By Gunslinger

   With a whispery, chilling sound, the wind swept across the dark, silent campus, stirring the corpses of leaves that covered the ground in drifts and shallows. The skeletal branches of the denuded trees shuddered, as if shivering at the loud, mournful sigh of the wind, then once more fell still and silent, their dark trunks dappled by the faint quicksilver beams that leached from the cloud spotted night sky.

   Then the silence of the night was broken by a muffled, metallic, man-made sound, and a flash of white light jumped across the ground and trees. It danced around, almost as if alive, sweeping over the empty commons and across the weathered, ivy-covered walls. Amidst the dark, flat shades that it picked out in too-intense contrast, it was a startling change as it suddenly swept across something the gave back a cool, metallic glint, golden highlights chasing out the raised letters that spelled out the words 'DARKHOLDE UNIVERSITY'.

   Blinking, Duncan Langhan shivered in the chill autumn wind as he finished locking the doors to the dormitory. Though he wore a jacket over his blue polyester clothing, the dark, light-weight garment was as cheap as the rest of his standardize Security uniform that the University had supplied, and did little to keep out the chill.

   Shaking the tarnished brass handles on the door to make sure it was securely latched, the slightly pudgy, not-so-gracefully aging ex-cop limped across the commons towards the old Chapel, sweeping the beam of his six cell MagLite across the empty, deserted yard as he moved. Patrolling the small Eastern university had once been the job of two dozen men, working in three eight-hour, eight-man shifts. Now it was just down to him and Old Man Garret, each working a twelve-hour shift. Soon, it wouldn't even be that...

   ...because, after more then two hundred years of service, Darkholde University had closed down due to financial troubles. With it's small campus, it's yearly revenues had bee small enough to begin with, especially since it wasn't a 'prestige' university. Even worse was the fact that the newest of the buildings were constructed in the nineteen twenties and thirties, and upkeep and renovations were growing more and more expensive every year. The final straw on this particular camel's back, however, had been cuts to the Federal funding Darkholde had once received, and that had sounded the death knell for the obscure institution.

   Officially, Darkholde closed on October 31st, at midnight - a deadline that was still a few hours away. However, it had been effectively closed for awhile now, with classes canceled and teaches laid off. the delay had only been for the students with problems relocating, and the last of them had left last week. The only people still officially on the payroll was the school treasurer, who would receive whatever moneys the school fetched in sale, and the Langhan and Garret, whose positions would continue until that buyer took possession.

   The fact that his job was at stake was the only reason Duncan felt any regret over the school's closure. Never having attended Darkholde, he held no affection for the university, and found the small campus to be a dark and gloomy place in architectural style and layout.

   Out of all the grim, old building, though, the one that was the least appealing to Duncan was the edifice that he now approached, looming dark against the night sky. The oldest building on campus, the Chapel revealed the Monastery roots of the university, though the Chapel was the only building completed in it's entirety before the Roman Catholic complex had been abandoned fifteen years after it's founding. Apparently, all the clergy had been killed by restless natives, and the secular workers run off. The fully finished Chapel and half built monastery had lain empty and dormant for a score of years before being made into the university that it now was, though the institution bore the name of the monastery that never was.

   Which, of course, begged the question as to why a monastery being relocated to the New World would be given such a grim and dismal name as Darkholde. It was a question without an answer, however, though generations of University Chancellors had sought to discover the origins of the strange name.

   Duncan, however, didn't find the question compelling, himself. personally, he felt that the name matched the grim and foreboding campus perfectly, and especially the Chapel, which looked less like a religious structure then a medieval keep.

   The fact that it was Halloween night, and he was utterly alone on the campus, didn't help the hairs on the back of his neck, which were definitely trying to stand on end from more then just the chill wind. Duncan wasn't exactly given to flights of fancy, but a person would have to be lacking in imagination entirely to ignore the eerie, Gothic atmosphere of the place.

