2 comments/ 4384 views/ 5 favorites College Clones Ch. 04: New Beginning By: reddly23 Chapter 4 - New Beginnings Melanie was having a sincerely disappointing week. It had nothing to do with her course, but with the little fucking troll she was roomed with. Right from the start she knew this wasn't going to work, but once their name is official in document where they were living, that was their room. - - - When she first arrived she found her room filled with someone's possessions, even on her side. Posters on all walls, figurines on both desks, even clothing was strewn about the floor and beds. There was even a half eaten hot pocket, insides seeping out on the tiled floor. The smell was of a faint mildew. She looked around and thought there must be some confusion as to if this was her room, but remembered the key she was given just this Monday morning opened this particular door. That pretty much settled that notion. She set her two cardboard boxes and backpack down by the closet, on top of a plastic covered tray of soup cans, all chicken noodle. She was about to start ripping everything over from the left side to the right and be done with it, when a voice came from behind her. "Hi there, I'm the R.A. are you Melanie or Shelby?" a male voice asked. Melanie turned to see a guy in white shirt and hat, and khaki shorts. "Melanie. Who's in this fucking room with me? Do you see all this shit?" She exclaimed holding her hand up, presenting the chaos that was her new home. The R.A. leaned in the room, one hand on the doorframe. "Yikes." He said, glancing around at the mess. "Usually takes at least a week for a room to end up like this." Melanie was about to shoot off another heated question when he continued, "You can just ask her yourself today if you want, we're all meeting in the rec room soon. It'll be great to meet everyone!" With a toothy smile, he was off. She was left standing there, quite pissed off now. Melanie would certainly be there. She kicked an empty container, a two litre bottle of no name soda and left for the recreation room. There wasn't many people in there yet, they were spread out seeming to be figuring out how to approach each other. There was a guy in a leather jacket by the elevator finishing up a cigarette who interested her, considering smoking was strictly prohibited inside. There were two girls by the windows showing each other their sketchbooks, and another guy in a chair in a striped shirt, who was concentrating on his phone. Melanie strode over to the two girls by the window. The left one wearing a pikachu hood, and the other with bright blonde pigtails. They didn't notice her approach, each fixated on their artwork. "Either of you Shelby?" She asked. The other girls started and looked at her, quickly taking in her red hair, black jeans and shirt with "Bongzilla" across it, and spiked bracelets. "I'm Carrie," said the pigtailed girl with a squeaky bubbly voice, "and this is Connie. We've almost got the same name! Cool, huh?" Melanie gave her a look of utter disdain, and turned with a slight shake of her head. She took a chair, crossed her arms and legs and waited. She watched people come in and take their seats. The fifth one in was a squat girl in a grey hoodie. Her dark brown hair was wavy and messy and Melanie knew. This girl sat four chairs away, with a funny plopping sound. Melanie took her appearance in for a few more moments, then half raised and sidled over to a closer chair. She took the one two away, with one at her right between them. "You Shelby?" She asked, already knowing the answer. The dumpy girl turned to her, eyes lax and dim ran over her appearance and back to her face. "Yeah. Hi." She mumbled. "Nice to meet you." It didn't sound like she meant it at all. "That's just great, do you think you could tell me what the fuck is up with our room?" Melanie asked over crossed arms. The R.A. came in and took a seat facing the circle, and surveyed the newcomers. Everyone was taking seats now around them. She lowered her voice a little, "It's a complete mess, did you not know you had a roommate or what?" Shelby just chuckled and turned away, looking at a nervous girl with her arms crossed over a satchel skulk into the room and sit between them without a sound. Melanie said hello to her and shot a look at Shelby that screamed this conversation was not over. The R.A. clapped his hands, and began his icebreaker. Everyone had to stand, say their name and something about them. It got to Melanie, who didn't rise, saying she loved music, metal especially. It then got to the sheepish girl next to her, who started passing around her drawings. Shelby basically cast them aside, which did nothing to improve the opinion of her. The artwork made their way around and then to her. Melanie was bisexual, and all of her life very promiscuous, even at an early age. She took the papers in hand, and admired the naked bodies of both genders. She didn't show how impressed she was, other than a "wow," and handed them back. She gave the girl named Tricia a little smile wanting to seem at least kinder than Shelby. The group