1

Leah Bardot needed Professor Maroney alone. Unfortunately, one of her fellow students was making that particularly difficult.

Brandon Hamm was far too much of a hunk to be this interested in literature. He was tall, muscular, charismatic, and had a deep voice that reverberated through the room. Leah watched him drone on with Maroney for a good five minutes. She noticed the way Maroney blushed and fidgeted with her fingers every time the boy made eye-contact. If nothing else, the conversation provided insight into how best to crack the professor.

Leah stood at the periphery of the conversation, waiting for the hunky sophomore to leave, but the moment never came. God, he seemed just as infatuated as the dorky professor. Finally, Leah took action.

“Excuse me professor, I need to speak to you. Alone.”

“Oh, of course Leah,” Professor Maroney looked crestfallen.

Brandon shrugged, gave Maroney a wistful, knowing look and walked out of the room. Leah spent the next minute mumbling about a previous assignment while she waited for Lindsay.

Lindsay Maycomb slipped into the room without a sound, creeping up behind the professor, who had her back to the door. Maroney went on and on, enjoying the sound of her own voice so much that she failed to notice the click of the door closing. Leah forced herself to ignore her partner, instead keeping her eyes focused on the ignorant professor. The trap was nearly sprung.

Something in the air shifted, and the professor faltered in her speech. Her eyes widened — an effect magnified by her large prescription glasses, and she turned around to see Lindsay Maycomb right behind her. She let out a quick scream, collected herself, and greeted the student. Seeing the opening, Leah moved in close, taking the professor in her arms. The woman’s frame was insubstantial and boney, giving Leah the sense that she could easily blow the woman across the room if she took a deep enough breath.

“Leah?” was all Professor Maroney could manage in reaction to Leah’s touch.

Leah Bardot brushed a few errant strands of hair from the professor’s face and then cupped her cheek. A gentle move, full of intimacy and overtures of Romance. Leah pushed her annoyance with the professor out of her mind. That was a past life, soon to be irrelevant. It was time to think of Maroney as a lover.

“Professor Maroney, you’ve spent your entire life with your nose in books. Haven’t you ever wondered about the world beyond words and pages? One you can touch?”

Leah moved closer, brushing her chest against the professor’s. A soft fire erupted in the woman’s cheeks. At this distance, the heat of another person flared like an aura. Professor Maroney’s body heat was small and thin, just like her. As a human, Maroney was altogether unremarkable, but her flat, plain nature made her an enticing specimen for Leah and her sisters. The plainer the victim was at the start, the more remarkable her transformation seemed. Leah longed to see this flat, boring, neurotic caterpillar of a woman blossom into a deadly butterfly.

“This is vuh-vuh-very, um, inappropriate, Leah.”

It was the barest shadow of a warning, devoid of venom or power. All it told Leah was that Professor Maroney was afraid — very afraid.

Leah did not need to answer the professor. She watched as arms encircled the woman. Hands, filled with dark, lecherous purpose, explored her scrawny midsection.

Lindsay nibbled Professor Maroney’s earlobe and whispered something that took the color from the woman’s cheeks. A moment later, the Sister‘s hand ignited with a fierce emerald glow. Briefly, there was a scream, quickly muffled by Leah’s lips.

Professor Maroney began to shake violently. Leah squeezed her tight and held her through the ordeal. Lindsay was merciless, breaking the woman’s will by turning her own nerves against her. Glowing fingers reached under Maroney’s sweater and groped at the woman’s trim belly and her slightly deflated, conical breasts.

For a solid minute, Lindsay Maycomb molested the poor professor, driving her sanity to the brink with raw, concentrated lust. Leah broke the kiss and signaled for Lindsay to stop. As soon as Leah let go of Maroney, the woman slumped to the floor. Her entire body shivered and shaked. Her mouth opened and closed, sucking in shallow breaths, making her look a bit like a fish that had been dragged on shore. Tears streaked from the woman’s big, bespectacled eyes.

Leah gazed down at her prey, taking a moment to soak in the details. Maroney was older than she realized. Wrinkles emerged from the corners of the woman’s eyes and mouth, looking like dry riverbeds in her skin. Her complexion lacked a certain luster and shine that younger women possessed and her body, while slim, carried a certain amount of flab. Leah wondered what the worm would do to a woman this old. How much would she change and in what ways? Leah wanted to know and this desire consumed her.

“What’s your first name, professor?”

The professor turned to her, her glassy eyes filled with tears and terror. At first, it seemed like she had not heard the question, then after a long pause she choked out the name: Talia.