   Pulling open the heavy, ancient oak doors, Duncan entered the Chapel, his shoes echoing on the rough flag-stone flooring, while his flashlight beam splashed across the dark floor and only marginally lighter pews and alter. Slowly, a chill running down his spine, Duncan began to walk down the length of the building, sweeping the beam of his flashlight in a monotonous pattern as he looked for signs of an intruder. though this place gave him the serious creeps, he was determined to do a full and complete check of the stone edifice, considerable more thorough a job then he'd ever done in his career. the reason was simple - Duncan was convinced that any prowler in his right mind would avoid this eerie, grim place like the plague. Which meant, of course, that it would be irresistible for anybody not in their right mind. Duncan knew that there were young people out there who were 'in' to strange and gothic things, and this place, on Halloween night, would be nigh well irresistible to a sick and twisted person.

   Duncan had been advised of the rumors that some local college kids, who'd always held a rivalry with the 'snobbish' students of the university, had decided to hold a Halloween party on the campus, since it was now deserted. though he hadn't seen any sign of such revelers, the night was still young. Personally, if he noticed the signs of a party, he'd just keep an eye on it and break it up if it got to rowdy - it was just good, clean fun, after all.. and, once upon a time, he'd been a frat brother at the college. The type of weirdoes who would come in here tonight, however - now that was a whole different story, and he was planning to make damn sure that nobody came in this place.

   Duncan made an unusually slow and thorough circuit of the room. Instead of the usual rounds, he actually searched every nook and cranny of the building, looking into any place that could conceivable hide  a human being of even minimal dimensions.

   Reaching the back end of the building on the final circuit of the building, Duncan gave the room one last sweep with the flashlight before leaving...

   ...then stopped, beam playing across the tapestry depicting religious scenes that hung in the corner.

   He found himself recalling what lay behind the old, tattered fabric hanging - a door. A massively thick, iron-bound oak door, with no handle - and apparently somehow barred from the inside. It was a mini legend, that door. For it to be locked or bared from the inside would seem to indicate that there was another exit somewhere, used by whomever had barricaded the door - after all , the person had to have come out sometime, right? Except that no other entrance had been discovered. The door apparently (from the visible design of the outside of the building)  led down into the ground, into some sort of basement or foundation room. the only way to ever be sure, however, would be to break down the door, which wouldn't have been an easy task, since it was thick and stout, judging from the sound it gave off when pounded on. No Chancellor had been willing to sign the work order that would have given the go-ahead to break down that door...

   ...especially since every square inch of the outer wooden surface was covered with finely chiseled details. The door was more then just a door, it was a work of art, bearing a large cross in the center, various other iconic designs in a complicated pattern around the crucifix, and very old latin inscriptions that turned out to be from some obscure theological text. That particular inscription had feminist groups up in arms, since it dealt with a premise that women were somehow 'magnets' for evil (being the lust-inducing objects that they were), and had been since EVE got Adam kicked out of the Garden of Eden. Despite what feminists might have thought, though, destroying that door would have been both blasphemous and disrespectful, not to mention just plain stupid. So, they mystery had remained.

   Now, however, Duncan found himself wondering. Everybody knew that the door was locked shut and solid, had known it for years - so nobody had ever thought to try and open it for years. Probably decades had passed since anyone had tried to open the door...

   Slowly, Duncan walked over to the tapestry and pushed it aside, revealing the massive door in all it's glory. Tucking the flashlight under his arm, He shoved, tentatively, against the door, which remained closed...

  ...but, faintly, a groaning sound came from behind it.

   Blinking, Duncan leaned against the door, harder...

   ...and the ancient, mysterious portal let out a tremendous screech, and swung open. though the door itself was as solid as ever, the heavy oak bar that had held it closed for two centuries had slowly rotted away.

   As the door sung open, Duncan recoiled from the yawning portal, hand flying to his nose.

   "Holy shit...!" He swore, in disgust, as a putrid mix of odors flooded from the dark rectangle. Gasping for breath, he leaned forward, aiming the MagLite into the portal.

   Mankind has always held a fascination with mystery. Inherent in mankind's genetic make-up is the quest for answers, and there is little in life that can be more satisfying then finally answering a question that had stood for ages. Duncan felt this tremendous thrill of discovery, mixed with a healthy dose of disgust, as he discovered the secret of the locked door, revealed through the pile of decaying human bones that lay on the top step of the stairs beyond.

