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Abby's Ascension Ch. 01

By: effjoo



Abby is a normal girl who comes to possess a very unique gem. It gives her powers to reshape herself and those around her in any way she wants. But, as with any power, there is a cost, and in this case the source of the power is the energy of others.

Abby walked out of the bar, into a warm Brooklyn summer Friday evening. She was tipsy, but still had her faculties mostly intact. She'd left her roommate Sarah in the bar, like she did most nights they went out. Abby knew Sarah would be just fine, and felt she'd fulfilled her social obligations for the evening. They lived far enough away they she thought about hailing a cab, but decided it was too pleasant an evening to bother. She started the 10 block walk home.

Abby was mad at letting Sarah talk her into coming out tonight. Whenever she went out with Sarah, she often wound up feeling like just an accessory, as Sarah flirted with various men, until she found one she wanted to spend the night with. As of late, Sarah had been hooking up with a "bro" named Wil. Abby didn't like him, but according to Sarah, he was "hot and hung". Abby knew that Sarah would get tired of him eventually, and that would be the end of Wil. 

Wil had a friend named Mike, who seemed to occupy the same position, in relation to Wil, that Abby did for Sarah. Both Abby and Mike were far too timid to do much more than make small talk with each other. They'd even occasionally make eye contact. Earlier in the evening, Sarah had given Abby Mike's number. It was Wil's idea. Abby didn't really know how to feel about that, or how she felt about Mike, but that was not a new situation for her these last few months.

At 22, Abby was still a virgin. She had kissed a few boys, but never gone past some heavy petting. She'd never had a real relationship. She was definitely attracted to men, but just didn't know how to act on those feelings. She'd grown up in a very conservative family in a small town in flyover country. The kind of place where the high school had corn fields surrounding it. Her parents loved her, but weren't very good at showing it. She had a small group of close friends, but they gradually lost contact as she advanced in college. Sarah was really her only close friend. 

If her conservative roots and lack of self-confidence weren't enough to keep her from perusing a love life, her looks didn't help. She was 5' 2" and weighed 145 pounds. Her hair was dirty brown and never cooperated with her. She usually wore it in a lose pony tail. Her eyes were a pale blue. Her face was unremarkable, except for her acne scars and blotchy skin. She had large hips, but minimal curves to show for it. Up top she was basically flat, and wore an A cup bra more out of a sense of propriety than need. 

When she started college, she'd been randomly paired up with Sarah for a roommate. They quickly bonded over a shared appreciation for bad Sci-fi movies and Harry Potter books, and spent many late nights glued to the TV watching b-horror movies. Abby was something of an introvert, but Sarah was outgoing and enjoyed taking advantage of the vast supply of young horny people in their dorm. She playfully tormented Abby with stories of her sexual conquests. Abby always acted shocked, but in secret, it turned her on. They became the closest of friends, and after graduation both moved to Brooklyn to pursue their goals and start their lives.

Abby was most of the way home when she paused to marvel at a church. It must have been at least 200 years old. Huge granite stones, large stained glass windows, and even some gargoyles. All very Gothic in appearance. Passing the yard next to the church, she saw something shiny hanging from the wrought iron fence surrounded the church grounds. It was a necklace. She picked it up, and examined it. The chain was fine, and looked to be made of gold. There was a sizable red stone hanging on a pendant. The whole thing was very long.

Abby put it in her purse, and made a mental note to call the church the next day, someone would definitely be looking for something like this. She finished the walk and let herself into the apartment she and Sarah shared. It was a very small 3rd floor, two bedroom walkup. The rent was absurd, but they managed to get by.

Abby removed her shoes, threw her purse on her bed, and started to take off her clothes, still wearing her work outfit. She removed her plain white blouse, charcoal skirt, grey bra and panties, none of which really fit very well. She flopped backwards onto the bed, knocking her purse over. 

The necklace spilled out and touched Abby's arm. It felt warm on her skin. She held up the necklace and examined it. The chain was gold, and very light. The stone was a good size. The overall design reminded her of a rosary with the red gem pendant in place of the cross. 

"This can't be a real stone, it'd be worth a fortune." Abby sat up and walked to the mirror on her closet door. She wanted to see the necklace in the mirror. It initially felt cool on her skin, but immediately began to warm. For a moment she thought she could see a dim light inside from the gem flicker in the mirror. She adjusted the necklace until the chain and pendant hung between her small breasts. The chain hung past her naval. She ran her hand down the necklace, feeling the warmth, and picked up the gem. It was almost hot to the touch, and seemed to be getting warmer.

As her fingers made contact with the gem, she hear a female voice cry out in release, but before she could figure out from where, a bright flash of red light and an intense heat filled the room. She felt pain in her fingers before an unknown force threw her backward on to her bed. Sprawled out on top of her bed, she fell unconscious.

Around her bed, the few candles she kept in her room had melted slightly and a trace smell of something burning filled the space. The necklace was gone, but the stone itself had survived the incident and was now embedded in Abby's navel. Its color was dark, like dried blood, but there was a small light that flickered in the center of the stone. 

That night Abby had strange dreams. The dreams were vivid, and all involved Abby in various forms of intercourse, with both men and women. Within the dreams, she could sense the energy being released by her love making, and felt that energy wash over her whenever someone was climaxing. 

After a few hours of dreaming, a new body appeared in her dream. A gorgeous woman. Her features weren't clearly defined, but Abby could just sense that her body was flawless. Her eyes were a deep purple, and she had black lips and fang-like elongated canine teeth. The woman joined the dream orgy, taking and giving pleasure in equal parts, and eventually she receded to the shadows of the dream, and simply observed the love making.

Toward the end of the dream, all the other bodies disappeared except the woman. A mirror appeared next to the woman. Abby walked in front of the mirror, and looked into it. 

A faceless body stood where her reflection should have been. The form had pale skin covered in thin, black, shadowy lines, like veins full of pitch. Its shape was androgynous and kept shifting. It became a large, built masculine form, then flowed back toward androgyny, and then solidified into a curvy, well-endowed female figure. 

Abby felt herself becoming slightly aroused at the final shape the figure took. The woman next to the mirror smile, her fangs visible. 

"An excellent selection, my child. Now to bring this dream to reality."

Abby was suddenly overcome with arousal. Her pussy began radiating heat, and she threw her hands toward it. Her right hand worked her clit as fast as it could, and her left plunged two fingers into her pussy, back and forth, going as deep as she could.

Abby felt her arousal building. She was so close to coming, but suddenly she felt like she was being pulled away from the dream. The woman next to the mirror spoke again, "We'll be seeing more of each other soon." Abby began to orgasm.

Abby awoke with a startle. Her phone was buzzing. She realized her hands were in her crotch, and covered with her own juices. She was covered in sweat, and her sheets were soaked. Her pussy and clit felt almost raw. She could smell her scent in the heavy air. She couldn't remember much of her dreams, but they had clearly excited her.

She looked at her no longer buzzing phone, it was already 1:30. The buzz was from a text from Sarah, "Hey sleepyhead, went to lunch with some of the girls from the office. You were still out cold. Txt if you want food." 

"How did I sleep that long?" She made her way to the tiny bathroom to clean herself up. By force of habit, she checked her face in the mirror, looking for any new pimples needing poppy. To her surprise, her face looked clear and healthy. The normal pock marks and scars on her cheeks seemed diminished.

She ran the shower, and stepped in. She washed her hair and had started soaping up her body when she saw the gem in her naval. She felt around it, there seemed to be no clear end to her skin and the start of the gem. She could move her belly skin around to tell it was still hard, and definitely attached to her. It didn't hurt at least, but it was cause for concern. She wondered if Sarah had played a joke on her, but this wasn't her typical prank type.

She finished her shower, dried off and grabbed her phone. She texted Sarah, "very hungry, bring me whatever is easy" and made her way to her bedroom again. She stood in front of the mirror on her closet door to closer examine the stone in her navel. This time, when she touched the stone, she felt a slight tingle work its way through her toward her pussy. The stone felt warmer, and the tingle started to build until she was noticeably turned on. She felt wetness seep in between her lower lips. She went to her bed, lied back and started rubbed her clit, and pinching her small nipples with her left. 

Her mind rapidly filled with erotic images. Men with chiseled features and women with huge breasts and hairless pussies. She pushed her middle and ring fingers into pussy, as far as she could, working in and out rapidly. Her mind shifted to the thought of Sarah's nude body, and she saw Sarah's head buried between her legs. 