soon dispersed, and the squat girl was the first to raise and waddle out. Melanie shot up and followed her, seeing her quickly shuffle down the corridor. She entered their room and shut the door behind her. The sound of the little lock was audible even from where Melanie was. "There's no way." she said and was glad she still had her key. She jammed it into the lock when she arrived and threw open the door. Shelby was at her laptop eating a hot pocket. Whatever Melanie was about to say was suddenly lost as she looked to the floor, then back to the eating face. The little pile of cheesy stuffing was still on the floor, but not the pocket. Words escaped her and she decided to not even bother with words at this point. Making her way around the left side of the room, she started tearing things off the walls and desk, tossing them to the other side. Shelby didn't even look away from her computer, still munching away like a bovine. When the left side was clear, Melanie just left for the day in a rage. She went to a local rock bar, and had some tequila, her tried and true stress reliever. The music wasn't near heavy enough, so she just stood at the bar, feeling her emotions become good and murky. That night she got back to find the dark room the way she left it, spare one anime poster of a Goth girl on her left wall. Shelby for some reason only returned that one item. She was asleep in her bed, thankfully not snoring. Melanie just dropped onto the sheets and her thoughts drifted to a happy place. The last time she got laid was three whole days ago, with a brawny guy and oddly enough his female cousin. They didn't do anything to each other, to Melanie's dismay, but they were all drunk and horny at the time. His cousin being a lesbian wanted her just as much as the guy. When it came to sex, she's had it all, seen it all, been there and bought the t-shirt. To really get Melanie's sexual thrill there had to be something new, strange and kinky. Having the chick's pussy under her eager mouth while the guy took her asshole from behind ran through her mind in snapshot moments while her hand made it's way down to her belt. Melanie lay in a drunken horny haze remembering the other weird and wonderful things she's tried as she worked her fingers under her jeans. She's done bondage a few times, once even getting hurt by accident and still came. She tried cosplay a few times as different characters from video games, movies, and anime. She's even cross dressed a few times for her ex-girlfriend, and used a variety of strap on devices. Even forced exhibitionism on previous lovers in a park, library, a shopping mall where they got caught and Melanie came almost instantly in front of the bespectacled teen, standing shocked in his retail apron. The guy she was fucking tried to pull out and probably flee, but she reached behind and grabbed his loose belt and pulled, pounding him in repeatedly as she looked the clerk right in the eyes during her orgasm. She had her hand fully in her jeans now, rotating fingers over her clitoris, gripping the pillow and turning her face up into it as she sighed a little. Images of candle wax, parking lots, paddles, and wet mattresses were floating about in her quagmire of thought and she felt herself reaching a peak. Her other hand was moving down to aid the first, when a little grunt came from across the room. Melanie froze, a bolt of surprise and fear flared through her as she took her hands away and looked over. Shelby was facing her eyes closed, and under the blankets. But wasn't there the briefest moment were she seen the whites of eyes? There was subtle movement too, the sheets rising and falling faster than the breathing. Then Melanie knew with sickening certainty that this dumpy girl was masturbating while watching her. Furious at being so close without release, Melanie ripped the covers over her and rolled to face the wall. It took her forever to fall asleep, for even in the silence pounding in her ears she could feel Shelby's gaze. She tried not to imagine what it must look like under those clothes. After a long, long time, she finally slept. - - - Tuesday came about with a crystal clear sky and brilliant light in through the dorm window. Unfortunately for Melanie, seeing as how she had one hell of a hangover and the realization of where she was. Without wanting to deal with her roommate in any sense, she just groggily sat up and slowly put on her black skate sneakers. She staggered for a second upon standing. Her eyes were still almost closed as she grabbed her pack of drawing materials and left for the building on campus with her classes. The sunlight was warm, and combined with the brisk wind felt good on her arms and face. A few cars rolled lazily past the sidewalk adjacent the buildings. Birds chirped happily and she would have gladly thrown stones at them just to inflict a bad day on something so cheery. Arriving at the right door, she fished out the swipe card from her pocket and ran it over the little black square with a red light. It beeped and flashed red. "Don't you fucking dare." Melanie growled. She swiped