   It was a wondrous feeling to know he was the first man to know that the door had been locked by some nameless monk who had chosen to perish in order to fulfill this duty. It would have been an even greater thrill to understand why the monk would do such a thing - but Duncan never got to feel that thrill. For the answer to the question arrived in the same instant as Death, as a tremendous, dark cloud rolled forth from the yawning black pit and swept over Duncan's body before he could even begin to move. Even as his nerve endings were conveying the fact that the dark cloud was both intensely cold and unbelievably hot, even as the terrible stench of brimstone and sulfur began to register, even as the intense emotional response of pure, animal fear began to form...

   ...Duncan Langhan's body disintegrated into it's component molecules, unable to cope with the condensed form of the dark mist that slowly spread out over the camps and soaked into every stone, crack and crevice of the now defunct university, leaving behind only a slight chill and the faint odor of burnt matches upon the chill wind.

   "God, I can't believe you talked me into this." Cassandra Panzenelli said, shivering, as they hurried down the curving main drive of Darkholde.

   Gary Lockhardt shifted the bottle of vodka he carried to his other hand and turned to grin at his dark-haired girlfriend. "What are you talking about?" The handsome young man asked with a smile. "This is gonna be a blast. Halloween at Darkholde - it even sounds just perfect."

   "Not that, stupid!" Cassandra said with a sigh, slapping him on the shoulder - which didn't do much, since the athletically built youth was clad in a borrowed football uniform, complete with shoulder pads. She waved a hand up and down her body. "I meant this stupid cheerleader 'costume' you convinced me to wear!"

   Gary looked surprised. "Geez, Cassie, what are you complaining about - you look fantastic!" He openly leered at her chest. The costume was an actual cheerleader's uniform borrowed from a friend who was as skinny as a rail - Cassie had a more voluptuous figure, and her solid C-cup endowments filled the burgundy sweater out nicely.

   "Stop that!" Cassie said, annoyed. "Maybe you think I look good - but I'm wearing a skirt and a light sweater in the dead of an October night. I'm freezing my ass off, you moron!"

   Gary laughed and ran a hand over the 'old gold' trimmed burgundy skirt that fit taut over his dusky skinned girlfriends' classically Mediterranean wide hips and full buttocks. "Oh, the Humanity! What a tragic waste that would be!"

   "Stop it!" Cassie said - with a giggle. "Just get us someplace warm."

   The two young lovers hurried the rest of the way up the drive, keeping an eye open for any sign of the single security guard. Following the directions given by the group of Frat brothers whose idea this party was, they skirted the main building and crossed the commons to the dormitory.

   "Here goes nothing..." Gary breathed, reached out. He shivered as his hand came in contact with the cold, lusterless old brass of the door handle. Swallowing, he pulled...

   ...and the door rattled in it's frame, still securely locked.

   "Damn!" Gary swore, then turned apologetically to Cassie. "I guess they guy who knows how to pick the lock hasn't arrived yet. We must be the first ones here."

   "You're kidding, right?" Cassie asked, reaching around Gary to tug at the door - which stubbornly remained locked. "Oh, this is just great!" She shook her head and shivered, folding her arms under her breasts and rubbing them briskly. "Well, let's go."

  "Go?" Gary asked, grin faltering. "It'll just be a few minutes, that's all. We'll find a doorway out of the wind and have a couple belts of vodka to keep us warm, and..."

   "Forget it." Cassie replied. "I just wanted to spend a nice evening together at my place, watching a couple of cheesy horror movies and cuddling. You talked me into this, and I feel stupid enough about that as it is - but to get here and be locked out in the cold...! Hell, we're not even sure if this guy, whoever he is, can really get the door open. So, come on - let's go."

   "Don't be that way..." Gary pleaded. "Just wait a bit, and..."

   Cassie turned away. "Like hell. I'm going back to my car and going home. You do what you want."

   She started to walk away, forcing herself to seem indifferent... while waiting breathlessly for the sound of his footsteps behind her.

  Instead, she heard his voice.

  "Uh, well.. okay. I'm sorry I dragged you down here, honey - I'll make it up to you tomorrow night..."

   'Like hell you will, buster!' Cassie thought angrily, her stride lengthening. She couldn't believe he was actually just going to stay here, abandon her like this. She was going to walk back to her car and let it heat up for exactly five minutes, then leave - and if Gary wasn't with her when she put the car into gear, then he could just go to hell, as far as she was concerned.

