Julie moved faster than the eye could see, and in a blink she was standing in front of Becca. Even at her enhanced height, Becca found herself staring into the demoness's large nipples.
"What was that?" Julie asked mockingly. "You don't think I deserve all of this magnificence?" She put her hands on her shapely hips, awaiting Becca's response.
Despite herself, Maggie stammered her reply. "It's not that...it's just...the Dean. When she was like you...she drained...she killed. Julie, I'm scared you might..."
Julie gave Becca a condescending pay on the head. "Oh, little freshman. I'm nothing like that controlling bitch. I'm a bitch, but I don't want to rule the world. I just want to have fun! And lame as you may be, you're my sorority sister, and I would never do anything to hurt you. Still...you doubted me, and you deserve to be taught a lesson." She laid her hands on Becca's breasts. For a second, they glowed red. Becca's skin became pale white, and her hair turned fire engine red. Two small horns poked through her forehead.
"What did you do to me?" she asked. Her breasts felt engorged, and her arousal was mounting by the second. She needed to get some relief immediately.
"Becca, you're a moo-cow, but from now on you're going to be my moo-cow. I changed up that milkshake you serve. Care for a demonstration? Maybe kitty wants some milk..."
She gestured toward Carl, who approached, though he appeared to be fighting some mental command.
"Sorry," he said to Becca. "Can't help myself. So hungry."
"I'm sorry, too," Becca said, glaring at Julie. "It's not your fault." She too felt a compulsion to offer he breast to Carl. The catgirl latched on to Becca's nipple and began to drink deeply. Almost instantly, Carl started to change. His tail lengthened and a fluffy spade-like shape unfolded at the tip. His skin turned bright red and his own breasts swelled a couple of cup sizes. Finally, two leathery batlike wings unfolded from his back. When he was done, he went to Julie and sat at her feet, curling her arms around Julie's leg.
"You see?" Julie laughed. "The kitty gets it! Now who else wants a drink?"
"Not cool, Jules," Maggie said. "Turning someone into a slave isn't much better than sucking their soul."
Julie made a big display of being offended. She bent down to scratch Carl between his wings, who arched his back in appreciation. "Who's a slave? Security Chiel Carl is just showing his gratitude. Aren't you, Carl? Who's a good devil kitty?"
Carl was clearly in orgasmic bliss. "Feels so good..." he said dreamily. He was openly stroking his own pussy now.
"Look, I know from my time as a black woman that slavery is very, very wrong..."
Tanya clenched her teeth. "Well, that part of Julie's personality hasn't changed," she muttered under her breath.
Julie ignored her. "Well, I won't force anyone else to drink from the moo-cow if they don't want to. But you know that plenty of people are going to want to. Why fight it? This place is going to be party central tonight." With a wave of her hand, the house started to change. It grew spires and turrets until it looked like a copy of Cinderella's castle. (Becca was long convinced that Julie's imagination was arrested when she was six years old. The castle was further proof). Colored lights started to strobe and flash while the sound of club music filled the air. There was no apparent source for either.
Julie licked her lips as the sun neared the horizon. "Loosen up, girls! It's party time!"
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