again and the thing beeped, light turning green. She pulled open the door and entered the stairwell. The sounds of her steps up the concrete stairs echoed loudly inside. The class was empty, spare the animation desks and projector. Melanie walked to the far end and turned left around the wooden station, taking the corner. The pack slid off her shoulder into her hand, then she tossed it unceremoniously into the corner. The office chair and her hair bounced as she sat. She reached into her jeans and took out her mp3 player and decided she needed some sludge metal today. Something rhythmic and crunchy to mellow to. A quiet tapping sound reverberated around the room and a girl shuffled in and took the opposite corner. Melanie seen it was that quiet girl Tricia, and watched her find the first chair to be noisy and switching it with the other one. This made her smile and give a little chuckle, it was good to see the girl wasn't completely hopeless. The day went by at a slow steady pace. She missed the instructor's speech from having her ear buds in, and couldn't care less. After some hours of relaxing to her music she felt better. When class ended she dispersed with them, leaving for the town to walk about and see what else it offered. That day she found a tattoo parlour with a smoking hot woman with piercings everywhere and blue hair, a decent comic book store, and a humble little sushi place. Later, with some California rolls in her, and a head clear of headache she returned to her room. She hesitated before putting in the key, then opened the door. Shelby was again at her desk, typing away at her laptop. Melanie would later learn that being in a business course, Shelby was actually quite good at making money online. She had invested in different websites and also received residuals from posting content on others. Melanie looked at her, and a felt sudden rare flicker of pity. Perhaps this girl was struggling with social interactions like Tricia, and was so standoffish from her potential homosexuality. Melanie walked in and dropped her bag on the bed. She grabbed her chair and turned it to face Shelby. "Hey ... I think we got off to a rough start." she said to her back "We should start over." This sounded like a line from a movie or something and sounded weak to her. Shelby stopped typing and turned her head. She seemed to be thinking, then she turned her chair around to better see Melanie. "No problem. Where do you get your clothes?" She asked looking slower than necessary over Melanie's apparel. The question seemed to come out of left field, but Melanie wanted to try to be nice. After all she was stuck in this room for at least a year. "Well online mostly, I used to shop at local stores for this kind of stuff but they're too trendy." She explained. "I like to support bands I like and it's generally better quality if you know where to check." "Mm hmm." Shelby grunted. "I don't think I'd look as good as you in them though." She was now openly looking into Melanie's face, taking in the perky lips and thin features. Starting to become rather uncomfortable under this hungry gaze, she looked down at the fat hand running a finger over the chair back against Shelby's right arm. Black nail polish just like hers. It hadn't been there yesterday, she was sure of it. "Is that my nail polish?" she asked, pointing. "Yeah, I thought you might like it. I noticed you last night touching yourself near me and wanted to look better for you." A little smile crept along Shelby's face as she twisted a lock of her brown hair. "I wasn't doing that near you, I was on my own bed!" Melanie almost shouted sitting up. "I knew it! I knew you were watching me you little creep." "You weren't even under your sheets..." Shelby replied, still with that offensive smile "You were out for me to see." This was far too much. Melanie had no words for this vain arrogance. Her stunned face twisted into anger. "Don't ever watch me again. Don't ever talk to me again you fat little fuck or I'll break you." She said through gritted teeth, then got up. Shelby watched her, still twisting that hair in silence. Melanie snatched the upper cardboard box from the top of the pack of cans and tore it open on her bed. She began putting her things up, wanting nothing more than to slug that bitch in the face and stay in another room for as long as she could until caught. She knew that she could no neither, as she knew no one else yet and violence on the second day may result in serious reprobation. After putting up her own posters of bands, she left the last one unrolled as it was a nude punk babe that she didn't want to be seen by Shelby, knowing what she'd do with it or to it. Shelby turned back to her laptop and typed away again. Every click of the keyboard sounding like a vile insect's legs. While she was preoccupied, Melanie went to the bottom box and hastily shoved all her clothes into her closet. Melanie had a sudden idea to stay in a motel for at least one night. She had enough money saved up to afford this plan, and it was thus final. She started walking to the door, then turned back and