  She was now practically stalking down the curving drive, her anger keeping her warm as her soon-to-be-ex boyfriend vanished from sight behind the screen of denuded trees lining the drive. She couldn't believe that he was insensitive enough to pull this. That he hadn't picked up on the fact that she hadn't really wanted to come in the first place was bad enough, but this was intolerable!

   "Damned cheerleading outfit, no less..." She muttered to herself, burgundy canvas sneakers drumming an angry tattoo on the drive. "That's probably what he wants, too - some bubble-breasted, brain-dead blonde bimbo. Well, that's just fine - I wish him all the luck in the world in getting one."

   A gust of wind suddenly kicked up, whipping across the commons and flapping the too-tight skirt. the sudden gust seemed several degrees colder the any before, and Cassie gasped in shock and shivered, quickly reaching down to push the skirt back into place as the bitter breeze subsided.

   "Geez!" She said, shivering violently. the gust had been quick, yet it seemed to have cut right through her, chilling her to the bone. Her entire body felt frozen. Lifting her hand away from the skirt (which had done nothing to break the chill), she reached up to push her wind-blown hair back into place...

   ...then stared in shock at the medium brown strands between her fingers. It was a fine, silky hank of hair, lovely in it's own right - but her hair was shorter, and a deep black.

  At least... it had been. Once-dark eyes widened in shock as she watched the strands continue to grow and lighten, fading through the spectrum towards a lighter, more golden shade.

  "What the hell...?" Cassie started to ask the universe at large - but she stopped in mid question, hands flying to her throat in shock at the sound of the rising, low soprano tone she'd heard, so very different then her usual, warm contralto.

   Then her body shuddered. it wasn't the shiver from the chill that might have occurred a moment before, but something completely different. She tried to cry out as the strange, painlessly burning sensation swept through her, but every muscle in her body was in spasm, unwilling to admit that her brain held any mastery over them. More then that - it swept through her mind as well, seeming to was coherent thought away in a strange burst of dark light, shoving rationale and intelligence aside as her mind swirled and danced in confusion.

   Without conscious volition, her hands dropped downwards from her throat and across the sweater - which was writing and pushing against her hands. though she had no control over he body, her head was already pointed in the right direction, and she used what little force of will she maintained to drag her fading attention to what she was seeing.

   The sweater itself was writhing and changing. the deep, dark burgundy was leeching color, fading into the brighter reds. the change in the color of the sweater was of little concern, though, when compared to the way the sweater was stretching outwards, pushed from within by her bra-less breasts, whose weight and heft she could feel increase with each passing instant.

   "Breasts.. growing..." Emerged, unheard, from her throat in a high-pitched tone of numb shock, as her hands - now tipped with longer, scarlet nails - flutter helplessly before her swelling bust. Her field of vision was slowly being encroached upon by now-brilliant blonde strands of wavy hair, replacing her once moderately short, straight mane of raven's-wing hair.

   Her mind continued to swirl and flit about from one point of interest to another, seemingly unable to string thoughts together to form a coherent whole. now her mind flitted to the odd sensation that came as her stance and balance shifted, as her feet began to be pushed upwards at the heel, her toes being pinched inwards. At the same time, there was a strange crawling sensation from the area the small, white socks had covered - and more, as the sensation rose upwards on her legs, which themselves were twitching and reshaping. Seconds later, she recognized both sensations - the feel of high heel shoes encasing her feet, and nylons of some sort covering her legs. Even as the thought registered, however, her attention had shifted back to the sweater, which was now a shade of hot pink.

  It was continuing to stretch outwards from the force of her swelling breasts, whose weight was new and surprisingly solid. The neckline of the sweater was pulled far enough forward for her to see the tops of her swollen endowments now, perfectly spherical mounds that looked to be the size of soccer-balls - and still swelling relentlessly.

   She shivered again - but this time it was from the sensation of her swollen, erect nipples dragging over the inside of the sweater from the force of her swelling tits. The sensation was powerful and not altogether unpleasant, and she could see the dimples that her huge new nipples made in the fabric covering them.

   A few seconds later, the physical sensations faded away, and she slowly stood upright once more, her mind still seemingly unable to focus.

