Yes.

Rachel broke away from the wall.

Her last act of consent, of relinquishing that which she was to acquiesce to the Idol’s desire of her.

With each step from the wall her details faded

Her skin paled, distinguishing details grew abstract, her hair receded.

By the time she approached her grandmother atop Terry’s face another woman had joined them. Rachel barely recognized Laurie.

Her mother had shed a massive amount of obesity in the short time since they had last mingled at the reception. Laurie’s body having transfigured into the epitome of desire as she promiscuously meandered the room, her own souls descent and eventually transformation into a denizen of the Idol’s put off until all the more resistant souls had been eroded into compliance.

Laurie was loving the perverse taboo of her own mother nuzzled between her legs, eating her out as she stood over Bernadette and Trevor gazing upon her daughter, excited in turn as Rachel continued to lose herself, her own mother’s expectations of her failing to slow the erosion of defining detail from the ever more mannequin like form.

Cupping her E cup breasts Laurie threw her formerly blonde ponytail over her shoulder, its now raven lengths streaked with platinum. She was no longer a portly caring mother who gave all she could to enable her children to have everything they wished. Her mind now raced with hard decisions of what she wanted next.

Laurie debated being double penetrated again, or even 69’ing her mother, allowing any dicks on offer to play with any of their holes, in any order. She shuddered in delight as she felt her mother’s tongue flick deeply into her pussy, lolling her own growing tongue out at the thought of sucking a cock fresh from fucking Bernadette’s pussy, or ass.

Rachel’s featureless white orbs looked to her mother, and grandmother as they delighted not just in the pleasures of their bodies, but in the pleasure of their forbidden acts Rachel was envious, jealous, and ever decreasingly losing her denial of how much it all aroused her.

Dropping to her knees she stroked and positioned Trevor’s pale white dildo like cock, moaning happily as she slid down onto it, welcoming the sensation of belonging she felt for it to be in her. Swaying and grinding herself atop of Trevor she paused and momentarily convulsed in delight, feeling a newly sprouted shaft delicately growing upwards, penetrating into her ass.

Rachel had sworn off ever doing anal again after one ex had been too rough, who was she kidding. She didn’t like it, but would do anything to please, to allure. Like sucking Trevor’s cock earlier, something usually only done with a flavoured condom.

But Rachel was changing, she sped up, and grew aggressive with her grinding as she eagerly accepted it more by the second. Running her hands along the smooth molded looking abs of Trevor, Rachel couldn’t help but purse her snow white lips and grin in delight as she watched the paling of her rejuvenated youthful grandmother’s ass.

You can make them like you.

The idea excited her. She was well aware of how her grandmother had played with her earlier, provoking Rachel to prematurely use the gift she was being given. The gift to be accepted, to fit in, the gift to be whatever was desired by whomever she sought.

The gift to corrupt them, and even possibly make them like her.

Make them like her… Rachel leaned forward reaching around to fondle her grandmother’s full G cup breasts. Pulling her grandmother back to kiss along her shoulder Rachel purred to the woman.

Yes, she could feel the growing void inside her as most of what character she had was stripped away by the Idol, a sexually hungering void of emotional turmoil left stirring around the abyss draining from her, calling for her to cast away her soul and see it drain away, to cast away Trevor’s soul as his mind tried to help it cling to the memory of their love.

She could make her grandmother and mother join her. Expel their pride, arrogance, and superiority to her.

She could make them as needy as her.

So needy they would change to accommodate what other’s desired.

Bernadette gasped suddenly, her sultry glare at her daughter shifting to a convoluted one of pleasure and terror. Her formerly very caring daughter finding it only more arousing as she shifted to try and squirt down onto her mother.

Bernadette wasn’t sure what it was, something just felt missing. Her hands clung to the smooth almost featureless head between her legs, pulling it tighter against her, the unseen tongue shifting in size and shape until it some how felt like a vibrator thrusting into her, while also lapping at her clit.

Grasping at her breasts Bernadette felt some panic as their smooth surface felt to be less difficult to fully cup and grasp.

“How does it feel granny?” The words sent a shiver of arousal and terror through Bernadette. “How does it feel… To lose yourself completely to something.”

“Make it stop.” Bernadette moaned in response, finding herself unwilling to part from the pleasure she was already receiving as she felt Rachel tease at her asshole with a finger.

“Only you can do that, but then I don’t know if you want to enough.” Rachel teased squeezing her grandmother’s tits together as Bernadette rolled one of her nipples between her fingers.

The promise of being a succubus the Idol had implanted in her mind, egging it on to her soulful release and corrupt acts fading to be replaced with a pure white almost featureless body, perfects feminine curves, perpetually hard nipples atop perfectly formed breasts.

As she felt herself on the cusp of an orgasm, she found an excited thought of having a face reminiscent of a cartoon villain she used to watch with her granddaughter. She grinded wildly at the thought of her face switching between assorted static moods, as if switching between different drama masks.

Rachel admired how the changes seemed to be accelerating up her grandmother, the strange mannequin like appearance washing away her pink skin, with the perfect feel of flesh.

Moaning into Rachel’s ear Bernadette smiled at the idea of bearing a joyful look like Thalia. “Let’s give your souls together, then take your mother’s.” Bernadette gasped leering hungrily at her daughter as she felt the corrupting transformation pleasurably surge up her neck, her baby blue hair receding into the smooth abstractly featured face she was developing.

The three mannequin-esque people cried out in climax as two more offered souls were accepted into the Idol’s dominion.