Take her, and her friends too

It's too late to go back. You lean forward and kiss her on the lips, eliciting her jolt of surprise. Before she can react, however, you push down her throat a slug of your goo. Maria widens her eyes at that intrusion, but you keep her locked tightly until it's over.

Meanwhile, the blob outside the apartment springs to life and breaks in, flowing to the bathroom just in time to catch Megan exiting. As she notices you and opens her mouth to scream, you jump in and slide down her esophagus too. Her body goes limps for some seconds, then you feel a new physical body joining Cindy's.

Gosh, you're so thick.

You depart from Maria. The Latina girl has stopped coughing, and now is looking at you with a confused frown.

"I... I've done it." You realize. You've kissed her. And you've killed her. Ten seconds ago, she was an ordinary coed with her own life and ambitions. Now, she has become you.

-This...- She begins: -This is strange...-.

You delay your answer; at the same time, Megan turns the doorknob of the bathroom: you don't have to peek in her memories to know that, if Sonja isn't anywhere else, she must have entered as she was leaving. Indeed, you find her sitting on the toilet. She lifts her head, taken aback by your unexpected burst in.

-Hey! Meg, what's going on?-.

You don't waste any time. You speed toward her and, before she can realize she should be afraid of your cold gaze, you lower your pants and stamp your pussy on her face. She wrestles for a bit before the goo gets inside her nostrils and makes her stop.

-Uh... are you ok?- You ask Maria from Cindy.

-Yeah. Wow. I didn't think I would have, I mean, that you would... well, that was sudden.- She then closes her eyes and shivers for some seconds, then when she reopens them she seems much more comfortable.

-Ah! Wow, so that's what you were hiding from me!- She exclaims, her nasal voice and accent having returned too.

-So you and Kim were sharing this. Now I see.-.

Your heart starts to beat fast. W-What is this? Do you feel scared? ****? Why? It's over, isn't it? You, you've done it. Oh God, you've done it, you, you...

-Hey, hey do not panic!- She takes your hands in hers and, instantly, you feel your agitation subside.

-It's ok, I'm not mad or something. I'm only... well, Maria is totally different from you or Kim. But that's ok, really.-.

You break your apnea and hyperventilate, then you follow her helping pace and calm down. You rub your thumb on the back of her hand, and she giggles. You giggle too. You like her chuckle.

Sonja reenters the bedroom at that moment, holding Megan (that is, your other body) by hand. Her expression is a strange mix of rage and relief.

-Maria.- She calls her in a tone that is a mask of her pique.

-Don't worry Sonja, it's alright.- She tries to reassure her friend, but she still looks torn.

-Are you sure? I don't want this to hurt you or anything.-.

-Thank you.- She smiles sincerely, and you wince because that smile is not for you: -You always worry about me, but this time you don't need to. Come on, let's sit down and pick up where we left off, shall we?-.

She uncertainly complies, and you decide to break the link with Megan who, therefore, has her own awakening, and then sits back at her place. The study proceeds incredibly quietly, with Sonja and Megan still avoiding talking to you; after a few hours, you say goodbye and you all go home. That night, you're so agitated that you barely sleep. Your fingers often creep under your panties, and the next morning your lip almost bleeds from how much you bit it.

You arrive at Uni in your current boyfriend's car and you nervously wander the corridors until you see Maria in distance, chatting pleasantly with her friends. They meet your glance and beckon her to turn around.

-Cindy!-.

-H-Hey, you.-.

You go towards each other, while the other girls decide to leave you alone. She moves a tuft of hair behind her ear. She looks... stunning. Really stunning.

"Why do I feel like this? She's a girl, and I... I've never...".

-You're beautiful. Your hair! Your hair is beautiful.-.

-Thanks.- She's about to add something else, an high-pitched voice surprises you from behind.

-What's going on here?-.

It's her, of course. You freeze in anxiety, the meeting you feared so much is taking place. Kim looks you up and down and crosses her arms over her modest bosom.

-Well?-.

-I, uh, I did it.- You manage to say.

