Sure enough, the missing girls come back... changed.

What you all feared and expected happens soon after nightfall.

It is Warren who spots activity outside, coming from the direction of the forest. The rest of you move to join him and stare out the barricaded windows facing that direction.

An unnatural fog rolls out of the forest, covering the entire camp in an eerie carpet of heavy mist. With it, a quartet of shapely female figures emerges from the tree line and begins to approach your fortified cabin, striding towards you with an exaggerated, erotic gait. You recognize the approaching figures as Amanda, Maya, Megan, and Kristen. The four of them have clearly been changed. Though they still wear the appearance of their human selves, their medium-length locks have grown out into wild, heavily teased manes of flowing, silky smooth light brown and (in the case of Maya) raven black hair. Their breasts, hips, and thighs have inflated to luscious porn star proportions as their waists have cinched and their skin smoothed out, all blemishes and imperfections gone. Wet tongues run along plush, ruby-red lips as the four girls stalk towards you with wild expressions of animal lust, their hungry eyes shining unnaturally in the moonlight like those of a cat.

As if to mock your sanity, the writhing figures seem to be constantly shifting before your eyes as they slowly slink confidently and sensually toward the cabin. One moment, they are completely naked, their tight, voluptuous physiques laid bare as the moonlight glistens off their perfect curvaceous forms. The next moment, the four girls are clad in sweeping, impossibly thin diaphanous gowns that flow unnaturally behind them and are almost as transparent as the mist billowing around them. A few seconds later, the four of them seem to be clad in S&M bondage outfits out of your wildest wet dreams, all skin-tight black leather, shiny black latex, chains, spikes, corsets, chrome nipple piercings, g-strings, and thigh-high boots. As the four approaching figures continue to shift between these erotic visages, every once in a while you think you see a brief split-second flash of sweat-covered, tanned crimson skin and leathery bat wings.

As the girls get within a few dozen feet of the cabin, you see that their faces are shifting as well. One moment, they have the ethereally seductive expressions and composed, impossibly beautiful erotic confidence of a high class whore, the next moment their visages are the sneering, sleazy and obscene image of a cock-hungry slut in heat, in another moment the gorgeous sirens are snarling at you with the savage animalistic hunger of mindless fuckbeasts.

You and the other guys look at each other nervously as the quartet of seductresses that only a few hours ago had been their friends approach the windows.