Eventually her point of view shifted, she was now looking down toward Sarah's back and Sarah was on all fours, facing away. Abby was fucking Sarah from behind. She looked down and saw a huge cock slamming into her roommate. Somehow she knew the cock was actually her clit, but massively enlarged. These thoughts, combined by her self-stimulation, pushed her over the edge, until she came again so hard she blacked out.

Sarah came home around 3:00pm. She didn't see any signs of Abby, other than the light still on in the bathroom. Sarah eased her roommate's bedroom door open and was surprised by what she saw. Her roommate was splayed out on her bed, hands buried in her pussy and a huge grin on her face. Yet, she appeared to be unconscious.

Sarah noticed the raw smell of sex that filled the room. She couldn't ever remember having seen or heard her roommate masturbate before. She closed the door to Abby's room and busied herself with the groceries she bought and straightening up the apartment.

Sarah was, by all accounts, an attractive woman. Built to move, her years of dance practice and as a member of her high school cross country team reinforced that. She stood 5'9" and she had a slim, almost, lanky build. Her hair was light blond, and her eyes were clear blue/grey. Her breasts were a smallish B cup, and with the right bra she could create a nice little valley of cleavage. If you asked her though, her best feature was, undoubtedly, her legs and butt. She took pleasure in wearing short skirts, sun dresses and cutoffs whenever she could. 

8:00pm was approaching and Sarah had plans for the evening. Abby was still asleep. Sarah hopped she hadn't caught a cold or something. Sarah was going to meet up with Wil tonight. She made sure to wear a nice, short skirt, tight top and some medium heels. She wanted to make sure she could get what she wanted out of him. This was to be the last hurrah before she had to cut him off. 

Wil was a jerk, and she didn't have patience for his arrogance any more. If it weren't for the monster in his trousers, she'd have cut him loose weeks ago. The truth was, she'd never been with someone as big as him. Maybe as long as he was, but not as big around. She suspected he'd become abusive if she actually started dating him, so she wanted one last fuck before ending it. 

She made her way downstairs to catch a cab, and met Wil at a trendy bar in the Lower East Side. They had some drinks and ate at some middle of the road Italian place. Afterward, they went to a dark club with thumping music, and he quickly made his move on Sarah. She was enjoying the music and didn't feel like going back to his place quite yet. 

"I wanna dance, come dance with me!"

"I'm tired of dancing, let's grab a cab, head back to my place."

Sarah considered his offer, but she barely had a buzz and wanted to enjoy the evening a little before going back to his place to get her pussy pounded.

"It's only 11:30, we're not that old, come on!"

Sarah walked toward the dance floor without him, but to her surprise he didn't follow. Wil stayed seated, looking angry. Sarah started moving to the music, and grinding on the other people dancing. 

She wanted to torment Wil a little, so she started rubbing up against a redhead in plunging dress. The redhead seemed to be game, and spun around, grinding her ass into Sarah. She thought for certain that Wil would be coming out onto the dance floor by now, but when she looked over he was gone.

Now Sarah was distracted by Wil's disappearing act. She felt her phone buzz and saw a text.

"FU, I got better things to do than watch u lez out, fking slut."

There it was, his petulant inner asshole. 

Sarah had lost her interest in club and grabbed a cab back to her apartment, hoping Abby was awake and feeling better. As Sarah shut the door to their apartment, Abby woke up. At least Abby's body woke up. Her mind was still lost in a fog of sex and confusion. Her body was hungry, and didn't care on what it fed.

Abby walked into the living room, still half wearing her robe, startling Sarah. 

"Oh, thank goodness Abbs, I thought you were sick." Abby said nothing, but her body was pumping out pheromones as an unnatural level. 

"Are you feeling better? There's some lunch meat and bread I got at the store today. You will not believe the shit Wil just pulled! Oh, wow, my head feels weird, damn it's warm in here."

Sarah started to feel overcome by the heat in the apartment. She was getting turned on, but couldn't figure out why. Abby reached out with her mind, and filled Sarah's mind with thoughts of sex.

Sarah, not really understanding what was happening, pulled her top over her head, and dropped her skirt to the floor, leaving her in just her thong. Abby walked toward her, grabbed her hand and lead Sarah back to her bedroom.

Abby laid back on the bed, while Sarah climbed between her legs kissing the insides of Abby's thighs. She was driven to taste Abby and moved her mouth onto her pussy. She worked Abby's slit up and down with her tongue, and gently started probing her clit. She inserted her index and middle fingers into her roommate, and started working back and forth, gaining speed. 

Abby was soaking wet. Sarah kept licking and fucking her roommate's pussy with her tongue. She pulled her hand away and used her left thumb to pull Abby's clit hood out of the way and began forcefully working the exposed clit with her tongue. 

Abby felt her orgasm coming quickly. Sarah kept working Abby's clit with her hand and then started to kiss her way up her friend's body. She nibbled on Abby's nipples, and watched them harden as she teased. Sarah kissing Abby with a strong, wet kiss. Their tongues entwining, while they each tried to devour the others mouth. Sarah used her thumb to put pressure on Abby's clit, and felt the incredible heat coming off her Abby's pussy. 

As they continued to kiss and finger fuck, until Abby felt her orgasm start to take hold. Sarah sensed it and worked her that much faster. As the orgasm began to wash over Abby, she felt compelled to kiss Sarah and as she did, she could feel her body drawing something out from Sarah. 

A strange red smoke-like fluid flowed out of Sarah's throat, through her wide open mouth, and down into Abby. Abby's orgasm seemed linked to this process, and when the red smoke entered Abby, she started to shake violently, overcome with pleasure on a magnitude she'd never experienced. 

Sarah collapsed on her, her fingers still buried in Abby's pussy. Abby didn't notice as she was still wrestling with the all-encompassing sensations rolling over her entire body. Eventually she blacked out from the experience.

An hour or so later, Abby woke. She felt incredible, easily the best she could remember having ever felt. She stood and went to the mirror in her room. She was so distracted by her new found vigor, she failed to notice her roommate, passed out on the sex stain they'd left, breathing shallowly.

Abby stared in the mirror, unsure of what exactly she was looking for. She then felt a strange sensation, centered on the red stone in her navel. A warmth filled her, gradually turning to a heat. She felt almost overcome by it. Wisps of steam began was rising from her skin. 

In her mind, she heard a voice, "ASCEND!"

Her gaze began focusing on what she was seeing in the mirror. She hated her hair and it was a complete mess from her recent fucking. She mentally willed to be easier to style and maintain, like the woman in the shampoo commercial she had seen recently. Just then, it started moving on its own reshaping itself and smoothing itself out, losing the frizz it always naturally had. 

It began to change color, shifting from a dirty brown to a deep, dark red. She mentally imagined what it would look like if it were longer, and as she did, it grew from the usual length just below her ears, to below her should blades. It took on a natural waviness.

As her trance continued, she willed away her acne scars and freckles completely. She lightened her complexion, and watched as her eye brows thinned and reshaped themselves. The slight kink in her nose flattened away, and her teeth whitened. Her face looked like she had just had a full makeover, evenly toned, clear and smooth. 

Her lips plumped into a perfect bow and took on a natural shine. She found she could mentally change the shade between deep dark red and a light pink. She settled on a something in between.

Next she looked down to her stomach, and with a slight mental push watched as her paunch seemed to melt away, leaving behind a flat, trim stomach. She willed her waist to shrink in, to give her much more pronounced curves. Turning sideways in the mirror, she was pleased by her now flat tummy. 

Next she focused on her ass. She watched as it reshaped itself, going first from a saggy cellulite filled mass into a pert, curved rear. She enjoyed how it lifted itself and firmed up, taking on a peach like shape. 

Her legs, likewise, began to thin down and take on definition and firmness. Her once thick thighs and ankles were now thin curvaceous columns of muscle. They darkened to match the rest of her skin tone. 

She turned to face the mirror directly again, and saw for the first time, a gap just below her pussy. Tracing her gaze lower, she saw a sexy set of legs she knew she'd be proud to show off in a skirt. 

She looked at her pussy. It was still slick from her lovemaking with Sarah. She never liked how dense her bush was, so she made it hairless and smooth. She could clearly see her outer labia now, and tried to change their color to match her facial lips. She was delighted when she could make them match. 


Abby's Ascension Ch. 01



Deciding that she had what she thought was an idea vagina, she looked at her small breasts. Sure, she sometimes thought if they were bigger she might get more attention, but she never considered changing them with surgery. With the smallest of mental push, they began to grow, at the same time she contracted her rib cage slightly. 

