parasitic cunts

Lucille is practically vibrating in her seat, her thighs spread so wide you can see the glistening sweat between them. She's biting her lower lip so hard it's bleeding, her eyes darting across the screen with manic glee.

"Ohhh fuck yes! Double trouble, darlings!" Lucille gasps, her voice cracking with excitement. "You know what they say about two wrongs making a right? Well, in this case, two starving cunts making two empty headed sluts is the perfect kind of wrong! Let's watch the lights go out in their heads together..."

The scene opens in a cozy, candlelit apartment. Maya and Tina are wrapped in each other's arms on a velvet sofa. They are beautiful, soft, and deeply in love or at least, they were. They share a tender kiss, their lips pressed together in a moment of supposed romantic connection.

But beneath the surface, a war is being lost.

"Maya..." Tina whispers against her lips, but her voice carries a strange, wet tremor. "Do you feel... that?"

"Feel what?" Maya asks, but even as she speaks, her own lower body begins to convulse. A deep, guttural growl echoes not from her throat, but from somewhere between her legs.

The starvation has reached critical mass.

CRACK.

The sound of breaking bone echoes through the room as both women stiffen simultaneously. Inside their skulls, the parasitic tendrils slick, pink, and ravenous erupt from their spines like striking cobras. They pierce the brain tissue with wet, tearing sounds.

Maya's eyes roll back, turning milky white as her memories of college, her love for poetry, and her identity as a feminist are torn apart. SLURP. The tentacles feast on her intellect, turning her thoughts into a warm, nutritious slurry.

"Nnngh... ahhh... oh fuck..." Tina moans, but it's not a moan of pleasure it's the sound of her consciousness being digested. Her brain is being hollowed out, her personality dissolving into the black void of the parasite's hunger.

The transformation is violent and immediate. The tender kiss breaks as both women arch their backs so hard their spines nearly snap. Their faces melt from expressions of love into vacant, hungry masks of pure, unadulterated lust. Their hair brightens, their bodies swell, their clothes tear under the pressure of suddenly impossible curves.

When they finally slump back against the cushions, Maya and Tina are gone. In their place stand two identical, empty headed vessels.

Maya's new consciousness the Cunt wakes up first. She feels the emptiness in her skull, the glorious, wonderful nothingness. She feels the hollow ache in her pelvis that can only be filled by one thing. She looks at Tina, but she doesn't see a girlfriend. She sees competition.

"Mine," Maya's mouth moves, but the voice is breathy, high pitched, and completely devoid of thought. "I need... cock. Now."

Tina's Cunt snaps awake milliseconds later. Her hips immediately begin to grind against the sofa, producing a wet, squelching sound that fills the room. Her eyes lock onto Maya's with murderous, slutty intent.

"No! My cock!" Tina giggles, a sound so vapid it would make a child cry. "I'm the prettiest slut! I get the biggest dick!"

The two former lovers begin to snarl at each other not with words, but with obscene gestures. They push and shove each other, their enhanced breasts bouncing violently, their hips swaying in a competitive display of availability. They aren't fighting for territory or ideals; they are fighting for who can be the most pathetic, most broken, most desperate object for male use.