“That’s prettier than I expected,” Lindsay murmured.

“What do you do when you aren’t teaching, Talia?” Leah asked.

“Please, don’t hurt me. Let me go. I won’t tell anyone about this. Not a soul.”

Leah rolled her eyes in an exaggerated display of disappointment. She really had to hammer things home so the half-blind professor would get the point.

“Zap her.”

A wicked grin crossed Lindsay’s face. The Sister unbuttoned and unzipped Professor Maroney’s jeans and slipped her fingers down beneath the hem of the woman’s panties. The effect was immediate. Maroney jerked and cried, contorting her limbs and arching her back as if she were possessed by a demon.

“That’s enough.” Leah descended on the professor, kissing her thin lips before repeating her question in a whisper.

“I, uh, read. I grade papers. I–I have a cat.”

“Of course she does,” Lindsay snorted.

“Is there a Mr. Maroney?”

Maroney blushed and shook her head.

“I bet you get very lonely,” said Leah. “You are surrounded by all these vibrant young college kids hanging out and hooking up. Meanwhile, all you have are frozen dinners and television. It sounds miserable.”

“What? No! I’m happy. I’m not too lonely.”

“Don’t lie to yourself. I can see it in your eyes. The envy. The despair. You can’t hide it.”

“That’s not true!” Maroney sobbed. “I’m happy. My life is fine. It’s fine!”

Leah nuzzled the professor’s scrawny neck, licking and kissing and blowing on the woman’s skin, eliciting an involuntary gasp. It was time to turn up the temperature.

Of course, none of this was necessary. Maroney could be infected without the added effort of breaking her, but Leah could not help herself. Although she didn’t like to show it, she was just as desperate as the other sisters to infect every girl she laid eyes on. Self-restraint was beginning to wear on her.

“I saw how you looked at Brandon at the end of class. You were blushing and fidgeting and stumbling over your words. You like him, don’t you?”

Maroney turned purple.

“No! He’s a student. I could never, um, uh, have relations with him.”

“You’re lying again. You want him, I can see it.”

The professor turned away as fresh tears poured from her eyes. The gesture said more than words ever could.

“He’s a student. It wouldn’t be appropriate,” Maroney muttered. “Besides, I’m–“

“You’re what?”

“I’m too old. And plain. And pathetic. He would never want me.”

Watching the sad, middle aged professor crumble sent a shiver up Leah’s spine. Professor Maroney, faced with the drudgery of middle age, her body slowly but surely losing what little attractiveness it had, was now cracking like a nut.

“It doesn’t have to be that way, Talia.”

Professor Maroney turned her big, bloodshot eyes on Leah. The two women stared at each other for several seconds before Maroney spoke.

“What are you talking about?”

Leah smiled. That’s it, little mouse. Come out of your hole and play. Don’t worry, I’m a good kitty.

“When you look at us, what do you see?”

Maroney’s expression darkened. Leah could see in her features overwhelming envy with undercurrents of hate.

“I get it. You two are beautiful and young. I’m not. What’s your point?”

“We weren’t always like this. We were changed by something incredible. A gift. We want to share that gift with you.”

“You guys are crazy. Bonker Balls. Please, I’m begging you, let me go. Like I said, I won’t tell anyone. Please!”

Apparently, this nut was going to be harder to crack than Leah thought. She supposed Maroney’s skepticism was fair enough. To the professor, Leah and Lindsay probably just looked like two maniacs. More work was needed.

“Lindsay, you have my permission to go nuts on her. Make her moan, make her weep, make her wet her pants, but don’t turn her.”

What followed was a flurry of motion. Desperate for her share of the fun, Lindsay moved on Talia Maroney like a hungry wolf. She practically ripped apart the fly of the poor woman’s jeans before yanking both pants and panties down past the woman’s slight rump. Maroney, for her part, gave a pathetic spat of resistance. She wiggled her butt, kicked her legs, and fussed about, but she was weak compared to Lindsay. The Sister‘s fingers crawled up her inner thighs, moving like spider legs. They found Maroney’s crotch and immediately got to work, flaring green as they did so.

Leah watched her Sister with awe. In a short span of time, Lindsay had perfected her power. Now driving innocent women insane was as easy as child’s play for her.

Maroney whimpered and cried and gasped and moaned and shivered and sobbed. She arched her narrow back and began flopping around like a dying fish. Spit and tears and snot dribbled down her face. All the while, Lindsay kept at her.