For the first time in the process, she felt a twinge of pain, but she enjoyed it. She watched as her breasts increased in size, until she could fill a C cup easily. She reshaped her flat, half-dollar sized nipples into small pink erect nubs, the same shade as her lips and pussy. 

Lastly, she stared at the red gem in her navel. She knew that to most people it would look strange, so she imagined it instead as a ring in her pierced belly button. The flesh of her tummy reshaped itself and hardened into what looked like a gold ring, with a large red gem in it.

Abby had become an object of beautiful. She felt that she had exhausted whatever energy had let her reshape herself. She was tired again, and she wandered back into her room. Sarah was still sprawled out on the bed, fast asleep. Abby crawled in, spooning against her roommate. She'd never shared a bed with someone before, but she enjoyed it.

She fell asleep almost immediately.



Abby's Ascension Ch. 02



As Abby fell asleep spooning her roommate, she slipped into a similar dream state as when she first bonded with the stone. She could feel a presence in the room with her and spun around searching for it. As she turned, the room fell away and all that remained was another woman standing with her. She knew this was the same woman from her earlier dream, but she looked different, like the woman she had seen in the mirror before she slept: dark red hair, trim physique, hourglass figure. She felt confused, but didn't understand how her mind recognized the figure. "Who are you?"

The woman laughed slightly, "Who I am doesn't matter right now, what matters is how wonderful you did at choosing your new look! I'm impressed!" She spun around, showing off her body. "You should be proud, and in no time I'm sure you will be. For now, we need to work on this self-image problem you have. That body you're wearing is so yesterday!" Abby looked down and saw the same belly flab and pear shaped figure she always saw in the mirror. 

"No no no, that's all wrong, let me help you." 

The woman walked up to Abby and placed a finger on her forehead. Immediately Abby recalled her romp with Sarah, the intense pleasure from Sarah's lips, fingers and tongue, and the strange kiss that ended with Abby's orgasm.

"I had to take charge for a little while, make sure you fed quickly, and that your batteries didn't run dead! You wouldn't like what happens when your batteries run dead!"

"What did I do to Sarah? Why did I do those things?!" said Abby.

"Well, technically speaking, you didn't do those things, at least not the you that existed before you put on that necklace. Second, you did it because that's your nature now. You were feeding on Sarah, that's what you called her, right? You were feeding on Sarah's sexual energy. And you better get used to it kiddo, because we're going to need a lot more!"

"What are you saying, I'm some kind of a sex vampire or succubus?"

"Wow, typical human, has to put a label on everything. You are still Abby, and outside of those brief little excursions your body is your own. You don't need to drink blood, or anything like that. You can still eat food, but I doubt you'll bother anymore. Think of our relationship as symbiotic. We need to feed, and the more energy you give me, the easier it is for both of us!"

"No, there's no way I'm going to be able to do what you did to Sarah!"

"Well, I promise, when you wake up, it'll be easier than you think. You'll be downright excited to do it! It'll be easy for you to find sources of food. Just look at yourself, no one will be able to resist you!"

The woman showed Abby a mirror image of herself, showing her what her body had become from her reshaping.

"That can't be me, it looks nothing like me!"

"It's you deary, like it or not...but who are we kidding, you like it, hell you picked it!"

Abby was speechless as she stared at her new form. She knew this was wrong, that it shouldn't be happening, but she'd always wanted to be beautiful, to be desired. Every second her resistance fell, and she started to accept what she saw.

The woman grinned. "Accept me and this gift and we will know unimaginable amounts of fun!" Abby didn't want to stop being the woman in the mirror, she wanted to be beautiful and confident. The woman reached her hand out toward Abby. Abby raised her arm to reach toward the woman. Just as their hands touched, an explosion of bright red light filled Abby's mind.

Abby awoke with a start. Her sheets were damp from her sweat, and she could feel her hair matted to her scalp. She got up and as she entered the bathroom she let out a small scream. She saw her new face in the mirror. After a moment, she calmed herself just enough to stop screaming and blurt out, "OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HELL!?" She stared in the mirror, seeing her newly reformed face and body. So much had changed, she could still recognize herself, but anyone other than her friends and family wouldn't. 

The first thing that jumped out at her, was that she'd lost a lot of weight! She stood on her scale: 112lbs! She lost 33 pounds overnight?! "This is impossible!" Her hair was the same dark red at the roots and at the tips, and it felt smooth, no damage from being dyed. 

She was scared at what she saw, but as time passed and she studied herself more, gradually her mind stopped racing, and fear turned to curiosity. She touched her face, amazed at how prominent her cheek bones were. Her lips felt incredibly soft, and had a natural shine. No signs of her acne scars or freckles.

She ran her hands down to her now sizable breasts and hefted them in her hands. She couldn't believe how perky they were considering their size. And her nipples were now small and firm, and pink! "Ooh!" she slightly pinched them, enjoying their sensitivity. 

Her hands drifted lower, over her now flat, firm tummy. She could notice the slight outline of muscles under her skin, something she never could have imagined seeing in the past. She progressed to her now unnaturally smooth mound. She had shaved a few times before, but there was always some stubble or burn. Now though, it was like hair never grew to begin with. She also noticed there was an almost unnatural warmth radiating from her pussy. 

She felt around to her ass. It was firm and she felt small dimples just above it. She ran her hands down her legs. She smiled at how flexible she was. She easily slipped into a big toe yoga pose, no exertion or pain. It was like her body wanted to do it. Holding the pose she ran her hands up her legs. Like her pussy, it felt like she had simply never had hair on them. 

She stood, running her hands back toward her vagina. She noticed the slight gap between her thighs formed a tiny heart. She teased her lower lips apart, again amazed at how the color had shifted to a light pink. Every inch of her body felt electric!

Awash in the pleasure of these new sensations, gradually she became aware of another feeling, that of hunger. The hunger sensation drew her attention away from feeling her body. In her mind, a brief thought flashed through "FEED!" Forcing herself to focus, she decided she would get clean in the shower and then find some food. 

It took significant self-restraint not to masturbate in the shower, her body simply loved being touched too much. As she finished washing and exited the shower, she dried off. She put her robe on, brushed her hair, and walked toward the kitchen. She was intent on finding some food, trying to remember if they even had any in the apartment.

She found some bread, and Sarah had apparently bought lunch meat, so she made herself a turkey sandwich. When she took a bite, it didn't taste bad, but she thought it all seemed to taste bland. She poured herself some orange juice, and it was also without flavor, almost like water. She finished eating, but the feeling of hunger hadn't subsided, if anything it was slightly more noticeable. 

Abby went into her room to get dressed. She saw Sarah sprawled face down still fast asleep. She poked Sarah and yelled at her to wake up, but her roommate was dead to the world. She rolled Sarah over to make sure she was actually just asleep, and as she did, Abby caught a strong smell of arousal from her roommate. It made her hunger flare up, causing her a slight pain.

Abby had to get out of the house and distract herself. She wanted to go for a walk to clear her head. She tried on some of her old clothes. Her underwear didn't fit at all, far too large for her new rear. Likewise all her bras were far too small in cup, and too large in the band. She went into Sarah's room and stole Sarah's "bloated" bra and a pair of cotton boy-short underwear. Neither fit well, but at least she had something on. 

Since she was already stealing Sarah's underwear, she might as well see if anything else fit. She threw on an old knee length blue dress Sarah had had since college. On Sarah it was knee length, but on Abby it went well past. It was fairly lose too, which was nice since Abby wasn't the type to wear tight outfits. Abby's feet were a bit smaller than Sarah, so she went back into her room and grabbed some black flats. Again, the smell from Sarah made her aware of how hungry she was.

Abby grabbed her purse and headed to the door. She walked to the end of her block, no real sense of where she was going, just that she needed to be doing something, to let her mind sort through what was happening. Quickly though, she started to notice she was getting extra attention. 

Men's gazes were drifting toward her. She could feel their eyes on her. Part of her was repulsed by it, but another part was slowly getting turned on. Gradually she started to become aware that when a man passed next to her, she could feel his thoughts, or at least impressions of his thoughts, and they were almost always sexual.

Eventually she started to feel overwhelmed by it, and ducked into a quiet coffee shop. Thankfully it was filled mostly with women who barely noticed Abby walking in. Her mind grew quiet until she only hear her own thoughts. She stepped to the counter, and the barista took her order. The barista was a somewhat typical looking hipster: tight jeans, a stripped long sleeved shirt, piercings, horn rimmed glasses. She had brown short hair, and as Abby waited for her drink, she unconsciously started checking out the barista. She was short, but had nice curves, and a full pair of breasts, especially for her height.