grabbed the rolled poster for later. Taking her pack and poster, she left slamming the door. - - - Wednesday was much better in comparison. After a night of feverish masturbation to the poster, imagining a variety of kinky things she would do to her and the blue haired woman from earlier, she slept like a baby. When she awoke she was feeling fine and took a long hot shower, then put on a new "Devildriver" shirt and her favourite hat. She left the motel room and told the owner that she might stay a few more nights. He obliged with a dismissive wave and went back to reading the paper. At class they were given a tour, and in a better state of mind Melanie was enjoying it. They were eventually in the viewing room, watching the animations they did yesterday. She had taken a back seat next to that guy with the grey and black striped shirt. He seemed quite surprised to see anyone want to sit net to him, let alone what he obviously found to be a pretty girl. Melanie needed this, a guy flirting with her, observing his floundering stabs at idle chat and jokes. She found out his name was Jack. He asked to see her hat and check out the pins. She handed it to him, letting her finger run across his hand as she did. He gave a satisfying minor twitch at this and tried to pass it off. He turned it over in his hands, actually knowing some of the underground bands on the pins, much to Melanie's impressed surprise. Other than that it wasn't really a notable day. She finished the ball animation that afternoon in a hurry after their introduction to the computers. Janice accepted it, with one glance over her glasses, then bid her good day. Melanie left for town again to speak to the blue haired beauty, and they discussed design. Melanie had been designing tattoos for years now, earning decent commission from it. She made a pass at the girl, whose name she found to be Jessica, but it was kindly rejected. It bothered her a bit, but Melanie was patient, she converted a few innocent women before to seeing things her way. - - - Thursday they were working on a walk cycle, and she decided to join some giggling girls in conversation and try to make some friends. Carrie and Connie weren't too happy to see her approach but warmed up when Melanie faked interest in what they were discussing. While she watched these two talk about some convention in a nearby city, she was imagining shoving Carrie's face into Connie's breasts and watch each finger the other. She spent the day like that, just picturing owning these two little air heads and turning them into drooling perverts. At one point Carrie tried to invite Tricia over to join them, since she looked lonely, but she refused with a blushing smile and left. Melanie thought she needed to seriously get laid, and got to drawing. Her walk cycle came out well enough, despite her distracting ideas. They handed the projects in together, and the three girls left for the comic store. Melanie watched them gush over plush dolls and new games and ended up buying an RPG for her handheld console. She waved goodbye to them later, Carrie's blonde pigtails shaking about from her wildly shaking hand up in the air. Melanie paid the motel owner the money for the night, and returned to her room. She lay on the bed and played the game for the rest of the night before shutting it with a clack and covering herself with the sheets. That night she dreamt of her and Jessica swinging swords side by side in battle against trolls with pitch black axes. - - - On Friday morning, Melanie checked her bank account online and found she shouldn't stay another night here. Feeling a dull fear and hate of going back, she fought it. No one like Shelby was going to have this control over her. She'd ignore her as much as humanly possible and get through this. She had to get some new clothes before class and made that walk of anxiety down the road to her dorm. The key jangled in the lock and she walked in, chin high and face resolute. It looked as though the ugly thing wasn't here though, and she kicked something on the floor. A little cardboard box skidded along the tiles and stopped after a few feet. It seemed to be empty. Melanie didn't pay it much mind, seeing as how half the room was still filthy. Just another cast aside container from Shelby. She went to her closet next to the entrance door and fetched out a new pair of black boots, grey ripped jeans, and black off-shoulder shirt. After she swapped clothing where she was she put her old apparel in the box folded neatly, something she didn't do often, perhaps just to contrast the other half of her space or out of spite. Before she left a little glint caught her eye from Shelby's desk. Mildly curious she turned to see a glass bracelet resting there in the morning sun. College Clones Ch. 04: New Beginning This was new, and certainly didn't seem the style of that little lump. She picked it up and turned it over in her hand. A black strip inside with coloured circles. It seemed kind of post-punk. An idea formed as she observed it. A way to get back at her roommate for pissing her off all week. She gave a single