Sharon took Amy's face in her slender hands and brought her black, full lips against hers sealing it in a deep kiss. Quickly, as expected, the toxin spread through Amy's body and her shocked, wide eyed expression faded as her eyes hooded and her lips parted to allow Sharon's tongue entry.
As their tongues twisted and turned against each other, her lips began to darken and her skin paled as the corrupting virus spread from her mouth across the rest of her face and up into her hair which began to lengthen and smooth out as if it were coated in a thick sheen of midnight ink.
The virus, making it's way down her body, began to work it's transformative magic on her as it tainted her mind.
As her skin paled, her body shed it's imperfections. Her breasts began to expand as they whitened, pulling her casual, demur clothing and stretching her bra to the breaking point. Her areola took on a dusky, marroonish hint as her nipples pointed, grinding into Sharon's tight leather corset top.
Her mind was assaulted with lewd images of sex and servitude, causing her to grind her hips harder and harder against her assailant.
Amy's hands found themselves cupping Sharon's sex and then moving up along her laced leather torso. By the time they reached her huge pale globes all color had faded and her nails began to darken and grow.
The plain jeans she was wearing tore themselves as her hips expanded and her ass became fuller and rounder, giving her a perfect hourglass figure.
Her pussy drenched the ruined jeans while their outer lips swelled and her small tuft of hair fell away.
Dominique looked on in wicked approval as Amy's transformation completed.
Released from their embrace, their newest corrupted servant turned towards her mistress and smiled seductively. Flashing a hint of her new fangs as she gracefully glided over and knelt at her Mistress' feet.
Now a full gothic slut, Amy raised her head, deep desire pulsating from her sultry eyes and said...
Wed Jul 08 18:02:16 2009