As the barista finished the drink, she handed it to Abby making skin to skin contact for a split second, but it was enough for Abby to clearly hear the barista's thoughts. Her name was Hannah, and she was bi, but didn't hadn't really accepted it. The touch left Hannah feeling incredibly flushed and aroused, and they looked directly at each other. Abby could feel Hannah's desire for her build. Images of Hannah's nude form flashed through her mind, and she saw herself sucking on Hannah's pert nipples and licking her pussy through her thick bush. Abby panicked, unsure what to do. Her hunger rose up but she was terrified of all the new feelings running through her. She bolted out the door and back onto the street. Hannah was left stunned, and feeling incredibly turned on, so much so she excused herself to the ladies room.

Abby did her best to try to ignore the thoughts filling her mind, and as she walked they seemed to lessen, but at the same time her hunger was grating on her more. She turned on a side street, heading toward a park. When she got there she sought out a bench in the least populated corner. She sifted through her mind, recalling vague impressions of her body changing and a strange conversation with a woman she knew, but they we're fleeting. It was all still so foggy.

She tried drinking her coffee, but like everything else had, it tasted like nothing. This time it just tasted like char mixed with water. She dumped it out and tossed the cup. She kept walking.

Abby had been out for over two hours, she wanted to go home, at least there it would be quiet. Her hunger was stronger now than when she left her apartment. She hoped that Sarah would be awake so she could at least talk to someone about all this.

She walked in to the entry, a man she vaguely remembered having seen in the building before was getting his mail. This time though, she was stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of him. He was at least 6'3", dark brown hair and eyes, stubble, thin, but with some definition. He was wearing a sweat soaked t-shirt and athletic shorts. He'd been jogging from the look of it. Then Abby noticed his smell had filled the room, musky, and distinctly masculine. 

She'd never known a man to smell as good as this man did right now. She was just staring as the man closed his mailbox. Abby's body began to pump out pheromones. Her mind could hear the man's thoughts. He wanted a shower, and hadn't noticed Abby yet. Her pheromones drifted into his nose, and he quickly scanned the room locking gazes with Abby.

She felt his mind open up and she sifted through it. The man preferred taller women, with more of a tan, and lighter dirty blonde hair. Her body started to react, as she slowly started walking toward the man. She grew an inch every step she took, until she had shot up to 5' 8". Her skin had taken on a deep tan, and her hair had lightened until she was a dark shade of blonde and wove itself into a pair of French braided pigtails. Her lips further plumped up, and her cheeks flushed. Her breasts increased in size ever so slightly so that they strained harder against the bra and dress that much more. Her ass increased in size, pushing the rear of her dress up a bit, making it ride to mid-thigh. Lastly, her finger and toe nails turned a bright red color, and looked like they'd just been manicured. 

The unnamed man closed the distance to Abby, and as soon as he could, he grabbed her and stuck his tongue down her throat. The man's hands roamed all over Abby's body, cupping her ass and groping her breasts. Abby was instantly wet. Her mind still had an unease with sex, so when the man lead them toward he read entrance of the building, out of the way of passersby, she resisted ever so slightly. But, by the time they'd made it to the back of the building, her hunger was asserting itself and her control was fading.

The man unzipped his pants, and gestured toward his crotch. Abby had never gone down on a man, but her rewired mind seemed to understand what to do. She could see his cock was straining against his sweaty boxer-briefs. She reached her hand into his shorts and freed his 6" of flesh. He was cut, and his pubes were trimmed back. Large veins ran along either side of his cock. Abby was surprised how firm, yet flexible the man's penis was. Her mouth had started salivating once she seen with the man's cock.

She gently wrapped her lips around him. It was musky, and salty. She couldn't believe how delicious it tasted. She started bobbing her head back and forth, sucking while working her tongue around the bottom of the shaft. Her right hand grabbed it by the base, and she picked up speed. She felt compelled to see if she could take his full manhood in her mouth. She was surprised when she didn't gag in the slightest, in fact it felt as though her throat expanded to accommodate the man's member. 

As she swallowed the full length of the man's cock, the walls of her throat started to contract and pulse. Her throat was milking the man's penis. As she did, her hunger took on a new urgency. She tried to work him as best she could, and unconsciously her tongue lengthened by at least 6" so she could wrap it and swirl it around the base of his shaft, and his balls. She withdrew the man's length from her throat, and worked her head back and forth. She tasted something slightly salty in her mouth, nothing she'd tasted before, but she immediately knew what it was. She felt the man's cock stiffen a bit more, and through her elongated tongue, felt his balls starting to contract. 

The man threw his hands on the back of Abby's head, and held her in place as he started to come. When the first rope of cum his the back of her throat she felt filled with power and hunger. Had the man been looking at her eyes, he'd have seen her pupils had disappeared and were now sold jet black. Abby began to suck as hard as she could on the man's cock. 

Rope after rope of cum filled her mouth, and she swallowed and sucked it all, but as his cum stopped flowing she continued to draw from the man. Her body had started feeding, and it wouldn't stop until she'd taken every bit of sexual energy she could. The red smoke began flowing into Abby's throat. Abby's extra-long tongue swirled around her lips, tasting the energy.

As Abby finished, the man collapsed to his knees. He was unconscious. Abby began to shake, as an orgasm ripped through her body. Her entire body began radiating heat and sweat began to steam off of her skin. She felt incredible, the hunger was dramatically lessened, but not gone, and her mind filled with the clear memories of her changing her body and the conversation she'd had in her dream. 

She understood she'd just fed on the man. She understood that her body, to some extend at least, would reshape itself to be a more ideal mate for whomever she desired, and she understood that she could influence and manipulate the minds of those around her. She knew that she could change her body almost at will. She also knew that if she didn't feed enough, her inner predator would take over and feed through any means necessary. Her feeding wouldn't kill a person, but if she fed too frequently it would drain them of any interest in sex and leave them in a coma like state. 

Her body slowly reverted to her existing form. Her hair darkened, her breasts receded, her height shrunk back to 5' 2". She felt, essentially, normal again. As she looked at the man collapsed on the floor, she was surprised she felt almost nothing toward him. She'd absorbed enough of his thoughts to know that he treated most women like objects and trophies. He wasn't a good man, but not an especially bad one. 

She headed for the stairs to her apartment. Part of her enjoyed what'd just happened. She fought to reconcile her memories of herself with this new world view and body. Part of her knew she should be horrified by all this, but whatever new force was driving her seemed to make her okay with it.

As she opened the door to their apartment, nothing had changed and Sarah was still asleep. Abby probed her mind she realized the woman was exhausted, but unharmed. Sarah's mind had no clear memories of what had really happened the night prior.

Sarah's phone was laying at the foot of the bed. Abby picked it up, there were a few new texts. All from Wil:

"Sry for being a dick last nit, can we talk?"

"Plz don't ignore me, I was a jerk, call me!"

"I just want to talk to you, I won't be like that again."

"Yeah, sure you won't, asshole." Abby said out loud as a devious idea formed in her mind. She tossed the phone on the bed.

With some uncertainty, Abby looked the mirror. She tried to remember the previous night in front of the mirror and how she changed herself. She reached out with her mind, and tried to change her hair. She envisioned it as the same straw colored blond of her sleeping roommate. The color shifted almost immediately, so quickly it almost startled her. 

Feeling more confident this might actually work, she focused on her eyes, making them the same light blue of Sarah's. Abby walked to the end of the bed. Sarah was still passed out, naked and exposed. Sarah reached down to touch her roommate's ankle. Once she'd made contact, she willed her entire body to become a copy of Sarah, and in response she felt a wave of pleasure roll through her body. 

Her legs immediately began to lengthen to match Sarah's height. Her breasts shrunk from her very full C, to a B cup. Her hips widened slightly. Her neck lengthened, a small appendectomy scare appeared on her stomach. Her pubic mound became covered in a short, blond landing strip. Her skin lightened to an almost pale color, before taking on a bit of golden tan. Her facial features flowed until Abby was Sarah's twin. 

Abby spoke out loud "hello, this is Sarah" and her voice adjusted automatically from Abby's light soprano, down to Sarah's mezzo-soprano until it was a perfect match. She looked at the still bright red diamond belly piercing, and willed it to disappear. She knew it was still there, but at least now no one else could see it.

Abby went back in front of the mirror. She was now an identical copy of Sarah. No one would be able to tell them apart. The plain blue dress she was wearing hung on her body just like she'd seen it hang on Sarah's.

Abby walked out of the bedroom, past the door and into the kitchen, picking the phone up as she passed the bed.