laugh and decided to just take it. Perhaps not permanently, just long enough to agitate that impassive bitch. Melanie held up her right hand and slid the ring over it, and the smile dropped from her face as she felt it shrink until snug. "What the fu-?" She whispered. It didn't do anything after that and just innocently glinted up at her. "That was cool. How did it do that?" Melanie pondered a bit, then remembered she had to get to class to get started on whatever new assignment Janice would give them. She checked her hair in the mirror, then grabbed her pack and left without even noticing the odd indent on her bed sheets. - - - Earlier that morning, alone in that room Shelby awoke with a longing look at Melanie's empty bed and music posters. The days she were gone, Shelby listened to all the albums of each band trying to like them with difficulty. How she wanted to be like Melanie, sexy and thin, with those perky lips and sharp features. The memory of watching her across the room, touching herself all but became an obsession with Shelby. She never fully realized she was a lesbian until that night, but now it was concrete. She pulled her covers off and decided not to bother with a shower today, seeing as how she was alone anyway. Her accounts needed checking, and she wanted to look into a few ideas for online revenue before business class. There was something on the floor though that made her pause, sitting on the edge of the bed. A little grey box sat there with a logo of two black circles decorating the lid. She jumped up and took it, yanking the cover off and tossing it aside. She pulled out the bracelet and dropped the box. The paper inside slid under the closet door. Shelby clutched the ring and thought it must be a present from Melanie, a making-up gift, an "I'm sorry" gift... an "I miss you" gift. She knew it, she had heard about playing hard to get and she almost laughed at not being able to spot it. She took the ring and tried to put it on, but it caught on her pudgy hand. Her face fell. "No no no.." She muttered, face turning red as she tried to force it on, cutting off circulation. "NO!" She yelled and threw it in the corner, it landing on her desk, spinning like a coin slower until flush with the surface. She began to cry. This was all ruined, Melanie would call her fat again and say if she couldn't wear it they could never be together and love each other. Shelby stormed out of the room, not even bothering to close the door and made for the parking lot. She was going to drive her frustration off, something she did at least once a month when depression set in. Behind the windows, wheel, and doors of a car she felt safer. Inside a comfortable space where she was the machine and not just her. - - - When she returned with red puffy eyes, she found the bracelet gone from her desk and her depression came back full force. Now someone had stolen her last chance to impress Melanie. Instead of a full feeling of distress, it was a disheartened hollow sensation. Looking sunken, she unconsciously went to Melanie's closet to hold her clothes again as she did a few times while listening to metal bands, even talking to them. With a hiccup between sniffling she opened the box to find new clothing... used clothing. Melanie had returned when she was gone! Shelby sniffed again and smiled, bringing out the box and kneeling with it to the floor. She brought out a wrinkled shirt with some devil band on it and ran it through her hands. She threw it aside and brought out two worn skate shoes. These were recently worn by her love... She brought one up and drove her face in, inhaling the faint scent. Oh, what she would give to have Melanie this close. She dropped the shoes and pulled out the stoner shirt from Monday and sniffed that too while standing back up. She exhaled and threw the shirt on Melanie's bed and was going to check more of the box, but something wasn't right. Half bent over she stared in stunned wonder as the shirt was floating above the bed. It looked as if someone had paused time mid-flight. Perhaps she was too stupid to feel fear, but she went over and poked it. There was resistance, as if it was on something. The bed even had a concave indent under it. Shelby's face was one of a vacant frown now. She shoved her hand near the shirt and felt something warm and soft. It was most definitely flesh. Her mind wasn't really running on all processors to begin with, and this just stopped the gears entirely. Her hand ran over what felt like a stomach... a ribcage... then an arm. Up the arm it found something that felt familiar. It felt like the ring from earlier. As she touched it something happened that finally snapped her out of her stupor, her eyes flying open. A body was manifesting into vision like paint spreading over an invisible canvas. Spots arbitrarily appearing and growing, filling in the naked body on the bed. She watched arms and legs come into being before her until finally the head revealed itself. A peaceful sleeping girl's face lay before her. Chin length dyed red hair, with a tame outwards at the bottom was around the