as you squeeze and stroke with the smooth, steel hard spider legs. She starts to slip one of her own thick, black tarsus between her thighs, at which point you stop touching yourself and spread your arms out and watch as the agonizingly aroused arachnymph writhes and wails. "Enough crying, Charlotte. If you want to watch me continue to play with this beautiful body, then you won't touch yourself at all." Your bargain is accepted without objection, the pretty predator too in love with her own body to do anything that might stop the show.

"Good girl. You know, I think you might be one of those sick autogynephiles I've heard about on the web." You tease the tormented tart, but it occurs to you that she is staring as longingly and lust filled at her reflection being greedily groped and madly molested by girthy limbs as you used to when femmeing up and patting yourself down in the mirror. Maybe there is just something so seductive about female sexuality itself, that if can give even a 'real' girl the sticky squirmies?

It's another query to throw in the question quarry, followed quickly by wondering whether this counts as you dominating her, or whether you're bottoming from the top by giving her what she desires in the form of an aloof arachnymph instead of being her little sex **** like you'd naturally prefer? Strangely, your submissive nature seems to embrace the contradiction, and you are getting turned on by her humiliating herself at the alter of her own arrogance and enjoying her swelteringly sexy shame sympathetically.

"Please...please MOAN make me NNGH cum," Charlotte lets out a strangled sob that you almost feel sorry for, then you remind yourself she planned to fill you with babies. You take your time teasing her, pinching and twisting your nipples painfully, sliding the slick, shiny legs between your thighs and ass and up the wrong end of the ovipositor. You caress and prod at your hot, hurtingly hungry holes, and pet your pretty, pulsing prick, making a show of how slutty and femmey and awash with arousal you are. Charlotte stares longingly and lost to lust, she sits on her many arms to avoid touching herself, and humps the air mindlessly moaning, "Please NNG cum MEWL cum YELP please AH AAH pretty GGGUH please."

You slide down on all fours, crawling with your ass arched and swaying seductively. Charlotte cries and quivers as you stop kissably close from her lower lips and coo, "You don't have permission to cum, not yet. First you need to tell everyone what you are..." you whisper the words into her warm, wet pussy and hear her squeal and shudder in rage and embarrassment, but she can't resist the rapture of release. She slides off the steel girder, leaving a slick trail behind her, and begins to spin a web to announce her new nickname to the monster girls below...

"B-U-L-L-Y B-I-T-C-H" spelled out in letters so big and wide that it interrupts the femme fatales fighting and fucking below you. That and the sticky spray raining down on them as Charlotte cries and climaxes in embarrassed ecstasy. Not willing to waste a drop of her delicious desire, you jump off the girder and use her warped web as a parachute to guide you both down to the floor safely, your arms holding her tight and your tongue claiming her throat as your new territory. Her lust for you/herself is so palpable that it sends you spurting in a spiral of sublime splendor too. Only you feel no shame for the lewd display, not when you see the girls with tongues outstretched and hands held high in praise of the incuboigirl beta that felled the biggest bully in class.

You feel yourself reach a different kind of climax, not cumming exactly, but reaching a sublime satisfaction from getting Charlotte off. You positively glow, and you can feel the desire of the entire class dripping over you. You imagine your self in your incuboi form and even without a reflection, you can feel yourself shrinking, softening, shifting back to your own ideal form before your admiring audience. It's a high level achievement, usually not seen in a lowly freshmeat, but you must have unlocked something within yourself by embracing your own desires. You set Charlotte down gently, kissing her lips softly as she slips into slumber and saying, "See how much better it is when they want to serve you on their own?"

She nods and nuzzles your neck before falling fast asleep. The other girls look at you with a mix of apprehension and arousal. You let them, for one magikal moment of your life you don't have anything to prove. You hear the bell ring and proudly head to your next class...