Abby's Ascension Ch. 03



Abby, now in Sarah's body, stood in front of the mirror. Sarah was an attractive woman, and had a good body for most clothes, but she didn't have much of a budget so her closet was sparse. She rarely dressed provocatively, so Abby knew she was in for a challenge and dove back into Sarah's closet.

Abby was wearing the first outfit she'd grabbed from the closet: a sleeveless dress, navy colored, with a high neckline and a hem that went to just above the knee. It featured a soft material and a low slung back. Abby didn't mind it, but it was not really what she had in mind. A bit too "formal gala" for what she had planned. 

The second outfit was better. It was likely something Sarah would wear to a job interview. A charcoal knee-length pencil skirt and a light blue blouse. Abby unbuttoned the top few buttons to show a bit more of her chest. She willed her hair to style itself into a tight updo. She added some dark eye shadow and was pleased with what she saw. The pencil skirt really highlighted Sarah's shapely legs and narrow waist. But still, Abby thought she could do better.

Near the back of Sarah's closet, Abby found what she was looking for: a dark red wrap dress. She pulled the dress over her head, pushing the skirt down over her hips. She flipped the two sashes over her shoulders and wrapped it around, tying it tight in the back. She repositioned her breasts into the dress, and adjusted it. 

Yes, this is was what she needed. The hem sat lose, 4" above her knees, but by mid-thigh it was a snug fit, showing off her curves splendidly. It clung to her hips, and was tight enough to show off her flat, firm tummy. Up top, the dress showed ample amounts of her chest, and the neckline stopped high enough that she could wear a strapless bra. The design of the dress showed off her sides and back nicely. As she spun around, she saw that the tag for the dress was still on it. Sarah had never even worn it!

She found some strappy black 3" heels, and was giggled as she admired what the heels did to her ass. Old Abby would have never worn heels in the first place, but now she seemed to be able to walk in them without any trouble.

She shifted her hair from the updo into a style with bangs and a shoulder length straight cut. She made her lips and finger nails bright red, and made her eyes look like she was wearing dark, smoky eye shadow. She was still braless, and went looking for a strapless one to wear. 

After a few minutes of searching, she couldn't find anything in an acceptable color. An idea popped in her head and she went back in front of the mirror. She thought about increasing the size of her breasts a half cup size, and imagined them sitting high, forming natural cleavage, like a bra would do. Her breasts responded immediately, and grew and reshaped themselves until she had just the look she wanted. For fun, she firmed up the flesh in her breasts, and hardened her nipples, making them poke through the sheer material.

She felt good as she admired her look. She'd never dressed like this in her life, let alone looked close to this good. She was getting turned on from her own reflection, but before she let it get to her too much, she reminded herself she was actually being turned on by Sarah's reflection. As that thought rolled through her mind, she remembered her and her roommates activities the night before, realizing that thinking about Sarah still turned her on an awful lot.

Lastly, she needed to find some underwear. Confident as she was, she wasn't about to go out into the city without at least some kind of underwear on. Abby quickly found a black lace thong, looked at it uneasily, but decided to slide it up her long smooth legs. It was her first time wearing a thong, and while she expected it to be uncomfortable and "wedged" in her ass, she was pleasantly surprised at how barely noticeable it was. She'd have to remember that the next time she went shopping.

"There, I'm ready!" The real Sarah was still asleep on her bed as Abby grabbed Sarah's purse and headed for the door. She checked her phone, well actually Sarah's phone, and had only 15 minutes to get to Wil's apartment, but really she didn't care if she was late. She knew he wasn't going anywhere.

Abby walked to the end of the block, and down into the subway. She rode it all the way to the lower east side, where Wil had his place. His family had money, and paid his rent for him. She was over a half hour late, and he'd texted her multiple times wanting to know where she was. Every text she got made her more resolute about her plan.

She pressed the buzzer, and waited. The cool night air rolled over her skin. If she'd any had hair follicles below her neck, she might have gotten goose bumps. The door buzzed, and she walked in the entry, toward the elevator. As the elevator doors closed, she was almost stunned by her reflection in the stainless steel doors. The ride over she had kind of forgotten how she looked.

She gathering herself, adjusted her dress, and put her phone in her purse. She tried to center herself in her mind, reminding herself that she wasn't Abby right now, rather she was Sarah. She thought about what Sarah had said, how Wil was incredibly well endowed. She thought about Sarah's mannerisms and the way she walked, and most importantly how she sounded. She thought also about how Sarah looked.

That though caused a brief sense of arousal to flare in her. She used that to focus her attention on what she was about to do, what she wanted to do. As the elevator stopped and the doors opened, had anyone been waiting for the elevator, they'd have seen Sarah staring straight ahead with a wicked toothy smile on her face. She walked, foot in front of foot, toward Wil's door, and knocked. She heard him come toward the door, she licked her lips, and felt her nipples harden.

Wil opened the door, and stood still. He drank in the image of Sarah standing in front of him. He'd seen her dressed up before, but something about this particular look made her even more attractive than he remembered.

"Whoa Sarah, babe, you look amazing! Get in here!" Wil wrapped his arm around Abby's waist and pulled her in close, kissing her firmly. Abby was surpsied for a moment, but quickly responded and kissed back, snaking her tongue into his mouth. She felt her hunger, and let it drive her to kiss with more vigor. She grabbed Wil's shirt and pulled him closer in to her. "Easy babe, there's plenty of time for that! I figured we'd eat some dinner first and try this awesome wine I bought! We need to go somewhere nice with you dressed like that, hopefully we can find something with it being a Sunday night."

Wil walked toward the kitchen. He stopped for a second, and took his phone out, spun around and took a picture of Abby. "God you look good! I need to Instagram this!" She walked over to the couch and sat, crossing her legs and laying back. She felt the hunger and it wasn't going away, but it wasn't putting her into auto-pilot like it had with the sweaty man in the lobby of her apartment. 

Wil went into the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine, pouring them each a glass. He sat down, and started speaking, "Listen, I know I was rude earlier, but sometimes you just make me crazy. I saw you dancing with that woman and it made angry. You know I don't approve of lesbianism, and that just really upset me." Abby was somewhat amused by Wil's ham-fisted attempt to apologize and justify his asshole behavior, but that didn't matter anymore, so she played along. "I know, and I'm sorry I upset you. I wanted to come over here to make it up to you."

Abby set down her wine, and grabbed Wil's hand. Her hunger was slowly moving to the forefront of her mind. The entire reason she came here was to take as much of Wil's energy as she could, so she needed to get focused and make that happen. Once she was holding Wil's hand, she reached into his mind.

Almost immediately she was shocked that Sarah would spend time with him. He was a narcissist, and treated Sarah, and almost all women he interacted with, terribly. He was incredibly self-centered, and viewed woman as nothing but accessories to show off to his friends or holes to put his dick in. Roofies, over serving women at parties, bribing them for sexual favors...the more she saw, the less pity she could muster for him. Oh, and he'd cheated on Sarah, multiple times, icing on the cake.

Inside Abby's mind, she reached a decision. She would feed on Wil, to get revenge for all the women he'd taken advantage of. She would take his sexual energy, and leave him impotent and unable to become aroused by anyone. He'd be a husk of what he was now, and that would be fiting. She started pumping out pheromones, filling the room with the subliminal scent of sex. She actively pushed his mind toward thoughts of sex.

Abby saw his face flush, and he pulled his hand away and ran it over his head. She took the break in conversation as an opportunity to pounce on him. She kissed him, licked his lips and neck, and ran her hands over his body. He immediately responded, and started kissing her back. Their tongues danced around each other as Abby crawled closer to Wil. She ran her hands along his knee, tracing further up until she was resting it on the bulge in his pants.

"I don't know what's come over me Wil, but I want you, right here, right now." She squeezed his rather large member as she finished her sentence.

Wil complied without a second though. Abby could smell his arousal, and feel his cock harden. Unlike the man from earlier in the day, she wanted Wil's mind to stay active the entire time, so she didn't push him like she'd pushed the other man. She kicked her shoes off, and straddled Wil's lap. She kept kissing him, pushing her tongue further into his throat.

Unconsciously, her body was responding to her making out with Wil. She hadn't tried to shift her form, but her breasts had again inflated themselves. They inflated to large, DD cups, with no hint of sag. Her nipples had engorged as well, and stood straight out, poking through her dress's fabric. Her legs grew almost 3", though it wasn't obvious due to how she was straddling Wil. Her ass swelled, taking on a perfectly round shape. Her hair grew to mid back and took on a waviness. Her lips engorged, her cheeks flushed and even her finger nails grew out a half inch. She still looked like Sarah, just an oversexed version.