countenance. Those familiar features that bought every inch of real-estate in Shelby's mind was now in front of her oblivious to her stare. "Oh! Oh!" Shelby quietly cried over her shaking jaw. She quickly gave the body a once over. Something seemed off for a second, but she looked back up at the head resting on the pillow. The rush of everything she wanted was blitzing her brain as she slammed her hands onto the flesh before her and greedily started touching and squeezing the arms and hips. She was immediately soaking wet, and expected Melanie to open her eyes and take Shelby into transports of forbidden pleasure. Yet she didn't rouse. Unbothered by this Shelby feverishly ran her hands over everything, the body's arms falling limply at their sides. Those large breasts open to air now and to Shelby's hungry molestation. This was almost too much and she stepped back for a moment huffing over her thick lips. The something that seemed odd now took her full attention. She looked at the erect penis now curving up over the flat belly like an animal horn. The touching had stimulated it to full mast, and it twitched with each heartbeat. "No way!" Shelby exclaimed. She has masturbated to futanari before, and even read fanfics. It was possibly the segway for her homosexuality. She lunged forward towards it, hands outstretched when a deep voice spoke from somewhere in the room. "Command." It said. Shelby froze, her mind clouding. She looked like she was sleep walking while standing there. "I see you found it first. Seeing as how you're so interested in our mutual friend here I won't order you to leave for good. I could, you know. But there's potential here and I want to see how it plays out... I can remotely activate these puppies when I leave, so it'll be good to go in twenty minutes or so." The invisible man began to tell her the functions of the device around the wrist. He told her not to forget this interaction with him, and that she could never in any way tell anyone about the bracelets, or the clone of Melanie. The man even told her Melanie was wearing the other ring. He finished with a little pat on her head, and left. It took about half an hour, for her mind to start coming back as she stood there staring at the wall over the body. When she was back fully, she gave her head a shake. Every instruction given to her was fresh in her mind and devious ideas flitted in her head. She shoved her hand under her belt and started fingering herself, sliding in with complete ease with how wet she was. Shelby looked between the body and the door wondering vaguely who he was, but dismissing it as it was overshadowed by this colossus of possibility. An idea was rising above all others on where to begin, and she got to work. - - - Melanie was putting her ear buds in at her desk while the room was bustling with sounds of paper and pencil. She was sitting in the back corner, deciding to work to some faster metal today for an audible coffee equivalent. She felt lightheaded a few minutes ago, and needed her music fix. After guitars started thrashing in her head, she started finishing up her walk cycle. For this assignment everyone was to design a character, and have them do a walking motion that can loop. The character she made was a stylized Jessica. Melanie enjoyed every curve she drew on the sultry form. It almost felt like running her hands over her. A few pages in, she was completely absorbed in her work. Thinking she might draw some porn of her, she got a little excited. A rush flew from her wrist up to her head in a frightening flash and her vision went white to black as she passed out. Her head fell on to the desk with a thud, making Tricia look over with a start. Melanie opened her eyes and was barraged with a flurry of intense sensations. She was on a bed, in a slightly darkened room from drawn blinds. Her mouth was full of what felt like a sock taped in, and her hands were tied up behind her head. The hand bindings went around her back under her breasts to keep them behind her. She realized in an instant she was nude, and some fantastic feeling was exploding up from her crotch. It was as sensitive as her vagina, but was a thick protrusion in something very wet and warm. Her entire vision was filled with a lumpy naked girl bouncing up and down on her, brown messy hair down in Melanie's face. "It worked!" Shelby grunted between grinding her hips onto the cock. "You're here! I know you wanted me, and now I'm all yours..." She leaned into Melanie's terrified face and stared with those brown cow eyes into the green ones of her lover. Melanie struggled to move, but with this heavy bouncing bitch on her and bound hands and ankles it was a futile attempt. She tried to scream over the sock. "I know ... it feels amazing for me too!" Shelby panted, hot breath filling Melanie's nostrils. "Be gentle with me, you're my first. Hold my hands ... mistress" She whispered. She had always wanted to be able to call a woman this, and an erotic feather fluttered down her spine. She ran her hands under Melanie's bent arms and forced her fingers between the clenched ones