Danny

Becky popped into the hall only feel a large, warm mass thump into her head on. She bounced back a few feet, all too aware of how her newly developed breasts jiggled slightly from the movement.

“Oh, it’s you,” a familiar voice said.

Becky looked up and saw Danny staring back at her. The way he looked at her, that awkward, alienating gaze, it rekindled the anger in her heart all over again.

“Daniel,” Becky said softly.

Danny glanced back and forth from the administrators office to Becky. Something clicked.

“Wait a minute, why are you here? What did you do?”

In a sudden impulse of malice, Becky decided to drive the knife in.

“The better question is _who _did I do.”

Becky flashed him a wicked smile to punctuate her jab.

Danny shook his head and gave a mirthless chuckle.

“What happened to you, Bex?”

“What happened to me?” Becky exploded. “You know what happened to me. You caused this. You wanted to play with that fucking book.”

“I guess your right,” Danny said distantly. “You’ve changed so much.”

Becky smiled, putting her mask if cold eroticism back on.

“Do you like what you see?”

Becky slid her hand over the curvaceous swell of her right breast and took a step closer.

“I don’t want to you, so I’m not going to answer.”

“Don’t worry, you told me with your eyes already.”

Becky slipped very close to Danny, thrusting her full chest out so it was in full view.

“I’ve gotta say,” she continued. “It feels good. Going from some nerd to the hottest girl in the school. Almost makes it worth being **** by a monster. A monster you helped summon.”

Danny flinched and turned away from her. Becky could feel his growing lust burning like a candle flame inside of him. Oh how easy it would be to turn that spark into a wildfire. True power.

“You’re going to break Luke’s heart.”

The statement hit Becky in the gut, deflating all her sexual prowess and charm. For a moment, she stared at Danny with wide, sad eyes that could only belong to the old Becky.

“Don’t say shit like that to me,” Becky whimpered, tears filling her eyes.

“He’s your best friend. And don’t pretend there isn’t more there between you two.”

There _was _something, a million years ago before dark magic rituals and bizarre, late night transformations. A lifetime before.

“You’re full of shit,” she said.

“Sure I am, Bex. Look, just talk to him. Try and make peace. You guys have been inseparable for over a decade. If you hate me still, that’s fine.”

“Fine,” Becky said. “Now leave me alone.”

“Sure thing,” Danny said. Then he walked down the hall without another word.

The tears flowed freely from Becky’s eyes. She felt completely and entirely alone, stretched between two identities, neither of which she understood.

Guilt and anger danced inside of her, threatening to rip the girl apart.

That’s when Becky heard it. A soft, warm voice, right at the edge of her mental periphery.

“I’m here for you Becky,” it whispered.

Becky froze.

“What?”

“I’m here for you, unlike everyone else. I need you.”

Suddenly, a warm gush of arousal exploded between Becky’s legs, hitting her hard enough to bring her to the edge of orgasm. She felt her pussy moisten immediately.

“What are you,” Becky said into thin air.

“What gave you these,” it said and punctuated its point with a sudden, orgasmic throbbing in her newly blossomed breasts.

“Holy shit,” Becky muttered.

“I need you Becky. I need you.”