As she ground her crotch against Wil's, her dress hiked up until it was almost completely bunched around her hips. Wil's hands roamed under her skirt, to her firm ass, and grabbed it as hard as he could. Abby leaned back slightly and began to unbutton Wil's shirt, exposing his bare, well defined chest. She raked her newly lengthened nails across his chest, and licked on Wil's exposed nipples. She made his nipple damp, and then blew across it, causing it to harden. She then bit down firmly on it, causing Wil to let out an excited gasp.

She continued to work her way down Wil, and began unbuckling his belt and slacks. Wil was more than happy to help her, and their combined efforts left him sitting on his couch naked, with who he thought was his girlfriend straddling his lap, grinding on his rock hard member. If he had really known what was about to happen, he likely would have fled.

Abby's let her hunger assert itself and take over some of her actions. She looked down and saw Wil's gigantic 9" member. Part of her expected to feel fear, but instead she felt nothing but lust for it. She herself was incredibly turned on, and could feel wetness seeping from her slit. Even her mouth had begun to water. She latched onto Wil's face with a deep kiss, her tongue lengthened so as to reach even further into his mouth, and entwine with his.

Somewhere, deep in Wil's brain, part of him knew something was off. Though he couldn't explain how, he knew this gorgeous woman on top of him wasn't Sarah. The woman felt different now from when they began but, he simply couldn't get himself to care enough to do anything about it. 

Abby leaned back from wills face, and continued grinding his rock hard cock against her panties. She began to stand up, causing Wil to protest. He tried to stand up with her, but she quickly pushed him back onto the couch with her leg. Once she was standing, she began to untie the knot of her dress. 

For a moment, the sexual haze caused by the hunger lifted and she became clearly aware of what was happening. She knew her body had changed itself again, like earlier, and she knew she felt genuine sexual attraction to Wil, not just overwhelming hunger. In fact, her hunger was there, but it wasn't affecting her like it had before. She was the person doing these things to Wil, and she wasn't upset about it, in fact she was deeply enjoying it. Years of dormant sexual curiosity and desire were being channeled through her, and she liked how it felt. She heard a faint voice in her mind whisper: "Continue your ascent!"

Abby focused on Wil. His giant manhood excited her. She wanted to feel it inside of her. She reached under her skirt, and grabbed the gusset of her thong. It was already soaked in her love juices. She tried pulling it down, and eventually it came, but it was much snugger than when she put it thanks to her expanded ass and hips. She let the thong drop to the floor, exposing her pink, hairless pussy mound to the air. She finished untying the knot of her dress, unwrapped it, and pulled it over her head. She tossed it toward the apartment door. She stood fully nude in front of Wil.

Wil just stared, taking her in her form. He looked at her glistening pussy, noticing it was new shaved smooth, something the real Sarah never did. "I like what you did to you pussy, now let me feel it!" Wil tried to stand again, and again Abby easily pushed him back to the couch with her leg. Abby walked right up to Wil. "Your cock will get to feel it, but first you need to taste it!"

Abby knew from sifting through his thoughts that Wil never went down on women. It didn't reconcile with his beliefs of women existing for his pleasure and amusement. Abby wrapped her hands in Wil's hair and forcefully pushed the man's face into her radiating sex. She pushed his mind in such a way as to get him to accept the situation and shortly after his face had been planted into her pussy, he began to lick.

Abby let Wil lick her pussy for almost 10 minutes. He was improving rapidly as he went, until by the end he was holding her ass in both his hands and pulling her pussy into his face, enjoying himself immensely. Abby was enjoying it too, but she was growing impatient, and knew he wasn't going to be able to bring her to climax. She pulled Wil's mouth away, looked him in the eyes, and said "Relax, you've earned this next part."

As she finished her words, she pushed him back on the couch, and began lowering herself onto his rigid member. The sensations she felt as he began to impale her were easily the most enjoyable ones she'd ever felt. While the real Sarah would bottom out after a mere 6", Abby could easily accommodate Wil's entire length, to the point where she could bear down on him without exhausting her depths. Her entire pussy pulsed as she settled on top of Wil's lap.

She gasped from the feeling of being stretched to her limits, and feeling so very full. It felt wonderful, and in spite of it being her first time having an actual cock inside of her, she felt no pain. She began to rock her hips back and forth, feeling Wil slide in and out of her. She increased her pace, and was rewarded with even more pleasure. 

She continued riding him for almost over a half hour. At one point she spun around, and sat forward, as though Wil were just a chair. The sensations were as good, and somewhat different to her taking him the other way. This continued for quite some time. Abby felt wonderful, but she had yet to orgasm. Her mind was influencing Wil, allowing him to last much longer than he ever would have been able to otherwise go. Abby spun back around to face him, and had him shift his body so that he was lying flat on the couch. 

As she leaned back, she heard the voice whisper again, "Take him, take him completely, finish your ascension!" Abby pulled her hunger to the front of her mind while still ridding Wil furiously. The hunger let her understand what she had to do. As she rode Wil, she played with her tits, squeezing her nipples and feeling the fullness of her flesh. Her pupils turned solid black as her head rolled back, and with her mind, willed him to cum.

She only partially knew what to expect next, but she felt Wil's cock throb, and his seed begin to shoot into her soaking pussy. As the first rope of his cum hit the walls of her pussy, she felt the hunger surge through her. As she looked down on Wil with her jet black eyes, she saw him writhing in ecstasy. She felt Wil's energy begin to flow into her, intoxicating her.

Wil's testicles continued to pump an unnatural amount of semen into Abby's waiting vagina. When he was finally empty, she continued to pull energy from him. Her tongue shot out of her mouth, it was now 9" long and slightly forked. Black veins began to appear on her skin, covering her face, breasts, and torso. She writhed around on top of him, lost her own pleasure. Wil knew something was very wrong because even though his balls were empty, het still felt like he was cuming, but he couldn't stop. Gradually, he began to slip into unconsciousness.

Abby could tell she'd nearly exhausted his energy. He was no longer awake, but his cock was still hard and still a conduit for his energy. Eventually though, she felt a change in the energy. She was beginning to feed on his life force. She stopped, realizing that if she kept going she could likely kill him, or leave him permanently in a coma.

As she finished feeding, her eyes returned to normal and the black veins disappeared. Her tongue receded and un-forked. Her entire body began to reshape into a form similar to what she'd looked like before she took on Sarah's body. Her hair turned a crimson red, her skin became slightly paler. Her face shifted to look like after the first time she changed. 

Her breasts shrunk slightly, down from their formerly DD size to a more manageable C. Her ass did the same, and her height returned to her original 5'2". Her body still had well defined curves and toned muscles, and her "4 pack" returned to her belly. The gem she had willed out of sight, re-emerged as an ornate naval piercing. Its color had become a brilliant, bright red. Abby stood up and felt invigorated and confident. Wil's cock fell out of her with an audible schlock.

Her hunger had receded completely, and she felt fully in control of her body. She thought back to when she was in Sarah's form. She'd enjoyed the extra height, so she willed herself to grow. She quickly passed the 5'6" of Sarah and settled at 5'8". "Tall but not too tall," she thought. She went to Wil's bathroom mirror, and made the adjustments to her makeup she wanted, shifting again to the dusky, dark look she had as Sarah. She grew her hair down to her lower back, and added back the natural waviness to it. 

She decided to try something new. She turned around and smiled as a large pair of tattooed wings materialized through her skin. As plain old Abby, she'd always wanted a tattoo, but was too afraid to follow through with it. Now, what would have taken days of time with a tattoo artist appeared in seconds. The detail was incredible as she looked closer in the mirror. Excitedly, she rushed out to the living room to grab her dress, pulling it back on, and tying it behind her.

Her tattoo looked amazing with the low, exposed back of her dress. She felt delighted. She once again willed her breasts to firm up to the shape they'd have with a bra, making her dress look as ravishing as before. She walked back out to get her shoes, slipping them on, resizing her feet until they fit perfectly. 




Abby's Ascension Ch. 04



Abby walked rapidly through the empty, dark corridor heading back toward the dance floor from the bathroom. She was fuming mad at herself, and beginning to feel nervous that people were staring at her. The voice whispered in her mind, "calm down, just blend in."

