Since wandering away from the cafe in a haze, her old life and her new identity still a swirl of twisted thoughts in her bent new mind, Mayfly had done little but giggle madly and strut her new pale ass on the street. Not that she was a whore (or above turning tricks for cash) but at the moment she still walked in a dick-drunk stupor, Poison's corrupting cum still perfuming her breath as each sashayed step had her engorged new melons, chalk white and barely contained in her garish punk outfit, threatening to spill out.
She grabbed hold of a nearby streetlight, swinging about it and gyrating as if on stage before enthralled crowd. Thinking of little more than the ache between her legs, and the void in her mind that seemed to fill with perverse new thoughts and needs. Needs to dominate (and be dominated).
To be the badass street tough punk she was meant to be.
To fuck with (and be fucked by) only the baddest of the bad.
She needed more of course.
A new pad, a new ride... a new gang.
A new career.
Maybe a bouncer?
A stripper?
Or just a general neerdowell, the first of the new Phantom Gang (but likely not the last, if Poison's magiced cock had anything to do about it), and soon to be a blight upon this fare city just like so many had been before.
It was little wonder that her antics drew the attention of the local law enforcement... though one just as 'touched' by this new reality as herself.
Jill Valentine rolled up on her bike, (new grown) cock tightly secured in a fresh pair of panties and her (recently implant enhanced) breasts about ready to burst free from her jacket. It didn't take corrupt cop and quick thinking crook with a badge like her to realize that she had some addled headed slut walking the streets.
An easy picking for her own needs...
"Maybe I can start to work on my own connections here," Jill thought, walking forward and grabbing at Mayfly. Only for the red-orange haired minx to twist around and plant the side of her leg upside Jill's head.
Thankfully she knew enough about street fighting to roll into the blow and didn't land hard nor take it so, but the shock of the sudden change in demeanor had her re-evaluating things. She'd taken this giggling street slut for easy pickings for information, cash, or maybe a quick suck behind the nearest alley.
But this bitch had fangs, and needed to be treated with caution.
"Keep off copper! I ain't done anything yet."
"Except assaulting an officer..."
"More like whore with a badge," Mayfly said with another laugh, somehow feeling a certain kinship, if adversarial, with Jill. She wanted to fight her... or fuck her.
Or both.
"You with Poison's gang?" Jill asked, curious, as she felt like that had to be the answer (though she couldn't begin to think why).
At the name Mayfly felt a rush of anger... strange, grateful anger?
She didn't know the name, but it conjured an image of a certain pink-haired... woman that had crossed her path and...
Just a blur of sex, madness, and waking up like this.
She wasn't with Poison. "Nah, I-... I'm too good for her! I'm going to run my own gang, be with my own gang. We aren't going to let that shemale bitch run this town all by herself!"
"No way blue-balls," Mayfly said, once again a preternatural sense of the universe telling her that this cop had a cock (and nary a cunt no more). "I'm my own girl. The Phantom Gang's gonna make a name her before too long."
Before Jill could say anything more, Mayfly jumped back, grabbing onto the side of a passing dump truck as it started to move through the stoplight. She hopped on her bike moments later.
But by the time she caught up with them, there was no sign of the pale woman at all.
Sat Aug 24 19:49:25 2019
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