-I see.- Maria doesn't blink at Kim's intense glare.

-Good job Cindy. Now I'll merge our consciousnesses.-.

-No!- You jolt before you can control yourself. Kim lifts an eyebrow.

-I mean, she's on a different social level than you. It would be... well... you can't really want it, right?-.

-Mmm.- Another challenge of looks: -Maybe you're not entirely wrong. I wonder, can we share only some information?-.

-L-Let me try first.- You interfere again, and quickly explain: -In case it's not possible and we accidentally become one.-.

Kim totally turns towards you. She knows, she definitely knows. You swallow empty.

-Sounds reasonable. Prepare now, I'll try to link the two of us.-.

Your heart skip a beat.

"Calm down Cindy, you just have to-

-Ok, stop here.- The guy whose car you've hijacked loyally obeys, a blank stare on his face. Just a poor bastard stopped at the parking lot where you have detached from your main body. You would have preferred not to split, but you didn't want to alarm your family. You dismount and bend over the driver's seat, moving the goo inside of him out of his nostrils and catching it with your hand. Eugh, you think too late. He blinks confused and you get away, aiming for the yellow house at the end of the street. Once there, you melt into goo and slither in, only to regain your shape in the living room. Your Tom's memories supply all the information needed to move inside. You vibe a little admiring yourself with the full-body mirror. Oh, you'll miss it so much.

You check that Tom and Jeremy haven't arrived yet, looking for them in the latter's room. Good, this will give you some time. Now you...

-Jeremy? Are you there?- Sounds a voice that you immediately recognize. His mom? Why? Shouldn't be at work now? Wait, there's something in her tone, is she sick? Shit, that's...

Your lips light up.

"That's great, actually. Change of plans." You march towards Helen's bedroom, melting again to enter without being spotted. His mom is actually lying on the bed with her head up, squinting her eyes at the door. She will be wondering why he is not entering. You shift to the foot of the bed and crawl up. You have the mobility of a spider in this form, it's the only advantage you can concede to it. You're now on the headboard, her cranium just a leap away.

"Bye bye Ms. Dollowfield.".

You jump and wrestle on her face as she desperately struggles to get you off. Unfortunately for her, she opens her mouth to scream and you dive in. A few moments later, you're opening your new eyes.

-Ohh...- Your body is aching and you feel like shit. She must have caught bad flu. Then, you reason, perhaps you could shift into a healthy version of her. It's difficult to focus above the headache, but you gradually feel getting better, until you're able to get out of bed. You drag yourself to a mirror to assess the damage.

-Oh my god, I'm... I'm old! And fat!- You exclaim into a ridiculous sugary voice. Gone your fluent hair, replaced by shorter frizzy one; gone your beautiful face, replaced by the flattened snout of a duck; gone your slim, delicate body, your thin hips, your proportioned breasts... although these don't feel that bad. But your bones! They don't depend on the flu you're afraid. It suck's so much being of this age!

You make several poses, trying to get acquainted with this form, and exercise your shape-shifting limits. You refuse to absorb her memories: after all, you plan to leave this body as soon as possible and go back into yours, that is Kim's. The only arousal comes by the knowledge you can make her do anything, even the most depraved and disgusting things, and that she will wake up after having ruined her own life without remembering anything, like just a second has passed. Eventually, the front door opens.

-Hi mom, I'm back!-.

-Hi Jer-ehm... Hi sweety!-.

-Sweety?- He repeats, seemingly surprised: -How are you?-.

-Oh, uhm, like before.- You lie. Then, you decide to strike. You adjust your red robe to almost reveal your nipples, and you move to the kitchen. You don't find him, probably he's already in his room, but you decide to not break the act and pour yourself some water. You're actually thirsty, and you wonder if you could shift away hunger and thirst too.

"Why not? Even without sinking in her conscience, I can improve her. I can make her younger, fatter, I can deflate her curves. May I achieve... immortality?".

You hear steps behind you and turn around.

-Did the fe...ver...- Jeremy's eyes wander over your thick form, resting for a few seconds in between your arms. Well, he's certainly not looking at your glass.