   "Gee, that was weird.." She said, with a giggle, running her hands through her massive, thick mane of curly, platinum blonde strands. Her hands slowly slid across the contours of her heart-shaped face, sliding past her huge blue eyes and over her tiny snub nose before reaching her incredibly full, sensuous lips. cresting her pointed, pixie-ish chin, they followed her long, swan-like neck downwards to her massive new chest, which jutted forwards so proudly that they defied the imagination rather then mere gravity.

   "Gee, my titties sure are big..." She said, with another thoughtless giggle, as her tiny hands slid under the massive mounds and lifted, judging the weight and heft of the gigantic, medicine-ball sized tits. She made a soft sound of pleasure at the sensation her own hands brought to her gigantic, amazingly firm mounds. regretfully, she let her hands release the incredible breasts and slide past her tiny waist to the smooth flare of her hips. the tiny white skirt barely covered her hot pink panties, and there was a good inch of smooth, soft flesh between the hem and the tops of the white nylons that continued down to the hot-pink pumps with the six-inch stiletto heels that encased her feet.

   "Gee... It's spooky out here..." She said looking around the darkened woods. She pouted slightly, eyes glazing as she tried to recall where, exactly, she'd been heading. She knew that she'd been going somewhere, a definite destination.. but as soon as the answer would begin to form, it would slip away.

   "I don't like being all alone in the woods..." She said to herself, Tehran picked a direction at random and began to walk, swaying atop her high, slender heels - which caused her immense bosom to sway and bounce within the thin sweater she wore. She had to keep from sighing in pleasure at the sensation.. then frowned slightly. It felt.. strange. good, but new and different, as if... as if...

  The thought faded before it could fully form, and she once more became aware of the dark, grim atmosphere. heels clacking on the pavement, she hurried onwards...

  Rounding a bend, she caught sight of handsome young man standing near a building, dressed in some sort of sports outfit. he looked familiar to her... but she couldn't quite place him. As she watched, her turned to look at her - and when his eyes widened and his jaw dropped, she felt a rush of warm pleasure at his unspoken compliment of her fabulous body. Jiggling and swaying pleasantly, she headed towards him.

  "Hi!" She said, warmly. "Wutcha doing?"

   "Uh.. there's a party here..." He said, eyes locked on her chest. Her smile widened, and she pushed her shoulders back to further emphasize her massive endowments.

   "Oh, I looove parties!" she squealed - though she couldn't quite remember if that was true or not.

   "Uh..." He said, then shook his head. "I, uh.. I'm Gary."

   "Hi!" She said. "I'm..."

   She stopped dead, a frown forming as she tried to complete the sentence. Her name was.. Sahandra? Candra? Sassie..?

   "Sandi!" She said, smile returning, completely unaware of the look Gary was giving her.

   "Hi, Sandi." Gary said, with a grin.

   "It's cold out here.." She said, pouting again. "Can I snuggle up to you to keep warm, Jerry?"

   "It's Gary - and sure!" Gary said.

   Grinning, Sandi pressed her lush body against his, loving the way his firm, fit form felt against hers. In fact, aside from the way her massive mounds pressed into his side, the sensation felt oddly comforting...

   ...almost familiar...

   'Holy Shit!' Cassie thought. 'I.. I've been turned into a huge breasted bimbo, for G.. G... G..'

   She found herself completely unable to even think the deity's name, and as she struggled to force the word into her mind, her attention wandered away.

  "What's wrong?" Gary asked, having felt her body stiffen.

  "Huh?" Sandi asked grinning vapidly. "What do you mean, Greg?"

   Gary opened his mouth - then thought about the feel of her body pressed against his. At the thought of her leaving him, he felt an irrational rush of anger, and he unconsciously tightened the muscles under his jersey, not noticing the way the once-baggy sleeve creaked as his bulging muscles pushed against it.

  "Oh - nothing..." He said, slowly relaxing. "Come on, baby - give me a kiss."

   She seemed to reply with all the eagerness in the world...

   "Would you stop that...?" Lisa asked with a frustrated sigh.

   Mark laughed, the white of his teeth looting startling in contrast to his midnight black skin. "C'mon, girl - think of it as a compliment." Without any shame at all, he continued to stare openly at the way her blouse was pushed out over her firm, round tits.