under the head. Melanie shot her forehead forward into Shelby's mouth and felt teeth hit her head, but it did nothing to stop her. With a disgusting chuckle, Shelby seemed to almost enjoy the strike, driving her cunt harder and harder onto Melanie's dick. The pleasure was starting to override everything now. Melanie was fighting less and less, even beginning to thrust back against her will. She closed her eyes and hated herself as she started moaning over her gag. Her toes scrunched as she felt something big coming. Shelby felt it too and they both came in tandem. The wail of pure happiness filling Melanie's ear as she felt thick waves of cum blowing into Shelby's sex. She kept thrusting in, face pinched tightly closed, this new pleasure was a completely new experience for someone who's had it all. She even forgot for the briefest of moments about who it was that was slick from sweat sliding up and down her body. They slowed to a stop, Shelby repeatedly whispering "I'm yours mistress..." With the climax subsiding she remembered what was happening and started to fight against the weight on her. Shelby shushed her, awkwardly kissing the flailing cheek. A tiny smear of blood from her lip was left there. She sat up and slid off. The feeling of popping out into the cold air another fresh thrill, and caused another rope of semen to lazily shoot from the shrinking cock. Shelby stood by the bed, staring down at the body. It was so perfect to her, what she would give to look as good as Melanie. That sexy hair, ample breasts, flat stomach... She regarded Melanie struggling against her own shirts bounding her arms and legs. She was trying to yell again over her used sock from earlier today. The look she gave the dead eyed woman watching her was one of pure rage. She watched as Shelby reached down and scoop oozing cum out of her vagina and suck it out of her hand. The bizarre kinkiness of all of this was sickly exciting to Melanie in her dark corners. Shelby then gathered her blanket from the other bed and started cocooning the furious girl, tight enough to prevent exaggerated movements. She had a plan, and as much as she never wanted to leave her mistress, she had to take care of something before too late. Putting back on her sweater and pants, she moved over to Melanie. "I'll be right back, don't worry..." She said with a smile. She held Melanie's head and swooped down to kiss the forehead that drew blood a few minutes prior. Two long kisses later, she waved her fingers and waddled out the door taking the other used sock with her. There was a flash of someone quietly entering their room down the hall, and another girl leaving the elevator. "Hey Shelby!" Carrie shouted with a huge grin, the noise seeming far too loud in the quiet corridor. They talked for a bit, during which Shelby kept bringing the sock to her face and smelling, disturbing Carrie. The girl left with an uncomfortable look back, and watched the dumpy girl open the door. Leisurely sniffing the sock she made her way to the other building. At the door she realized she didn't have an authorized swipe card, but someone pushed open the door from the inside, leaving for home. In the classroom she searched around for Melanie, finding her in the back corner. Muffled metal was still playing in the ears as she lay face down on the desk. Shelby gently lifted the head up and back, propping her up in the chair. Her heart beat fast as she took a look around the room, then seized both tits in her hands. More than a handful, to her delight. She then forced her mouth onto the vacant one and felt what she thought was true love. Shelby was surprisingly strong and heaved the body onto her shoulders in a fireman's carry. The arm with the bracelet hung limply in front of her and she thanked the man who helped them come together. - - - Melanie was trying for the life of her to wiggle the blankets loose, or get the damn sock out of her mouth. As it was taped in, and the blankets unyielding she just made herself furious. How the fuck did this happen? Was it just the worst, kinkiest nightmare she ever had? The breathing through her nose and sense of claustrophobia was far too real though, and that comforting notion was dashed. She was in class... she was in class and then under that sweaty bitch. Somehow she also had a fucking dick too. She fantasized with a few ex-girlfriends about that part before, but never in these circumstances. To bend a slut over and fuck their brains out for hours making their way page by page through the kama sutra. The door opened after about fifteen minutes of laying there seething, and in came two people. She started yelling in the sock again, calling Shelby a slew of colourful albeit unintelligible names, until she seen what Shelby was carrying like a sack of potatoes on her shoulders. Her true fear and confusion slapped her in the face, eyes wide and unbelieving. This was beyond messed up now, entering full twilight zone shit. Melanie watched as her body was lain out gently on the other bed like a princess. Shelby reverently brushed a lock out of the vacant pretty face, then