She understood what the voice really meant and pushed through her anxiety to will her body to shift to look exactly like the Japanese girl, Mika. Her height shrank down to a just over 5'. Her figure filled in, giving her a high, round ass, and her breasts lost some of their perk. Her skin durned a pale yellow, and her nipples and vulva shifted to a much darker flesh tone. Her hair became jet black, and perfectly straight. Her vision altered slightly as an epicanthic fold formed on her eye lids and her nasal bridge lowered. Her makeup shifted too, her lips turning hot pink, and a purple eye shadow her eyelids.

"That was almost too easy." Abby though as she walked onto the dance floor, a small smile creeping onto her face. She intended to walk to the exit, past the bouncer and look for a cab to hail but, as she was half way across the dance floor she felt a hand on her arm. Immediately her mind filled with the thoughts of the person who grabbed her. It was a short man, maybe 5' 7" wearing skinny jeans and a tight, collared shirt. His name was Jay. Abby spun to look at him when he started shouting over the music, "Are you already leaving? I thought you wanted to dance?" Abby sifted through his thoughts and realized this man knew Mika, and had been hitting on her most of the night.

"Sorry, I'm not feeling great." 

"Where'd your friend go? I was hoping to see you guys dance together!"

Abby paused briefly, thinking up a believable lie. "She's already outside waiting for me with a cab."

"Oh, okay, well can I at least get your number?"

Again, Abby paused, "Sorry, you're sweet, but I'm not really into men."

The man looked shocked. Abby knew why, Mika had made out and flirted with the man most of the night. Abby just needed to get out of the place. As she tried to think of another way to extract herself from the situation, the man began to have a puzzled look on his face as he looked down toward the floor.

"Did you change clothes?""

"CRAP!" thought Abby, as tried to free herself from Jay's grip. Behind Jay, she saw two security guys take off running toward the bathroom. Time was up, she needed to get out of here now. She took off toward the door slipping from Jay's grip, and climbed the stairs as quickly as she could.

She wanted to get as far away from the club as possible, as quickly as possible. Once outside, she hailed a cab, and told him her apartment address. As the cab sailed through lower Manhattan, heading for city hall and the Brooklyn Bridge, she mentally replayed what'd happened in the club bathroom.

At first, she was just having fun. She thought she could easily control the hunger, and for the first few minutes in the bathroom she had. She'd hoisted herself onto the bathroom counter and positioned the Japanese girl, who she now knew was really named Mika, between her thighs. Then, the red head, Mary, had started kissing Abby aggressively. Between Mika's deep probing of her pussy and massaging of her clit, and the kisses from Mary, Abby felt the beginnings of an orgasm. Simultaneously, the hunger began to assert itself in a way she hadn't predicted. Her pupils didn't blacken, and the black veins never manifested, but the hunger was pushing her, fanning the flames of her urges.

After a few more minutes, the orgasm began coursing through her. Abby was lost in the pleasure and didn't sense that her pussy had started to feed on Mika, bathing Abby's pussy and Mika's face in faint red light. Mary did notice though, and began to panic and pull away from Abby's mouth to draw attention to the strange sight she was witnessing. Mary's mind wasn't able to understand what the read smoke flowing from Mika's mouth was. 

Abby felt the change in Mary's mental state, and through unknown instinct, pulled Mary to her face, and began to feed on her too. The feeding increased the mental link exponentially, and Abby, without any conscious effort, wiped Mary's memory of what was happening. Abby didn't take much of Mary's sexual energy, just enough so that her mind could cause the woman to pass out. She'd wake in the morning only having faint memories of a hard partying the previous evening.

Meanwhile, Mika continues to lick Abby's engorged clit, unable to stop as long as the sexual energy flowed from her. Mika seemed to have an almost endless reserve of sexual energy. A small part of Abby's mind thought it strange that so much energy could come from someone who, when Abby had looked through her mind, had almost no sexual experience. In response to the faint thought, she heard the voice again, "She's untouched, a virgin...Enjoy her!" As Abby probed the girls mind further, she saw that this was her first sexual encounter outside of masturbating and kissing. The girl had never even had an orgasm!

Perhaps it was because just days ago Abby was of the same level of sexual experience and just as innocent, but Abby felt guilt in what she was doing. Abby forced herself to stop feeding, and Mika collapsed onto the floor, panting. She was still conscious. "What did you do to me?! That felt so good!" The young girl writhed on the floor, feeling her breasts, and shoving a hand down her skirt and panties, searching urgently for her own sex.

Abby felt her flight instinct take over. She rushed out of the bathroom, wanting to head back toward the dance floor and the exit, but the bathroom line that'd formed slowed her enough that she heard Mika call out behind her, "Please, don't leave me, I need to cum!"

People started looking at Abby as she pushed past them. This isn't what she wanted to happen. "Damn, what if there were cameras in the bathroom?" she thought to herself. "What if Mika remembered everything? What if Mary never woke up?"

.............

As the cab rolled toward Brooklyn, Abby sat in silence, wrestling with what had just happened. She realized she really didn't understand the nature of these abilities, despite how confident she felt after draining Wil. The power was intoxicating for her. She'd have to be very careful to not let it take over. As she processed the events, she reluctantly admitted to herself that she hadn't lost control of her mind, but she couldn't say the same for her body. Her pussy wanted to feed on Mika, not her mind. If her pussy could do that, could other parts of her body demonstrate their own desires too? That kind of made sense to her, after remembering how she'd unconsciously shifted forms to closer match Wil's desires. 

The cab arrived at her apartment. She dug in Sarah's purse looking for cash, paid the driver, and exited the cab heading to their apartment. Every flight she climbed she felt the weight of the day press upon her. She was tired. Her body felt energized, no doubt from the four people she'd fed on that day, but her mind was exhausted. She opened the door to the apartment and saw her best friend sitting at the table eating a cup of yogurt and reading a magazine. Sarah initially looked tired, but Abby was just happy she was awake. Calm started to come to Abby, at least until Sarah looked up. 

As Abby entered the apartment and kicked off her shoes, Sarah looked up from reading. A look of surprise and fear appeared on her face.

"Who are you and why do you have keys to this apartment?!"

Abby quickly realized she still looked like Mika. Immediately she shifted to her new default body and started to speak to Sarah, but Sarah, having just witnessed a person suddenly change form, started to scream. She bolted up from the table and grabbed the nearest thing she could find to defend herself: a fry pan on the stove.

"Sarah, it's me, Abbs, I swear I can explain this all, just put down the pan and we can talk."

"BULLSHIT, WHO OR WHAT ARE YOU!?"

"Sarah, sweetie, it really is me, can we just please talk for a minute!"

Abby could have kicked herself as realized she was still in a form that Sarah couldn't recognize. She shifted again, this time into her old body. As she did, the wrap dress began to feel incredibly tight and started to bind and bunch and stretch under the stress. Abby decided to just shift her face, and leave her body where it was, halfway between new Abby and old Abby. Sarah screamed again.

"Abby, what is wrong with you, how did you do that?!" Sarah began to cry, dropping the pan, and slumping on to the floor.

Abby ran to Sarah, hugging her tightly. As Abby made contact with Sarah she could sense how foggy her memory was. Abby pushed her own experiences and memories into Sarah's mind, hoping it would help her understand and speed the relieving of her grief, she tried to make Sarah feel more comfortable with what she'd just seen. Sarah continued to cry for a few minutes, until she looked up at Abby, "I can't believe any of it, but I can feel it's true. How did you do that to me? What are you now?"

Abby stood and walked to the kitchen table, taking a seat while Sarah followed. Abby started to explain about the necklace, the transforming, the voice that would speak to her, and need to feed, how normal food didn't taste right, how she could hear people's thoughts when she touched them. She omitted the incident with Wil and Mika for the time being. After what felt like an eternity, Sarah finally started to speak.

"So, this is all real? You can do those things...I mean, I know you can, I saw it and felt it, but still, this is all insane, you know that right?"

"Yeah, I know, but I don't have any better an explanation than what I gave you."

"So you can become anyone you want, just by imagining looking that way?"

"Uh, well, yeah, I guess. I've only really shifted into a few other forms."

Sarah sat silent for a few moments, the look on her face blank, until she finally looked Abby straight in the eyes, and her expression changed to one of focus.

"Show me, I want to see it, I mean, see it so I can watch closely this time."

Abby stood up, and closed her eyes. 

"Wait," Sarah said "Take off your clothes, I want to see all of it."

"Sarah, that might not be a good idea, I don't trust these urges yet, and I don't know what would happen if I fed on you again."

"I trust you, I just need to see this for myself."

Abby sighed, and started to untie the dress. "Isn't that my dress?" Sarah asked.