   "Gee, thanks..." Lisa muttered - but with resignation rather then anger. A bit of a genetic mutation, she had naturally enormous breasts, nearly the size of volley-balls, and amazingly firm for their size. Despite what most men - and, surprising, a few women - thought, she wasn't wildly ecstatic about having such massive breasts. Being tall, somewhat athletically built, and blonde didn't help either - too many people didn't see her as a human being, but as a walking wet dream. Mark was obviously one of those guys - but she'd known that, of course.

   The only reason why Lisa ws going to the party with the tall, skinny black youth was because that had been his one 'condition' for picking the lock to the building. He was willing to do this favor for his frat brothers - if they'd manage to convince Lisa to go to the party with him. Since there were one or two guys she did like at the frat, she'd let herself be swayed into agreeing. She figured that a night of having Mark ogle her tits was a small enough price to pay - since she would be 'ogled' anyway. She was used to it, if nothing else.

   Besides - she had to give mark some credit. though he obviously had (misplaced) hopes that they'd end up in the sack by the end of the night, he not only wasn't 'pushing' her, but he'd been considerate enough to pick out costumes that were comfortable and not too revealing  - and, all things considered, rather appropriate.

  They were dressed as 'cat burglars'. Matching black jeans and black turtle-neck sweaters made up the majority of their costumes, though (admittedly) she filled out her sweater much more then he did his. the fabric clung tightly to her bra-encased breasts, the taut material clearly outlining the size of them. For all that, it was actually quite considerate, since the black material 'minimized' the look to some degree.

  "Well, I hop nobody's been waiting too long." mark said as they rounded the last bend in the drive to the school. "It's pretty cold out and... damn!"

   Mark suddenly stopped, jaw dropping open - and Lisa couldn't say she blamed him. She was rather stunned herself by the sight of the woman who was (almost) wearing a cheerleading costume. Suddenly, Lisa began to thing that she might not be gawked at nearly as much tonight as she was expecting - because she might be remarkably buxom and quite sexy, but she looked like a living, breathing human woman - while this girl looked like some sort of wet dream brought to life. Long, shapely legs seemed to rise on up forever before disappearing under her tiny skirt. Her waist was impossibly tiny - but that was hardly noticeable, since it was in the shadows cast by the most enormous, spherical breasts that Lisa had ever seen. It was obvious that the girl wasn't wearing a bra, yet those tits remained impossible round and out thrust.

   She looked like a caricature of a 'bimbo' brought to life - and then she opened her mouth, and she sounded like one, too.

  "Hey, Jerry, look!" She squealed in an impossibly high, breathy voice, her huge blue eyes blank of all thought. "More people for the party!"

   The guy she was standing with - who she had thought was somebody named 'Gary', but she guessed she was mistaken - had to tear his eyes off of the girl hanging on his arm.

  "Hey..." He said, distracted. "I hope one of you is the lock-pick."

  "Yo - that's me, man." Mark said, with a grin. He looked the girl up and down with a smile. "Well, who do we have here? I'm sure if she was a student at college I would damn well remember seeing her before."

   "This is Sandi." the guy said - and his voice was flat, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "She's with me."

   mark read the implied threat in the guys voice, and raised his hands defensively. "Hey, that's just fine with me, man - I came with a date, see." He nudged Lisa's shoulder. "Come on, let's go inside."

  It took him a few seconds to jimmy the lock open, then the four of them entered the building, the huge-breasted bimbo and her date disappearing quickly, the guy watching them distrustfully over his shoulder.

  "Jeez..." Lisa muttered. "I though I had it bad with some of my ex-boyfriend's jealousies. That guys practically psychopathic about it."

   "No kidding." Mark agreed as they strolled along. "Funny think is, I think I remember him from high school. Back then, at least, he was a pretty nice guy - not a total asshole, like that." He shrugged. "Huh - maybe I'm thinking of somebody else, though. the guy I'm talking about wasn't nearly that muscular."

   "So... what should we do now?" Lisa asked as they entered the dorm's 'rec room'.

   Mark grinned boyishly. "Hey, I think you know what my vote would be."

   Lisa rolled her eyes. "Easy, big boy." She sighed. "Excuse me - I have to go 'powder my nose'."

   Mark snorted and slumped into a sofa. "Hey - you asked."

