She Carries On

Nicole grew uncomfortable with the gaze Breanna had locked on her. Her friend no longer seemed to be masturbating to some thought so much as masturbating to Nicole. All as Nicole looked back in timid awkwardness.

“Breanna… This isn’t funny.” Nicole complained, unsure of how she felt about what was going on as the Idol’s influence and corruption already within her twisted into a storm of indecision with her modesty and resistance as her immortal soul drew on whatever character traits it had to protect them.

Breanna moaned more emphatically in response, rolling over to flaunt her now perfect ass, leaning against the elevator walls for support as her arm still reached between her legs fingering into her.

Breanna’s mind and body were eagerly clawing deeper into perversion. Nicole’s turmoil aroused her and egged her on, so much so she didn’t question the wall morphing out to grope her now D cup breasts, as she kissed and nuzzled the phallic bulge her body concealed with the hands from Nicole’s view.

Nicole turned to her phone, quickly trying to find something reassuring in her abstinence as all she found was sex act after sex act, and nude demon or phallic monstrosity in place of people. Going to her home screen she gazed at the selfie from earlier.

It was familiar, but seemed even hotter than before. Nicole froze as the static image began to move, flaunting its body in the figure hugging dress. “Come on, what do we have to lose?”

Nicole’s phone clattered across the elevator, landing still from being cast away with even louder and more emphatic muffled moaning from Breanna.

Slowly Breanna moaned more reluctantly, looking over her shoulder at Nicole with a malevolent smile as Nicole found something to cling to for hope.

The elevator had started moving! They were going to get out! “Breanna! Stop, they’re getting us out!” Nicole shouted, hoping to shake Breanna free of whatever insanity had taken hold.

Breanna stopped fingering herself, standing up she turned to face Nicole who only now noticed the changes. This wasn’t the first time she’d seen Breanna naked, hell they were sharing a room and helped each other get dressed.

That’s what shocked Nicole, Breanna had modest curves at best, not the perfect flared hips for the over sexual sway of each step, not the perfectly hanging tear shaped breasts that would make a model jealous, then there was her face. Breanna’s feature had sharpened and refined, her eye brows looked as if they were perfectly painted, alongside her luscious red lips. Her eyes seemed to glow with a purplish red back light, as her hair no longer featured any blonde, its raven roots growing vibrant with jewelled colours as it cascaded down in a perfect perm to frame her face.

Nicole felt terror like never before, no natural answer coming to mind to explain what happened to Breanna. Could it happen to her? Nicole then worried, frozen with racing thoughts as Breanna strutted the sparse space between them.

“I know.” Breanna stated in a sultry voice that both aroused and terrified Nicole with its sexual implications. “The question is…” Breanna paused bending over and guiding Nicole’s fearful face to make eye contact. “How do we want our rescuers to find us.”

Nicole’s heart seemed to jump with Breanna’s words, Nicole couldn’t determine if it was from fear or arousal as Breanna’s face broke into a broad confident grin.

“Will they find me with your face in my pussy. Or maybe we’ll go a more arousing root of me eating you out, your dress pushed up as you slowly massage and expose your breasts.” Breanna proposed, Nicole breaking free of Breanna’s hand and shuffling to a back corner.

‘There’s…. There’s something wrong with you… Just wait… We’ll get help…” Nicole stammered, growing worried about the alluring desire to feel Breanna touch more of her body.

“There’s nothing wrong.” Breanna confidently stated straightening up and cupping her impressive breasts. “I know I’m changing. We’re changing.” Breanna then added pausing as she felt the Idol imprint further upon her mind. “The question is what we want to change into.”

Nicole looked to the doors in relief and desperation as the elevator lurched to a stop. Glancing back to Breanna she contemplated bolting for the doors or sitting still until they opened.

Watching with anticipation Nicole felt unexpected relief as Breanna turned to watch the elevator doors open.

Revealing…