“Think about Brandon, Talia. Imagine him taking you like an animal. Imagine the heat of his body against your skin!”

“No! Not that. It’s so inappropriate. He’s a student.”

“That may be, but you want him. I saw you blushing.”

“No! I won’t do it!”

“Imagine his thick, veiny cock pressing against that tight Pussy of yours. Imagine stretching around his girth.”

“No! No! No-oh-ohhhhhhh!”

On cue, Lindsay took her forefinger and index finger and pressed them into Professor Maroney’s Vagina. Leah watched with glee as the aging professor descended into hell.

“He’s fucking you, Talia. His thick cock is pressing against your Pussy walls, stretching you wider and wider.”

Lindsay’s fingers blazed with unholy light as she pistoned them in and out of the professor’s Pussy. Squish squish squelch squelch. Pussy juices streamed from the woman’s entrance and coated Lindsay’s fingers.

“He’s, ugh, a–a-a, fuck, ah! He’s a–oh god in heaven, he’s a student! I can’t.”

“Imagine him using his big, tree-trunk arms to press you into the bed. Imagine his Hot breath on your neck. He chose you Talia! He wants to fuck you!”

“Oh God help me! Oh God, oh God, Oh God! I want him. I need him!”

“That’s it! Give in!”

Leah stood up, slipped off her shorts, and played with her Pussy. Deep within her, something shifted. She was pregnant and the baby was due any minute. The sights, the sounds, the musky, lusty smells. All of it triggered the strange, mutated instincts that drove Leah as a Sister. It was Sex, reproduction, the most basic living activity. Only it was different now. In a strange sort of way, Professor Maroney was bound to be both sexual partner and offspring. The worm gestated in Leah’s belly would soon fuse itself to the woman’s flesh. The thrill of turning a woman into a Sister had not dulled for Leah. In fact, it was stronger than ever before.

Leah’s own Pussy juices, green and slimy, dribbled onto the floor. They smelled sweet, like syrup or fruit juice. The saccharine odor filled the air, serving as a precursor of the mating ritual that was about to happen. Leah watched and pleasured herself, feeling the thick, writhing mass work itself down her birthing canal. When it emerged, it took all her focus and self-control to catch and hold it. It desperately fought her grasp, sensing fresh meat close by.

Not yet, my child, Leah thought. Everything has to be just right.

Leah signaled to Lindsay.

“Make her cum.”

Lindsay eyed the worm in Leah’s hand. Leah wondered if Lindsay felt envious and resentful like the other girls. Being the top dog of the sisterhood was beginning to feel very lonely. Who could Leah trust at this point? Lindsay seemed loyal, but who knew what she was thinking.

The Sister obeyed Leah’s command. Her finger pumped like wild. By now, Maroney didn’t need any prodding to fantasize about her student. She was sobbing the boy’s name, imagining Lindsay’s fingers were his throbbing cock. The woman’s earlier resistance only made this complete perversion even sweeter.

The climax hit Maroney like a tidal wave. Her arms and legs tensed and spasmed, her tongue slithered around her mouth like an angry snake, and her Pussy wept. The sexual power radiating off the middle-aged professor was shocking. Who knew Maroney had it in her?

Then it was over. Maroney collapsed in a heap. Leah watched as the woman’s slim chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow breaths. Now was the time to strike.

“How did you like that?” Leah asked.

Maroney shook her head, fresh tears dripping from her massive eyes.

“It wasn’t real. He would never choose me. I’m a shriveled old lady.”

“Look at me, Talia,” Leah said, her eyes burning with green flame. “We can change that.”

Maroney’s right eye twitched and her face scrunched up. “How?” She asked.

Leah held up the worm. The creature wiggled and curled its body in Leah’s fingers. The professor seemed to shiver as she caught sight of it.

“What is that?” The professor’s voice carried equal parts disgust and fascination.

“This is the answer to all of your problems. If you let it become a part of you, it will change you. Make you better. Make you like us.”

“A goddess,” Lindsay added.

Professor Maroney grimaced, but at the same time seemed to relax, spreading her legs slightly. Clearly, the woman was at war with herself, trying in vain to push back her darkest temptations. Leah was not going to let her succeed.

“That thing, it’ll help me get Brandon?”

Leah smiled and nodded. “This thing will make you the girl of his dreams.”

Professor Maroney cradled her head and rocked back and forth on the ground.

“This is all so wrong. So, so, so wrong!”

“But you want it.”

“Yes! Oh God yes!”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Maroney babbled for a few seconds and then abruptly fell silent. She took one last breath as a human being, and then opened her legs.

