Later that night

Buffy had been feeling funny ever since she staked the vamp earlier. A type of restless energy flowed thru her body, but it seemed to make her tired at the same time. She made a note to ask Giles tomorrow and climbed into bed. She fell asleep almost instantly and started to dream.

Buffy walked down a simple corridor lined with mirrors. She stopped at one but didn’t see herself reflected back but a formless aura of golden energy.

“Hello there honey, what’s your name?”

A little taken back by the fact that it spoke, Buffy stammered out, “Uh, B-Buffy, I’m Buffy Summers.”

“Well nice to meet you Buffy. I must say thanks for being there. Those damn vampires are just so annoying. I mean it took me months to get things just the way I like it and that fiend just has to come along and destroy my home.”

“Your home?”

“Where’s the justice? That girl was on her way to be one of my masterpieces. She had just started to act on her own without persuasion and she gets killed. That’s just not fair! But at least you finished him off for me, so out of gratitude I’ll make you my next mission.” Though it didn’t appear to move, Buffy felt like it was checking her out. “This may take some work.”

“What do you mean ‘work‘? What mission?”

“Oh I just make women better. By the time I done, you’ll be the living fantasy of every man and be the envy of every woman. Every day will be filled with more pleasure than you can endure and you’ll be begging for just a little more.”

“But I don’t think I want that.”

Nothing was said for a few moments, “sigh So you’re one of those. Stupid women’s lib always making things difficult. Okay we’ll do things the hard way then. When I want you to do something I’ll whisper it in your mind. If you don’t do it you’ll feel this.” Quickly a feeling of dread swept thru Buffy, so strong she almost curled up into a ball. “But if you do what I want you to do, you’ll feel this.” Just as fast a feeling of pure pleasure coursed thru her causing her to moan out in near ecstasy.

Buffy looked at the energy warily. “Who. . . What are you?”

She could feel it smirk. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about that. Now it will take me a month to get your breasts up a cup size, at least six more to get your body perfect. So we’ll start slow. When you wake up the first thing I want you to do is finger your tight little pussy till you cum all over you fingers.”