-Not much...- You regain his attention: -How was the... movie? Isn't Tom... uh... with you?-.

-Good.- He answers after some stumbling: -No, I told him to go home, because, well, you're ill, so...-.

He's dying of embarrassment, but you can see his eyes unconsciously peeking down. A subtle smile enlight your stolen face.

-Oh, you're so tender. I go back to lie down, sweety.- You purr wearily, swigging your glass and letting a trickle dripping down from your chin into your exposed skin. Then you have a faint and you lean on the solid body of your child.

-Wops! Sorry Jer.- You breathe on his ear, spitting a drop of goo. He's so stiff and out of mind that he doesn't even realize. You now proceed to go back to bed, but of course with no intention to sleep. You just have to pretend a bit, make him come, and then...

You casually look around, eventually finding something interesting, which is Helen's sleeping mask. That will help in the play. Obviously, you detach a part of yourself and hide it to have a clear vision, then you wait ten minutes to make your "sleep" convincing.

"Showtime!".

You start to moan, first softly, then loudly, as you're having a wild dream; in the meantime, you send mental feeds to Jeremy to enhance his arousal, which you already feel along with a strong sense of guilt and disgust. Finally, he hears your verses and, as a dutiful kid, comes to check on mommy. When he opens the door, he finds his mom sleeping with bared breasts and a red, unusual thong girding her cunny.

-Mom?- He whispers, unsure whether to wake you up or not. You stir as if you are looking for a more comfortable position, actually giving him a full sight of your sweaty mounds. You squeak a muffled: -Oh, yes!- as he gets closer.

"Go on. Touch them. She won't realize. They're yours.".

You decide to close your eyes (in the sense, not to look with your spycam-self), in order to fully embrace the moment. Seconds of eager awaiting pinch your skin, but finally a pair of warm palms mashes your glorious tits, itching your hardened nipples.

-Mmm~.

He immediately retreats. You can sense his terror, his anxiety, the vomit clenching his stomach, but also his suppressed lust which is struggling to rise to the surface.

"Does my poor boy need mommy's help? What a... disgusting, filthy perv.".

-Yes, like this...- You sigh. Jeremy begins to blather something incoherent but stops when you nominate his father. You hardly fatigue to make him think you're mistaking him for his dad while you are delirious.

"This means... you can go... further...".

-Mom, I'm sorry.- You hear him pledge, and decide to have a look from your spot. You see him towering over his mother and jerking his hardened cock, with a distraught grimace on the face. With some sort of pride, you esteem that your brother is better endowed than him.

Helen-you then slowly sits on her legs and grabs his log, stroking it while he just boggles agape.

-Yeah... you're so big babe...- You tell to your "husband".

You then lay down on your bed, exposing your enormous boobs and squashing them with an inviting attitude. After some hesitation, he puts his dick in between, and you give him his first and best titjob of his pathetic life.

He grunts like he's shitting. He's now thinking that his mother is some kind of a slut who "paizuris" his father's cock; and his face, oh, it's priceless! At the verge of crying, but shattered in pleasure, all flickering in the uncertain attempt of focusing on his meshed rod. Tom's friend, your friend, you traumatized him for life. He will no longer be able to look his own mother in the face.

You get on all fours and flaunt your moist pussy in front of him. You don't have to wait so much before he starts to plow his own mother. As if following your sexual impulse, you lift your mask but keep looking forward, calling your husband's name and blatantly inviting him to fuck you like a slut.

It's when you feel that he's unable to stop even if you'd beg him that you roll over, apparently to change position and grab your ankles above your head to be better penetrated but only to realize in horror the **** you're committing. Oh, bad bad Helen!

-Oh my God! Jeremy!!!-.

-Mom!- His face is shocked with fright, but lust continues to prevail.

-What are you doing? Oh, ohh! Jeremy this is wrong!!!-.