“Good girl.”

Leah dropped the worm to the ground. It twitched for a moment before rearing up and slithering towards Professor Maroney’s waiting slit like an angry snake. The professor stared in awe and terror as the parasite approached, her eyes bugging out from behind her glasses. For a moment, she seemed to regret her decision. It was, however, far too late. The worm pounced. The sound of wet flesh stretching filled the room.

Professor Maroney opened her mouth in a soundless gasp of horror as the parasite squirmed inside of her. She squirmed and shuddered, grasping at her Pussy in a desperate bid to reverse her corruption, but it was hopeless. The last few inches of the worm disappeared in a gush of Pussy juices and slime. Professor Maroney struggled wanly on the ground for another several seconds before seizing up and collapsing in a heap. There was no going back now.

Leah told Lindsay to stand guard at the door. Then she laid down next to the professor and kissed her on the cheek. They had several hours of fun ahead of them.

2

Lined up on the far counter of the lab were six jars, each one filled with a newly created specimen. Melissa Takizawa eyed each one carefully. It was strange to think that all it would take to turn one of her friends into an enemy was a broken jar. Strange and thrilling.

Melissa’s Pussy burned and her nipples grew erect, brushing against the fabric of her bra. Her body had become her own worst enemy. She knew the monstrosities Professor Pierce had been creating should fill her with fear and alarm, but all she could think about was how good it would feel when she finally stuck one in her Pussy.

That’s disgusting. Why would I ever think that would feel good? Melissa thought.

You know it would feel good. Emily Bloom’s disembodied voice echoed in Melissa’s skull.

No it wouldn’t. You’re lying to me!

Is your body lying?

Melissa felt a phantom digit slide along the crevice of her Pussy before settling on her clit. An unholy warmth filled her crotch as her mind wandered into a minefield of dirty thoughts. She fantasized about accidentally knocking over one of those glass jars. It would all happen too quickly for her to react. The parasite would be on her, squirming its way towards her Pussy, leaving a trail of slime along her inner thigh. Then it would be in her, stretching her, filling her, pumping her full of its essence.

A gasp escaped the young woman’s lips, drawing unwanted attention. Immediately, Melissa shriveled under her friends’ stares.

“I’m cold,” she said.

“I can turn up the temperature if you want. It’ll probably be good for the experiments,” Professor Pierce suggested, her face buried in the view lens of a microscope.

“It’s fine, I’ll deal,” Melissa said, plastering on a fake smile.

Silence fell once more in the lab. The group had taken on a mournful, hopeless air since the night prior. Bethany was a wreck. Jessie was restless and anxious. Eliza was more irritable than Melissa had ever seen her. Haley and Penny each picked a corner and hid there. Meanwhile, Professor Pierce continued to go about her experiments without a care in the world. She was churning out new monstrosities every hour, but seemed no closer to a cure.

It looks like there’s trouble in paradise. Emily whispered.

Melissa shut her eyes in a vain attempt to rid herself of the noxious voice. Unfortunately, this only made things worse. Her imagination filled in the darkness with Emily’s luscious figure.

You can’t get away from me that easily, Mel.

Leave me alone. Don’t you have better things to be doing?

Nope! Besides, I’m having way too much fun driving you insane. Do you have any idea how close you are to cracking?

I’m not going to crack! I Love my friends. I would never betray them! Try all you want, you’ll never break me.

Is that so?

Melissa’s imagination swirled and shifted. Emily’s figure distorted, the skin darkening slightly, the hair turning black, the features shifting. Suddenly, Melissa was face to face with her Sister-self. The girl was unmistakably Melissa Takizawa, but so different from the current model. Large, perky tits seemed to take up Melissa’s entire chest. They begged to be hefted and squeezed. Melissa’s own small pair seemed pathetic by comparison. However, it was not the boobs that caught Melissa’s attention, it was the face. This dark, sexy version of herself wore a look of supreme confidence. This Melissa was on top of the sexual food chain and she knew it.

The gulf between the real Melissa and this perfect, corrupt version seemed unbridgeable, and yet Melissa knew that it wasn’t true. All that stood between her and that goddess was a single lab mishap.

Stop. Stop showing me these things.

I’m not, silly. You are! It’s your imagination showing you what you could be, Emily said.

Was that really true? Melissa wanted it to be a lie, but she wasn’t so sure. Whenever she glanced upon Professor Pierce’s test subjects, her entire body burned. The thought of one of those creatures slithering inside of her was horrifying, but also thrilling.