Abby smiled and nodded, "Umm, yeah about that, I'll explain later." 

As Abby dropped the dress to the floor, she concentrated on her body, and forced it to relax. She immediately shifted into her new default body. 

Her height shifted to 5'2", and her legs, hips and butt took on their trim, lithe physique. Her hair became the same dark reddish-black it had been. Her breasts swelled to their now default heavy C cup. Her nipples became rock hard pink nubs. Her skin cleared and took on the same makeup characteristics as before, including the bright red lips and dark eye shadow. A red gemstone piercing appeared hanging from her naval, showcasing her flat tummy. She even recreated the wings tattoo on her back. Abby felt a shiver roll through her body as the changes completed, leaving her slightly turned on.

As Sarah watched her best friend slowly morph into the creature that stood before her, she was left speechless. Something deep in her found the process incredibly arousing. She'd never been too hard-lined with her sexuality, but for whatever reason she was really turned on watching her friend become the sexual goddess that now stood in front of her. 

Unknown to either girl, they shared a mental sexual bond that formed when Abby used Sarah's sexual energy as the catalyst for her first transformation. Sarah was feeling the effects of that bond in her arousal. Part of Sarah's own sexual energy had reshaped Abby's feelings and attitudes. The resultant bond meant that when they were near each other, their own arousal would feed the arousal of the other.

"Abbs, that's incredible. I don't think I've ever seen anything close to it, at least not in real life."

"I know, I'm struggling with it myself. Sometimes it feels really natural, and it happens without me really even trying. Though, this form is the one that seems to be my 'default' one now. I can't say that I'm unhappy with it, but wearing my old body takes a little bit of focus."

Abby spun around, displaying her new body, while a smile spread wide across her face. Sarah grinned and laughed as her roommate showed off. 

"Can you change your clothes or anything else?"

"Well, I don't really know, I haven't tried...I've been too busy focused on controlling my uh, urges. I know I can easily change my body, though."

Abby stopped spinning and envisioned herself with bright pink hair, and gigantic breasts. Her hair immediately changed color and her breasts swelled to a size unachievable on her frame without implants. She laughed at the horrified look on Sarah's face and shifted back to her normal form.

"Seriously, that's crazy Abbs!"

"Oh, you think that's crazy, how about this?"

Abby envisioned herself as she had been earlier, as an exact copy of Sarah. Her body responded even quicker than it had before, as though it remembered how to become Sarah. As Abby's height increased, and her hair changed from deep auburn to light blonde, the look on Sarah's face shifted to one of wonder. After a few moments, Sarah was left staring at her identical twin. Abby was hit with a wave of arousal as the change finished. Not knowing why, Sarah felt a similar response, while also being shocked at what she saw. 

"Holy....wow, that's insane. Do I really look like that?" 

"Yup, I know because I was able to touch your body, and when I did mine instantly knew how to become an exact copy of you. Think about the fun we could have as twins?" 

A wide smile spread across Abby's face. Sarah unconsciously was squeezing her legs in such a way as to stimulate her own sex. Abby was feeling the effects of the hunger now; it was driving her to keep pushing Sarah's arousal. Abby walked toward Sarah, and spun around, showing off her new body. Sarah was deeply turned on, and couldn't make heads or tails of the emotions swirling through her mind, but increasingly she felt as though her thoughts were in a fog, or encumbered in some way. Abby had unconsciously started filling the room with her pheromones, increasing Sarah's sexual responsiveness, making her as turned on as Sarah could be without directly stimulating her erogenous zones.

Abby shook her hair, changing it back to her new deep auburn color. Smiling, she looked at Sarah and said, "There, it'll be easier to tell us apart now." Sarah drew her bottom lip in, biting it ever so slightly. Abby leaned down toward Sarah's face, the hunger driving her actions now. She gently kissed Sarah on the lips, barely pressing against them. Sarah responded by surging toward Abby, overcome with sexual need.

Sarah stood, and wrapped her arms around Abby, kissing her with force and urgency. Abby quicky pulled her roommates shirt off. Sarah wasn't wearing a bra, so as the cool air hit her nipples, they hardened into points. The two women, now indistinguishable except for their hair color, kissed, groped and rubbed each other until they were both brimming with sexual desire. Sarah pulled Abby toward her bedroom, shedding her shorts and panties as they went. She pushed Abby down onto the bed, and jumped on top of her, straddling her lap.

Sarah began rubbing Abby's clit, pushing her middle and ring finger into her roommate's hot slick pussy. Abby felt amazing, caught in the feedback loop of sexual pleasure caused by their bond. The hunger had already begun probing Sarah's mind, trying to determine a more ideal sexual form for Sarah. Consciously unknown to either girl, Sarah was something of a narcissist, so the hunger didn't need to change much to reach her ideal. Sarah seemed to like women who were more androgynous, and tall. As a result, Abby's face took on a slightly squarer shape, her hair shortened to a pixie cut. Her breasts receded to the point where she barely needed a bra. Her hips slightly narrowed and her legs lengthened, increasing her height to 6'

Sarah was watching the changes, and felt her own needs stoked as Abby took on the modified form. Sarah felt a deep urge to pleasure Abby, and worked Abby's clit with her tongue, trying to elicit an orgasm from her roommate as rapidly as possible. Abby felt the increase in speed, and knew an orgasm wasn't far off. 

Sarah continued to lick and suck her roommate's love button, and she worked two fingers in and out of Abby as quickly as she could. Abby's breathing had begun to increase in pace. She's started playing with her small breasts, pinching her nipples. Finally, Abby felt the beginnings of her orgasm. Her toes curled, her left hand shot to Sarah's head, gripping her roommate's hair, pushing her face harder against her pussy. Abby arched her back as the orgasm boiled through her, letting out a loud grunt. Sarah pulled her face away as Abby writhed in pleasure. Sarah crawled to Abby's side to closer watch.

Abby's orgasm was lasting a very long time. She felt a tingle flow throughout her entire body. Her pussy squirted as wave after wave washed through her. Sarah felt an immense amount of heat radiating from Abby as she continued to cum. Finally, the orgasm subsided. Abby's vision cleared and she saw Sarah next to her, smiling a wide smile. Abby immediately kissed Sarah, probing Sarah's mouth with her tongue. As she did, she felt the happiness Sarah was feeling come through clearly. Sarah had deeply enjoyed watching Abby cum. Abby could also feel how aroused Sarah had become watching her. 

Abby rolled Sarah onto her back, and straddled her roommate. Abby began licking Sarah's breasts and kissing her way up to her roommate's neck. She massaged Sarah's tits, while trying to pin back Sarah's tongue with her unnaturally long one. Sarah, for her part, was enjoying the attention, feeling her own arousal and need increase.

"Abby, I need you to fuck me, I need to cum!"

Abby continued kissing her roommate, and running her hands over her body. Abby worked her way down Sarah's torso, getting closer and closer to Sarah's waiting vagina. Abby stuck her tongue out and licked Sarah's entire outer lips, ultimately landing on her clit. Abby reached up, and gripped both of Sarah's tits, squeezing them, rolling her nipples around, and stimulating them in every way she could. Abby had a devious idea, and she felt her tongue slit in two at it's base. She never stopped working Sarah's clit with what was now the upper part of her tongue, and as she felt the bottom of her tongue lengthen, she began pushing into Sarah's waiting vag. Sarah was startled as she felt something probing into her pussy, already feeling her roommate's tongue on her clit.

Sarah could feel her roommates tongue begin to fill her sex. The stimulation was almost overwhelming, but also exsqusit. Abby could sense Sarah was on the verge of orgasm, and mischievously kept Sarah on edge as long as she could, not letting her orgasm.

Sarah was so close to orgasm, she could hardly contain herself. She was panting heavily, gripping the sheets, grunting and screaming as Abby forced her to ride just below the threshold of orgasm. After what Sarah thought was an eternity, Abby withdrew her tongues from Sarah's pussy and clit and raised herself up, standing on her knees. Sarah looked up to see her roommate feeling her own tits, looking at Sarah with a mischevious smile. Abby pointed toward the bed with her hand, Sarah looked down until she saw what her roommate was gesturing toward.

Abby's clit had begun to swell and lengthen. Sarah could barely comprehend what she was seeing, as Abby's clit finished kept growing until hitting 8" in length and 2" in diameter. Sarah sat motionless, her mouth agape. Abby didn't give time for Sarah to speak, and threw herself on her roommate, penetrating her waiting pussy with her new 8" clit. Sarah rolled her head back in pleasure as she felt so full as she thought she might be split in two.