-I-you-I...- As you notice that he's tempted to run away, you spread your legs in the air and rub your clit with your fingers, letting out a sensual moan that makes him desist. The best part is, in the state he is now, you don't even need to use your goo control. Once again you're facing your once best friend twisted visage, and you only find it amusing. You're a bitch, he's in your power, and you love it.

-Oohh!!! This is so wrong!!! But you're making Mom cum!!! Ohh you're making me cum!!! CUM IN ME JER-OHHH!!!!- You finally have an orgasm, and the both of you scream out of your lungs. Your old, hideous body is shaking in delight, and you pull him on top of you, pressing your chest together and locking his unresponsive lips with yours. You don't know if it's the taboo of the ****, the submission you've **** him into or just the excitement running on your body, but you climax again whilst he's still inside of you.

While kissing, you move your two goos to touch, and immediately Jeremy and Helen freeze as dead. You're trying something new, that is edit her memories and instill subconscious commands they will have to obey even when you're out of them. Thus, you wipe out every part of the intercourse from Helen and leave just the handjob in Jeremy, along with the feeling of something more; then, you order Jeremy to start glimpsing at his mom while nobody is paying attention, and Helen to act normally during the day, rejecting the mere hypothesis of having any kind of intimacy with her son, while during the night she'll lurk to his room and **** him into having sex, just to make them classify it as a vacuous dream on the following morning. He'll get crazy in one, two weeks.

Once done, you flow out, rejoin your third blob and reform into Kim. You admire the two sleeping people on the double bed, knowing that Jeremy will wake up soon. It would be funny to see how he will get his mom off without waking her up, but you're too tired to give him any more time. You finally leave the house, hijack another driver and go home, where you stealthily reenter your main body. You sigh in relief: the car thing is dealt with in the end, now you can concentrate on getting Maria.

You wake up as if from a nightmare, devouring an airing. Maria is holding you by your shoulders, while, next to you, Kim is massaging her temples. Students walk past you, even if they seem intrigued by your crisis.

What you've just seen... that's horrible, she has done such things to poor Jeremy?!

-You... I've seen it!- She exclaims, her teeth clenched at you: -You haven't done that for me! You were doing it for yourself!-.

You gasp for a few seconds before being able to deny it in a faint voice.

-Don't lie to me! You wanted her all for yourself! How can you be so selfish, Cindy??-.

-N-No! I swear, it's-it's not, I wasn't! I-I'm sorry!- You sob with tears in your eyes. Selfish, that's it, you're egoistic, and ungrateful, and...

Somebody shields you with their body, facing her proudly.

-That's enough. You have to stop treating her like that.-.

"Maria? No, no, she's dangerous! She'll hurt you!" You want to say, but your throat burns too much to speak.

-It's none of your business.- She hisses.

-You're wrong, it is.- You would never have imagined she could talk with such seriousness, hard as a rock.

-And it seems that you need something from me, so I can have my say, right?-.

-You... you don't know who you are talking to!-.

-Wrong again.- She leans on her and whispers: -I've been you, remember? I know everything about you, but you know nothing about me. And it will be so if you don't stop mistreating her, clear? From now on, you will allow her to do whatever she wants and she will help you only if she wants to. Understood?-.

A small crowd has now formed around you. You are speechless. Instead of savaging her, Kim grimaces in anger and marches away.

You look at Maria as if she were an alien. She puts her warm hands on your shoulders and, once again, her smile dispels your worries.

-Well, it wasn't that hard.-.

-I have to text her.- You reply: -She will be angry, I must apologize.-.

-Why?- You read confusion and sorrow in her eyes. But she has been you, she should know why.

-Because she's my friend. And... you know, we are the same person.-.

-Cindy, that's...- She lowers her eyes and sighs with regret: -You are the person you want to be, not her. And if she's your friend she'll understand. Just keep it in mind, ok?-.

You nod.

-Come on now. We're already late.-.

Hours later, on your way home, Kim sends you a message. You brush your eyes after having read it.

I overreacted. You did well. See you tomorrow.

"This is just. Wow.".

She didn't explicitly apologize to you, and maybe she only aims to accede to Maria's intelligence. Yet, you are really happy now.