looked Melanie right in the eyes as she started squeezing the resting breasts. A blaze of defiled outrage mixed in with the bewilderment. This was an incredible emotion, likely exclusive to this scenario. To watch her body be tampered with from a third perspective was... "Do you know how truly beautiful you are mistress? I bet you don't even think about it. You wouldn't admit it even if you did... because you're perfect." Shelby was softly caressing up to the face. "You are so perfect... I would have given anything to be like you. Teasing boys and girls, the privilege to pick from them and look down on ugly people like me. But now we have these bracelets and anything is possible." She was holding the head now in her fat hands, looking down on it like a treasure. The bracelets? What did she mean... did she mean the one she put on this morning? The one that shrunk to fit? It had seemed like an innovative kind of jewelry at the time, but it could be behind this insane happening. She focused on her wrists and indeed felt something stiff there under the shirt. She then knew that the thing she tried to steal from Shelby has swapped her bodies. Almost instant karma. Melanie couldn't look away from her docile shell laying on the bed. There was something so new about this, and under different circumstances Melanie was beginning to fear these new thoughts of what she might do with her new addition to herself. This fresh horizon of sexual deviousness and unnatural perversion wouldn't leave her mind as much as she tried to push it aside. Now is not the time for this... but her dick was starting to strain against the wrapped blanket, growing harder. This fascinating thing didn't do much to help her stop the ideas. Shelby snapped out of her trance with the unconscious countenance, and turned towards the conscious one and moved for her. Melanie started to uselessly fight against the sheets again, while hands reached for her wrists and pulled on something. The device resisted for a second, then loosed to slide off. She felt relief as she watched the little bitch turn away, but then a sharp fear. If the bracelets were responsible for the swapping of bodies... then without it... She watched Shelby stop at the other bed and unzip the fly on the grey ripped jeans and undo the belt. Her hand forced it's way under the panties and started fingering the pussy. Melanie hated this arousal she was feeling, it had no place here next to her rage. After a minute of this, she removed the hand smelling and licking it with a sigh, then began fingering herself with the same hand. Again a minute, then when the hand was quite lubed up with mixed juices, she jammed the ring over her pudgy hand. "I couldn't wear this earlier when I was alone, but with our love together anything is possible." Her face turned red from the effort but she was unrelenting. Then it finally worked over with a grunt, and hardly had to shrink to be snug. The plan was growing more and more apparent, and Melanie started slowly shaking her head. No. No God damned way can this happen. This was a new frontier of trespassing, and there was no way to stop it. Melanie watched Shelby slowly turn to look in her eyes. Melanie's terror suspended when she seen the look on her face. Pure serenity, it was almost pretty. "I love you, Melanie." Shelby spoke with a direct soft voice. She took her index and pushed the green button. "NNG!" Melanie screamed over her sock, knowing full well it was done and could no longer be prevented. Shelby's fat little body crumpled to the floor, the head making a sound like rocks colliding underwater as it hit the tiles. That silent moment after seemed an eternity. In the room were three laying bodies, two minds, and one terrifying event. Just what Melanie felt when she seen the body she dressed earlier that day - the shell she had used all her nineteen years - starting to move, even she couldn't say. The eyes she seen through her whole life opened, blinking until they turned to look at her new ones. She watched her face spread into a lovely smile, something it didn't do often. The old Melanie raised up to sit on the edge of the bed and looked at her hands, inspecting them, then down at her breasts and legs. The smile was now beaming. She stood up with shaking legs, looking like a baby deer standing for the first time. She quickly got the hang of it and confidently found a solid posture. College Clones Ch. 04: New Beginning Shelby gave a disgusted look down on the fat empty body, and Melanie seen what she looked like when she hated something. The old her suddenly spat onto the useless entity and gave a laugh that chilled Melanie. It was Shelby's little grunting laugh but through her face and voice. Their eyes met again, and something was final. This was the beginning of something new, like it or not. "Now we're both perfect mistress. I'm all yours." Shelby said in Melanie's voice, then began stepping over her old self towards Melanie while pulling her shirt over her head. The forgotten body on the floor, just another cast aside container from Shelby. - Continued in Chapter 5 -