   As Lisa walked into the girls bathroom, she ahd to admit it was true - she'd known what was on his mind for tonight, so she'd walked right into that one, 'soliciting' the respose. Hell. he hadn't even been rude about the not-too-subtle come-on.

   "It could have been worse." She told her reflection in the mirror above the sink. "He could have made some sort of rude comment about his 'big black dick' or something." She grinned at her reflection. "Actually, it's too bad that the old myth about black men's cocks isn't true - Mark might stand a better chance if they were."

   Suddenly, a noise from the left sent her into a startled whirl, a strangled gasp flying from her throat...

  "Oh - you scared me..." Lisa said, relaxing, as the huge-breasted girl in the cheerleading uniform - Sandi - came into the room through the outside hallway door.

  "Sorry." She said, with a giggle. "Just thought I'd cum and welcome you to Darkholde properly."

   "Huh?" Lisa said - as Sandi began to smile strangely. Lisa's eyes widened in horror as the huge-breasted girl's eyes shifted color, suddenly going from blue... to a dark, hellish shade of red that glowed evilly.

  Lisa opened her mouth to scream - but with lightning movements, Sandi stepped forward and grabbed Lisa, pressing her mouth against Lisa's and kissing her strangely, with an oddly cold exhale. Lisa struggled in the huge-breasted woman's incredible strong grip...

  ...then, slowly, stopped struggling and began to participate, whole-hearted, in the kiss...

   When he heard the door to the bathroom swing open, Mark glanced up...

   ...then his dark eyes widened and his jaw dropped as Lisa stepped from the bathroom. the single lamp in the room cast a golden glow across her, picking out highlights from her flawless bare flesh, and creating stark shadows that only further emphasized her toned, buxom figure as she sensuously glided across the room, large breasts swaying slightly with each step.

  "Lisa...?" Mark said, staring in aroused shock at her naked, gorgeous body.

   "Hmmmm...." She moaned, seductively. "I was considering what you want to do... and realized I have this yearning to get my hands on a huge, cum-filled black cock." She came to a stop in front of Mark, sliding her hands across her huge, firm breasts and her engorged nipples. "Think you could help, Mark...?"

   "I.. uh.. " Mark stammered in disbelief.

   Laughing low in her throat, Lisa didn't wait for the answer. Slowly, sensuously, she slid to her knees, her long fingers reaching for Mark's fly. Slowly, teasingly, she unzipped his pants and freed his rapidly swelling cock, licking her lips hungrily at the sight of it.

   "Well, it's a start..." She said, enigmatically - then leaned forward, lips parting to envelop his dark, throbbing shaft.

   Mark moaned as she began to expertly suck his cock. He hadn't ever had a blow-job that had felt quite like this - as she slurped away at his cock, head bobbing back and forth, there was an incredible tingling sensation in his cock that was so powerful that it was beginning to feel as if it were spreading through his entire body...

   Frowning, Mark opened his eyes and stared down as he realized that the tingling sensation was, indeed, spreading through his body. What he saw shocked him...

  He was.. smaller. Somehow, he'd lost several inches in height, with a matching decrease in mass - all except for his cock, which was somewhat larger then it had been.

  "What the...?" Mark half-moaned, still wracked with pleasure despite his horrified shock at what was, inexplicably, happening to him.

   He found he couldn't move. His body betrayed him as he struggled - and failed - to rise, while Lisa (Apparently oblivious) continued to slurp away at his cock.

  And he continued to shrink as that same cock continued to grow. As he watched in horror, she glanced up at him, her puckered lips curved in a wicked grin around his cock...

  ...as her eyes glowed a hellish red.

   A few minutes later, she moaned in the back of her throat as a flood of hot cum gushed from the cock in her mouth and down her throat. Swallowing every last drop, Lisa pulled the massive, thick cock from her mouth, lightly running her hands over it's twenty-four inch length, letting it's living warmth sink into her skin.

  "Such a big black cock..." She laughed, low in her throat, as she held the massive, living, cum-filled dildo Mark had become. "You've done wonderful, babe - but lets see what you do to the next girl who uses you..."

   Laughing, Lisa left the massive 'dildo' laying on the couch, then rose and seductively headed towards the hallway, on her way to tell her new mistress that her first command had been obeyed...